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Archive-name: Bestial/homealon.txt
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Archive-author: Kerja Rabbit
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Archive-title: Home Alone
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I felt a tingle of anticipation as I walked up the path to
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Kelly's house. It had been a while since I was able to come over,
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and even though I had no complaints about my live-in human lover
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back home, or my other friends, I found that I had missed my
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excitable (and often insatiable) otter friend and lover.
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Hopefully, he and I would be able to spend time together today.
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I knocked on the door, and waited a moment. Odd... nobody
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answered, yet I was sure that someone was home. Kelly's car was
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still in the driveway, and when I tried the knob I found the
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front door unlocked. So I knocked again, and waited. Still no
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answer. Puzzled, I opened the door and went on inside the house.
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I was pretty sure Kelly wouldn't mind, and I wanted to find out
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what was going on. All I could think of was either he was sick in
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bed again and unwilling or unable to answer the door, or else he
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was busy with another bed-related activity he didn't want to be
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disturbed with - and in either case, I wanted in on whatever was
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happening. Even if he _was_ sick.... I remember the _last_ time I
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came over and he was ill. Between him, me, and his girlfriend
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Nikki, we discovered, if not a cure, at least the best form of
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relief for the common cold. I closed the door behind me, and
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looked around for my otter friend.
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"Kelly?" I called. No response, and no sign of him in the
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living room. I figured the den was the closest and most logical
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place to look next; a lot of activity takes place in there,
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although probably not the kind the architect had in mind when he
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designed the house. I crossed the living room and poked my head
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into the den. Still no sign of him. I went inside and looked
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around a bit more. I chuckled softly as I saw a familiar, flesh-
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colored object half-hidden under the couch.... obviously Nikki,
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at least, had been in here earlier; a theory which was confirmed
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when I saw a tape sticking out of the slot on the VCR, which
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according to the label was one of her x-rated furry films. I
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chuckled softly to myself, imagining her watching the movie and
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playing with the toy she'd left behind. Nikki's a lot of fun, and
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a special friend besides; the night I met her was the first time
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I ever really made love to another female. I looked forward to
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seeing her almost as much as Kelly. "Tsk tsk, Nikki," I said to
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the empty room. "Didn't your mother teach you to pick up your
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toys when you're through with them?" I chuckled. I bent over and
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picked up the toy; a large vibrator molded in the shape of an
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otter's penis. Suddenly my sensitive ears picked up the sound of
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someone moving around upstairs. I knew that Kelly's bedroom was
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directly above the den, so I was pretty sure that was him moving
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around. I put the vibrator back down on the couch and stepped
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back out of the den. I stood at the foot of the stairs, then
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called out, "Oh sugarfurrrrr....."
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A second later, a brown blur streaked down the stairs and
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fairly leaped at me! I barely had time to recognize Kelly before
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I was bowled backwards by my overzealous otter friend. We tumbled
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backwards, winding up on the floor with Kelly on top of me,
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staring deep into my eyes with unmistakable delight. He cried out
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"I _missed_ you, luv!", then planted a rapid-fire series of licks
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and kisses all over my muzzle.
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I wrapped my arms around his sleek form and hugged him
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tightly to me, and interrupted his rapid licks by engaging him in
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a long, deep kiss. Our tongues searched for and wrapped around
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each other as the kiss continued, all our pent-up passions coming
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out at once, until finally we broke away, slightly breathless. "I
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missed you too, sugarfur," I said, as I stroked his fur. I
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noticed his fur was slightly damp still, and realized that he was
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probably had just gotten out of the shower. "Hope you don't mind
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that I just came on in, Kelly," I said. "I knocked, but nobody
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answered, and since your car's still here I knew you must be
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home. I thought maybe you were in bed, or otherwise occupied."
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"Oh, that's all right luv," he said, as he snuggled against
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me. As he shifted, I could feel a certain pressure against my
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thigh which confirmed his pleasure in seeing me again. "Nice to
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'ave you back, me lit'le fluffbunny... I _did_ miss you. Where've
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you been all this time, luv?"
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I caressed the back of his head gently, and put a few gentle
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licks on his muzzle. "Sorry, sugarfur. I just haven't been able
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to get away for a while. It's not always easy to get out here,
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you know, and I really have been busy with all kinds of things.
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But I'm here now, aren't I?" I said this last with a giggle as I
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slid my hands down his back.
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"Yeah... trouble is, luv, I've got t' go in a few minutes. I
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was just about t' be on me way t' me bowlin' tournament when I
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'eard you down 'ere." I could see the disappointment on his face,
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and I felt a bit let-down as well.
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"Oh... I guess I picked a bad time to come over, then?"
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"Well... I won't be gone all that long, luv." He licked my
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muzzle a few times, and ran one hand up my side and then caressed
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my right breast through my blouse.
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His touch, and the pressure of his cock against my leg,
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brought out the pent-up desires in me and I slowly slid my hands
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down to caress his rump. I giggled as I felt the pressure get
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more intense against my leg, and knew I was arousing him.
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"Well... I'll wait for you to come home, sugarfur. It's been so
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long... I do want to spend time with you. Especially since you're
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so glad to see me."
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He pressed his hips against me, and rubbed my breast a bit
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more sensuously. "Oh? An' 'ow would you know that, luv?"
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I giggled again, and tickled the base of his tail, making
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him gasp amd wriggle. "It's kind of hard to miss, sugarfur."
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"Or just _'ard_, luv?"
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"That too..."
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"'Ope I didn't get you too wet, luv.... just stepped out o'
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the shower a minute ago."
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"So I noticed." In fact, my blouse and skirt had gotten
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fairly damp from his fur, but I was so happy to see him I didn't
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particularly care. "It's OK, sugarfur.... nobody stays dry around
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here for too long anyway." I giggled and winked at him, hoping he
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caught my double meaning.
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Obviously he did, because he giggled too, and started
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tickling my nipple with one clawtip. "That's for sure, luv....
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'specially with sexy critters like you, Kerja."
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I felt my nipple harden under his tickling, and I'm sure he
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could tell that I had on no bra underneath the blouse. I decided
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to up the ante a bit. I gave him a deep kiss, and moved one hand
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between our bodies so that I could tickle his furry sheath. I
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felt him stiffen and shudder at this new, more intimate
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sensation, and then melt into my caresses. Then suddenly, as we
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broke the kiss, he grabbed me tightly and rolled us both over so
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that I was now lying on top of him. While the high point of my
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mating cycle was still over a month away, I _felt_ like I was in
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heat; my thoughts were getting foggy with lust, and all I could
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think of was how badly I wanted him. I giggled, and then gave him
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a sexy smile. "I know you have to be going, sugarfur, but - " I
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paused to lift my skirt to just above my waist, showing Kelly
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that I wasn't wearing panties either. "After being apart for so
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long, it'd be nice if we could at least get reacquainted before
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you have to dash off." I grinned in a very sexy manner, leaving
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no mistake as to what I meant. "I know it'd have to be a quick
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one, but...."
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Kelly licked his muzzle and smiled. "I don't mind, luv..."
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Me either. While I would rather take things nice and easy,
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for an hour or two of lovemaking, there's nothing wrong with a
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quickie; sometimes it can be a real boost for the rest of the
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day. I held my skirt high, so Kelly could see all the action. I
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lowered myself down until the tip of his hard eight-incher was
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just touching my warm muff, which was slightly damp from
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anticipation. "Shall we go for it, sugarfur?"
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His response was to thrust upwards with his hips, pushing
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the tip of his cock into my waiting love-channel. With a squeak
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of delight, I lowered myself down onto his shaft, taking him
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fully inside me in one long, smooth stroke. I moaned as I felt
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his full length slide up into me, and then started a steady up-
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and-down thrusting. It was a little uncomfortable at first, since
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I wasn't quite wet enough for full penetration so soon, but it
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took me only a few strokes before my lovejuices were flowing
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readily, lessening the friction enough for me to increase the
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pace. Knowing we didn't have much time for subtleties, I didn't
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stop, or change pace, or do any of the other things I'd normally
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do to keep him just under the boil and drive him crazy with lust.
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Not that I really needed to drive him crazy; our two weeks apart
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was more than making up for it, for both of us. Once I had a
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steady rhythm going, I dropped my skirt and bent back down,
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supporting myself on my elbows. From this angle, Kelly had a
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clear view down my blouse, and I could tell he enjoyed the sight
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of my full, furry breasts bouncing underneath the fabric. I would
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have taken my blouse off completely, and my skirt as well, but I
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didn't want to stop now for anything. "Oohh, Kelly....
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sugarfur.... I've missed you so much," I managed to say between
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moans.
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Kelly groaned something unintelligible; in typical otter
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fashion, he was already well on his way to climaxing. Otters do
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tend to be excitable and just a bit hyperactive, compared to most
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others, and their matings tend to be brief, intense, and
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sometimes a bit violent. Kelly, to his credit, is not as high-
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strung as most, and can keep up sustained lovemaking for some
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time when he wants to. But right now he wasn't holding anything
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back, and I suspected that it wasn't just because we were short
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on time. I felt the intensity too; my own feelings for Kelly were
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so strong that it felt as though it had been months or years
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since we'd last seen one another, instead of just a couple of
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weeks. He moaned again, louder, and started to thrust his hips
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upward against me. I squealed, and thrusted even harder against
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him, adding a little back-and-forth motion to my downward strokes
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so that our crotches would press and rub together.
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Suddenly, I felt him shudder underneath me, and realized he
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was getting ready to climax any second now. Quickly I sat up
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again and started to ride Kelly's thick eight-incher for all I
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was worth, pumping up and down and grinding my hips back and
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forth. My hands dropped down to my crotch; I pulled up my skirt
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with one hand, giving Kelly a clear view, while I started to rub
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both our crotches with the other, using light, feathery strokes
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designed to get us both off as quickly as possible.
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And it worked, too. Kelly barely managed to groan out the
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words "'tis wonderful, luv", before he moaned, pressed himself
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hard against me, shuddered, and then let out a loud shout of
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ecstasy as he came. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and warm
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slipperyness as his cum jetted deep into me. I moved my hand a
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little and started to rub my sensitive clit furiously, giving
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myself a stimulation so intense it was almost painful. Within a
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few more seconds a convulsive shudder ran up my back and the
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unbearable, tingly pleasure from my clit exploded through my
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whole body. I screamed Kelly's name as my pent-up desire and lust
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for him was released in that one brief, explosive moment of
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pleasure. I was barely aware of Kelly pulling me back down to
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him, and caressing my nipples and tail. In the midst of an
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already intense orgasm, his caresses were too much to bear, and I
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came again on the spot, moaning in uncontrollable pleasure and
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lust.
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Finally we were both spent, and we collapsed into a panting,
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furry pile. I snuggled against Kelly for a few minutes, just
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enjoying his presence, and his familiar, musky scent. As I
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snuggled, I kept shifting my hips just a little, enjoying the
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gentle pleasure of his still-hard member deep inside me. Then, as
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we both regained our breath, I slowly sat up on my knees and
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lifted myself off of Kelly, gasping softly as his cock slid free
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from my warm love-nest. I moved aside, reached down to gently
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spread his legs apart, then kneeled between his legs and bent
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down to lick at his glistening cock and wet crotchfur. Again,
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being short on time, I didn't waste time teasing him; instead, I
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just gave him a rapid but thorough tongue-cleaning below, licking
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away our combined love-juices.
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"Ohhhh yessss.... that's sooooo nice, Kerjaaaa.." Kelly
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moaned in pleasure as I tongued him all over... then suddenly he
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tensed, and I looked up to see what was wrong. He was staring at
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the clock beside the couch. "Oh 'ell, luv... Kerja, I really need
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t' be goin'..."
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I could tell he was torn between going out to his bowling
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league and staying here to make love all day. I _wanted_ him to
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stay, but since he'd already had previous plans, and I _did_ come
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over without checking first, it wasn't fair of me to stand in his
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way. Especially since it was a tournament league, and Kelly
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couldn't just say "I don't feel like bowling today" and not show
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up. I quickly finished up my tongue-cleaning and sat back,
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licking my chops. "I know, sugarfur. I just didn't think you
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should go out all sticky like that." I grabbed his hand and
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pulled him up with me as I got to my feet, then gave him a
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friendly shove towards the stairs. "Go on and get dressed,
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Kelly!"
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He gave me a passionate hug, and whispered "Thanks, luv."
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Then he dashed back up the stairs. A few moments later he came
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running back down, dressed in pants and a bowling shirt. "Good
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thing I 'ad me clothes ready t' go, it was!"
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I grabbed him and gave him a quick, passionate kiss. "Good
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luck, sugarfur... I'll see you when you get home, I guess."
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"Right, luv. I won't be gone all that long. Probably be back
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in three hours or so, maybe less. Make yourself at 'ome 'till
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then, luv... I'm sure you'll find ways t' pass the time, you
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will!"
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"I'm sure I will... maybe I'll go through Nikki's toybox!" I
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giggled, then gave him a warm smile and a hug. "Don't worry about
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me, sugarfur, I'll be fine."
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"Well, I 'ate t' be runnin' off like this an' leavin' you
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all alone after you come all this way..." He gave me an evil
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grin, and continued, "Kinda feel like I'm eatin' and runnin', I
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do."
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I laughed, and ruffled the fur on his cheek. "It's OK,
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Kelly. I should have checked to see if you had plans first; it's
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my fault for coming over unannounced. You just go have fun, and
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don't worry about me." I giggled, and struck my sexiest pose for
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him. "Maybe the thought of a sexy, horny bunny waiting for you
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will give you some inspiration, hm?" Then I gave him another
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friendly push, towards the front door. "Now get going, sugarfur,
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or you'll have a hard time explaining why you're late!"
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He chuckled. "I was molested, I was.... but I enjoyed it!
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See ya in a bit, luv..." He gave me a final hug, then grabbed his
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keys and his bowling bag. I held the door open, and he gave me a
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last peck on the cheek as he walked out the door. "Bye, luv!"
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"Bye, Kelly!" I called out after him. "Don't worry... I'll
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keep everything warm for you!" I giggled and closed the door,
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then stood by the window and waved to him as he jumped in his car
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and pulled out of the driveway.
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I sighed as his car vanished into the distance, and let the
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drapes fall back across the window. I dropped onto the large
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couch, and just stared into space for a few moments. In spite of
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my earlier cheerful assurances to Kelly, I felt vaguely
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dissatisfied, and just a touch irritated at being left alone. I
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got up from the couch, and started to wander around the house
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aimlessly, half-hoping to find Nikki, or maybe even their human
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housemate Jerry, in one of the other rooms. Since his is on the
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downstairs floor, the first room I checked was Jerry's. It was
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the typical room of a human male, nothing terribly interesting...
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especially since Jerry wasn't in it. Neither was anyone in the
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kitchen, laundry room, downstairs bath, or out by the pool. As I
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passed the laundry room again on my way back inside, it occurred
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to me that my clothes were still somewhat damp... and there were
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a few spots on the lower edge of my skirt that were wet with
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something other than water, as well. I stepped into the laundry
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room, stripped off my skirt and blouse, and tossed them into the
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washer. I started to set the washer to "small load" when I
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noticed the laundry basket beside the washer was nearly full. I
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decided that while I was at it I may as well toss the whole load
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into the washer, along with my clothes. I sorted out the clothes
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between color and whites, out of habit, and then tossed in the
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colored clothes, added soap, and started the machine through its
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cycles, then resumed my wanderings through the house. This added
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a bit to my unease, walking through someone else's house in my
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fursuit. For a moment, I felt a bit guilty; then suddenly I
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laughed at myself and felt my tension ease off. "You're being
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silly, Kerja!" I told myself. And I was, too; I'd walked around
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in the nude in this house several times before. The only
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difference was that now, I had the house to myself, and I
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realized that it was the _quiet_ that was making me feel so
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uneasy. I was used to this house being full of noises; of
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friendly faces, and talking, and the sounds of lovemaking and
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loving. Being alone and naked in someone else's home was a bit
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unnerving, but I figured I'd get used to it.
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I proceeded up the stairs, still half-hoping to find Nikki.
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I looked in the guest room, which was empty, then went down to
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Kelly and Nikki's room, also empty. I sighed, and sat down on the
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bed, realizing I really _did_ have the place to myself for a
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while. Again, I stared into space for a few minutes, thinking to
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myself. I felt at something of a loss as to what to do next; it
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was that strange feeling we all get sometimes, when all we know
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is that we _want_ _something_, but don't yet know _what_ we want.
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Next thing I knew, I heard a faint, harsh buzzing sound from
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downstairs. After a moment, it occurred to me that it was the
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sound made by a washing machine when it finishes its cycles. I
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looked over at the clock, and was startled to find I'd apparantly
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spent a good half-hour just staring into space. With another
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heavy sigh, I slid off the bed and made my way back downstairs to
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the laundry room. I took the clothes out of the washer and tossed
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them into the dryer, took a dryer sheet from the box on the shelf
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and tossed it in, then started the dryer. Again out of sheer
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habit, I found myself picking up the pile of whites and tossing
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them into the washer, then suddenly burst out laughing at myself
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again. Well, Kelly did say I'd find ways to pass the time... but
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I'll bet the last thing he expected was for me to do his laundry
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for him! I shrugged, added soap to the machine as well as just a
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touch of bleach, then started the washer on its merry way again.
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Not as if I had anything else to do, really...
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I still had that vague "don't know what I want" feeling, so
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I resumed my wanderings through the house, figuring that whatever
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it was that I was subconsciously searching for, I'd know it when
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I saw it. I drifted into the kitchen, and decided I was a little
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hungry, so I opened the refrigerator and examined the contents
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for a moment. Nothing seemed to provide any flash of inspiration,
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so I selected a couple of carrots, and poured myself a glass of
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milk. As I nibbled on the carrots I searched the cupboards to see
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if there was anything there that I wanted. Inside the third
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cabinet was a stack of a half-dozen of those microwave meals -
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the kind you can put on your shelf instead of refrigerating or
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freezing. Since this discovery produced a vague spark of
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interest, I selected one labeled "beef stew" and put it in the
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microwave, then sat down to eat after it was cooked. It was tasty
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enough, and while I was eating I felt better. But after I had
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finished eating and cleaned up after myself, that uneasy
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discontent settled in again. "Oh _damn_," I said out loud,
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repeating my earlier thoughts. "I _want_ something.... now _why_
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can't I think of what it is I'm looking for?!"
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I leaned against the sink and thought for a moment. What
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_did_ I want? Kelly, of course... but he wasn't here, and
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wouldn't be back for two or three more hours at least. Nikki?
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Jerry? Well... yes, but they were gone too, and I had no idea
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where they were or when they'd be back. Wanting them was _part_
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of my discontent, but I still felt there was something else...
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"Oh hell," I said to myself. "I'll just go watch TV... maybe
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it'll either inspire me or take my mind off whatever it is."
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Having made this decision, I wandered back into the den and
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flopped down on the couch, picked up the remote on the coffee
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table and flipped on the TV set. I scanned a couple of channels
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and finally settled on a movie that looked somewhat interesting.
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I lay back to watch. After a few minutes, I found that while the
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movie wasn't providing inspiration, it _was_ taking my mind off
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things, so I relaxed into the couch.
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It wasn't too long, though, before I became aware of a cool,
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hard object pressing into my left side. I reached down between my
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body and the back of the couch; upon discovering the offending
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object, half-jammed into the crack between the back and bottom
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cushions, I pulled out.... the otter-penis-shaped toy that Nikki
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had left behind. I studied it for a moment, then looked up at the
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entertainment center and realized that her x-rated tape was still
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in the VCR. Suddenly I felt curious to see what was on that tape;
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I got up and pushed the cassette back into the machine, then
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pressed the rewind key and settled back onto the couch. When the
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tape snapped to a halt a few minutes later, I pressed the "play"
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key on the remote. After a moment, the movie I had been watching
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(which had turned out to be fairly bland after all) was replaced
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by the opening titles of something which was _much_ more
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interesting.
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The film was obviously an amateur production, probably
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someone's home movie shot with a camcorder; but what the film
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itself may have lacked in production quality, the participants
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more than made up for in other ways. The credits rolled over a
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scene of a male and female fox caressing each others' chests. As
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the credits ended and I got my first close look at the two foxes
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I saw that the female was quite generously endowed; her full,
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firm breasts were so large the male's hand only covered a little
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over half of one as he caressed it. I felt a bit envious of her,
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until my hand unconsciously wandered up to caress my own breasts
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and I realized that mine too were full and firm, and that my hand
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as well was insufficient to cover the surface of one. I knew I
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was silly to be comparing myself to the vixen, but I couldn't
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help but admire her generous bust size. As the male caressed her,
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the female's sighs of pleasure were quite genuine... as would
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mine have been in her place, for the male appeared to have a
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feather-light touch, and he would sometimes gently pinch the
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vixen's nipple and roll it between thumb and finger.
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I kept watching as the two foxes settled onto their bed and
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started to make love. I felt incredibly warm and horny from
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watching these two, and started to follow along with their
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movements by caressing myself in whatever way the male did to the
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vixen. When he started to tickle her furry muff, I did the same
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to myself, pretending that it was him doing it to me. I
|
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concentrated on duplicating his moves as well as I could, and
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soon found myself gasping with the same delight and pleasure that
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was gripping the vixen onscreen. I felt myself getting wetter by
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the moment; my eyes darted briefly to the vibrator laying beside
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me, and I considered using it, but then I decided to hold off
|
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until the two foxes actually mated, and keep up the fantasy of
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being in the vixen's place. It was so hard to hold out, though,
|
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for the male was deliberately driving the vixen wild with desire
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by teasing her, never _quite_ letting her cum under his careful
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fingering. And since I was duplicating his touches on myself, I
|
|
too was becoming desperate to orgasm, but somehow I found the
|
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strength to hold off, determined to match the foxes move for move
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and not break the fantasy.
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Just when I though I couldn't hold out another second,
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though, the vixen suddenly whimpered and begged her partner to
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make her climax. Even then, he teased her a little more, until
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she pleaded with him again and he _finally_ plunged his fingers
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into her depths, rubbing her clit with his thumb. I did the same,
|
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and both I and the vixen came almost at the same moment; my
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screams drowned out hers as my whole body exploded in pleasure so
|
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intense it made me cry. Tears streamed down my face as I kept
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fingering myself furiously, orgasming over and over; it felt so
|
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good I just couldn't stop myself. I somehow kept my eyes fixed on
|
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the screen and saw the vixen climaxing ever bit as fiercely as I
|
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was, but in a different fashion; her tail was straight in the
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|
air, her face buried in the pillows, and her sharp claws were
|
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raking the headboard. Even in the middle of my orgasm, this
|
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struck me as funny as I thought to myself that they must go
|
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through a lot of furniture that way, and couldn't help but laugh
|
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at the idea.
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Finally I collapsed, exhausted, and just watched for a few
|
|
minutes as the vixen turned the tables on her lover. She started
|
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to lick and nibble at the male's shaft, giving him the same
|
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torture-by-pleasure treatment he'd done to her a moment ago. I
|
|
could see on his face how badly he wanted to cum, but she refused
|
|
to let him, and batted his hands away every time he reached for
|
|
his shaft to try to bring himself off. Just as she started to
|
|
take his cock into her mouth, I heard a loud, harsh buzzing. I
|
|
squealed, startled, and stood up so quickly I got dizzy and fell
|
|
against the pool table. I swore softly, and froze the tape for a
|
|
moment. Damn washer again...
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I stalked into the laundry room and tended to the machines,
|
|
unloading the dryer (which had finished, but apparantly either it
|
|
didn't buzz like the washer or I had been so involved in my
|
|
fantasy/masturbation I'd missed it), and transferring the clothes
|
|
in the washer to the dryer and starting it over. I gave the
|
|
washer a hostile look, then carried the basket of clean clothes
|
|
back into the den, figuring it'd be a lot more fun to fold
|
|
clothes with some entertainment.
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|
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I started the tape again, and watched as the vixen started
|
|
to suckle her lover's cock, making note of her technique. I
|
|
dumped the clothes out on the pool table and started to fold
|
|
them, dividing my attention between the two. Just as I folded the
|
|
last item - a pair of Kelly's pants - the male onscreen reached
|
|
the limit of his endurance and, like the vixen before, started to
|
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whimper softly, pleading with his partner to get him off.
|
|
Suddenly he stiffened and howled; as he climaxed she did
|
|
something I'd never seen done before. She backed off and started
|
|
to lap at the tip until his cock started to pulse; but instead of
|
|
clamping her lips around his shaft, or letting his cream spurt
|
|
into the air, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue,
|
|
letting his cum jet into her open mouth and dribble onto her
|
|
waiting tongue. I wondered if maybe that was done for the benefit
|
|
of the camera.... but even so, it was an interesting display, and
|
|
one that might be useful to surprise Kelly with one day. I
|
|
giggled at the image that thought provoked; "Where did you learn
|
|
that, luv?" "I saw it on TV."
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|
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I set my skirt and blouse aside, carried the basket full of
|
|
clean clothes back into the laundry room, and unloaded the pile
|
|
onto the laundry table. Then I went back into the den. The
|
|
action had moved along, and as I watched the two foxes mating I
|
|
finally recognized this tape as the one Nikki was watching the
|
|
day Kelly and I spied on her. I headed for the couch, intending
|
|
to use the large vibrator to "play along" with the foxes.
|
|
Suddenly, as my gaze settled on the large vibrator, inspiration
|
|
_finally_ struck. "Nikki's toybox of _course_, you dumb bunny!" I
|
|
laughed to myself. _That_ was what had been nagging at me all
|
|
this time. I felt so stupid now; why couldn't I think of it
|
|
before? I stopped the tape, rewound it, and popped it back into
|
|
its case. Then, I grabbed the vibrator and went upstairs to
|
|
Kelly's room. I sat cross-legged in front of his dresser and and
|
|
pulled open the bottom drawer, revealing Nikki's collection of
|
|
toys.
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|
|
|
"Nikki's toybox" is something of a running joke among
|
|
myself, her, Kelly, Jerry, and several other mutual friends; she
|
|
does have a large collection of almost every conceivable sex toy,
|
|
many of which we've still yet to try out. I'd never gotten the
|
|
chance to get a good look at what she had hidden there, which is
|
|
why I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to explore the
|
|
contents undisturbed. I put the tape back in its place, and
|
|
examined a couple of others. One with a hand-lettered label
|
|
particularly grabbed my attention; the label said simply "Kinky
|
|
Stuff." I wasn't quite sure why this struck me as interesting;
|
|
I'm not terribly kinky myself (although I'm no prude either), at
|
|
least not compared to _some_ people I know. But curiosity got the
|
|
best of me and I set it aside to look at. If nothing else, it'd
|
|
be interesting to see just what Nikki considered "kinky".
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|
|
|
A little more exploration produced another few interesting
|
|
items, as I took out various things, examined them, and
|
|
considered their possible uses. First up was a clear plastic box
|
|
with "Love Butter" stamped in gold on the top. Inside the box
|
|
were six small plastic jars set in a red plastic tray, each with
|
|
the picture of a different fruit on it; strawberry, orange,
|
|
pineapple, cherry, grape, and peaches-and-cream. I opened it,
|
|
took out the peaches-and-cream jar, and unscrewed the top. Inside
|
|
was a gel that had a reddish-yellow color and a peachy odor; it
|
|
looked something like vaseline, but when I dipped my fingertip
|
|
into it I found it was much less greasy. According to the box, it
|
|
was an edible gel that "both lubricates and stimulates." I
|
|
giggled, and took an experimental taste. The gel did indeed taste
|
|
like peaches and cream, or at least close enough. I decided to
|
|
take a chance, and rubbed a tiny dab into one nipple. After a
|
|
moment, I felt the nipple get very warm, and slightly tingly.
|
|
Another dab down below, along my furry outer lips, produced a
|
|
similar effect, and I felt myself getting _very_ wet from the
|
|
tingly warmth. I giggled, closed up the jar, and replaced it in
|
|
the box. Then I licked away the rest of the gel from my finger.
|
|
After a moment, I lifted my breast, and did my best to lick it
|
|
away from the nipple as well. I filed that one away under
|
|
"potential"; I could already think of several interesting ways to
|
|
put it to good use.
|
|
|
|
Let's see, what else... three large books, full of pictures.
|
|
The first book had text to go with the pictures, explaining and
|
|
illustrating nearly every imaginable sexual position in full
|
|
color. I paged through it for a few minutes, looking over the
|
|
pictures and text, and admiring some of the models - both male
|
|
and female - before setting it aside. The second book was more
|
|
direct; just lots of pictures of people having sex. It was
|
|
different from most, in that in addition to male-female and
|
|
female-female sex, it also had some pictures of male-male sex as
|
|
well. This too had some text, but it read more like the silly
|
|
things they write for magazine spreads than the more
|
|
instructional style of the first book. The last and thinnest book
|
|
turned out to be a catalog, presumably from where Nikki got most
|
|
of this stuff. I paged through it for a few minutes, looking over
|
|
the selection of toys, lingerie, books, videos, etc., ranging
|
|
from the interesting, to the silly, and in some cases to the
|
|
downright _weird_! One thing which did capture my interest was
|
|
that this place was one of the few that had a wide variety of
|
|
products aimed at furries as well as humans. In particular, the
|
|
lingerie was available in a wide variety of sizes to accomodate
|
|
the various differences in body proportions between species.
|
|
Since there were about a dozen detachable order blanks in the
|
|
back, I decided Nikki wouldn't be too upset if I tore one out so
|
|
I could order one of these catalogs for myself. I did so, and put
|
|
the books back in the drawer.
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|
|
|
There were, of course, several other vibrators, of varying
|
|
sizes and shapes. Of these, I found two which piqued my interest.
|
|
The first was another large vibrator, similar to the one I'd
|
|
brought back up with me, except that this one had another.
|
|
smaller "prong" set at an angle to the first one. I sat back and
|
|
experimented with this one, quickly discovering that once
|
|
inserted all the way into my depths, the smaller piece was at the
|
|
perfect angle to press against my clit. I turned it on, and
|
|
squealed in sudden pleasure as the vibrations rippled through my
|
|
entire love-patch. After a moment, I turned it off and slipped it
|
|
free, and set it aside as well. The other was a short, smooth-
|
|
surfaced vibrator with a somewhat conical shape; it had a rounded
|
|
tip about the width of a finger, and gradually widened to about 2
|
|
inches in diameter at its thickest point, then suddenly narrowed
|
|
to about an inch before expanding again into a flat base. The
|
|
whole thing was about 5 inches long, made of translucent-amber,
|
|
flexible plastic, with a metal object sealed inside the cone and
|
|
about six feet of white cord that ran from the base of the
|
|
vibrator to a small white box with a slide switch. After a moment
|
|
it came to me what it was, and what it was for, and I felt a
|
|
sudden thrill of anticipation; I had _heard_ about these, and
|
|
even saw one in a different "toy catalog" once, but somehow I'd
|
|
never actually _tried_ one before. I had always been, until I met
|
|
Kelly, a bit afraid to try something of that size up my back
|
|
passage, although I did have a pencil-thin vibrator I'd sometimes
|
|
used on myself that way. Kelly was the first one I'd ever let
|
|
take me up the rear, and ever since I discovered that not only
|
|
was it _possible_ for me to take a full-sized cock up the back,
|
|
but that I _enjoyed_ it, I'd become as fond of backdoor pleasures
|
|
as the so-called "normal" way. The opportunity to try out this
|
|
little toy was too much to resist.
|
|
|
|
I sifted through a few more odds and ends, most of them
|
|
unsuitable for solo exploration. The fake-fur-lined handcuffs,
|
|
for example, would be decidedly impractical, not to mention
|
|
embarrassing if I _did_ try them and discovered I couldn't get
|
|
myself _out_ of them again. Kelly'd probably laugh himself sick.
|
|
I decided that I had enough to occupy me for now, and shut the
|
|
drawer again after digging out a tube of K-Y jelly. I carried my
|
|
treasures downstairs and set them down on the coffee table in the
|
|
den. I folded up the order blank and put it in my purse for
|
|
safekeeping, then popped the tape into the VCR, wondering what
|
|
would be on it.
|
|
|
|
"Kinky Stuff" indeed; the first scene was two females, a
|
|
white rabbit and a brown-and-white mouse. The mouse was lying
|
|
face-down on a table with a pillow under her head, while the
|
|
rabbit tied her to the table! I watched, amazed and intrigued, as
|
|
the rabbit straddled her companion, holding her down as the
|
|
mouse struggled to escape, and tied the mouse down tightly. I was
|
|
worried at first, and almost stopped the tape, until I realized
|
|
that the mouse's struggles were most likely for the viewer's
|
|
benefit; she didn't look like she was trying all _that_ hard to
|
|
get away, and didn't look in the least bit frightened; likewise,
|
|
as I watched it became clear that the rabbit was being careful
|
|
not to hurt her companion. In a few minutes, the mouse was
|
|
securely tied; her legs were tied apart, spread wide, while her
|
|
arms had been secured to her sides and her whole upper body tied
|
|
tightly down to the table; and in a further display of kinkiness
|
|
the rabbit had even used several loops of rope to tie the mouse's
|
|
tail down along the back of her left leg. She was quite
|
|
thoroughly immobilized, except for her head, and utterly
|
|
helpless. The rabbit disappeared off-camera for a moment, and the
|
|
camera zoomed in to show us that no matter how much the mouse
|
|
struggled, she couldn't move an inch in any direction. Again, I
|
|
would have been worried, except that the expression on her face
|
|
was one of pleasure and not fear. The rabbit came back, holding a
|
|
long black feather. The camera zoomed in on the mouse's muff, and
|
|
I could see her excitement glistening on the furry pink lips of
|
|
her cunt; the rabbit reached between the mouse's legs with one
|
|
hand and spread her lips apart, then started to tickle her pink
|
|
inner wetness with the feather. The mouse squealed and started to
|
|
struggle again, laughing helplessly as the rabbit tickled her
|
|
mercilessly. I felt funny watching this; it _was_ kinky, and I
|
|
found it a bit disturbing to watch, yet at the same time I found
|
|
myself wondering what it would feel like to let someone do that
|
|
to me. The rabbit finally stopped tickling her companion, letting
|
|
her rest just long enough to stop laughing, then brought up
|
|
another object from under the table; a huge double-penetration
|
|
vibrator. She showed it to the mouse, who pretended to be scared;
|
|
I almost believed she was for a moment, but the mouse was a
|
|
pretty poor actress and her face lost the scared expression the
|
|
moment she thought the camera was off of her. The rabbit spread
|
|
vaseline (ick! we furries almost _never_ use that stuff; just
|
|
_try_ getting it out of your fur afterwards!) along the one shaft
|
|
of the vibrator, then slowly positioned it and slowly slid in
|
|
inside the mouse, penetrating both her love-channel and backdoor
|
|
at the same time. A camera shot from underneath, through the
|
|
glass tabletop, showed that once the vibrator was all the way
|
|
inside, the base was pressed firmly against the mouse's outer
|
|
lips and love-button. The rabbit was holding a small box with a
|
|
cord that ran to the base of the vibrator and she started to play
|
|
with the control; I could hear the hum changing pitch as she
|
|
tormented her companion with different vibrations. Inspired, I
|
|
picked up the two-prong vibrator and slid it slowly inside my own
|
|
wet love-nest, pressing the one part tight against my clit, and
|
|
dialed it up to full throttle. Immediately I stiffened as the
|
|
vibrations hummed throughout my crotch in a deliciously
|
|
unbearable intensity. I felt so turned on, both from the toy's
|
|
throbbing and from watching the kinky video. We rabbits are often
|
|
strongly affected by visual stimuli; I can, in fact, sometimes
|
|
have an orgasm just from _watching_ sexual activity, and watching
|
|
nearly always puts me in the mood, if I'm not already! This
|
|
particular visual was exceptionally stimulating, since it was
|
|
something quite new to me and carried the extra thrill of
|
|
something naughty and secret, and I came in moments, shuddering
|
|
and gasping for breath. I looked up to see that while I'd been
|
|
busy with the toy, the rabbit had started tickling the mouse with
|
|
the feather again, drawing the tip of the feather along the
|
|
mouse's feet, ears, and of course along the base of her tail and
|
|
up and down her wet outer lips. The mouse was laughing
|
|
uncontrollably, tears running down her face, then suddenly her
|
|
body stiffened and she squealed in what was clearly a powerful
|
|
orgasm. Now _that_ amazed me; I'd heard of being tickled to
|
|
_death_, but never tickled to _orgasm_. I shook my head as the
|
|
rabbit started to untie her companion and the picture faded
|
|
out.... definitely weird. And yet, strangely enough, I found it
|
|
terribly erotic. So much so that I skipped the tape back a couple
|
|
of minutes and rewatched the last part, with the mouse cumming
|
|
from being tickled. And still I couldn't help but wonder what it
|
|
would be like....
|
|
|
|
The next "kinky stuff" was between a human female and a
|
|
large wolf male. I didn't see anything particularly kinky about
|
|
it, until it occurred to me that, to some furries (and most
|
|
humans), _that's_ what was kinky; a human and a furry having sex.
|
|
It wasn't to _me_, of course, since my live-in lover is a human
|
|
male who's quite comfortable with furry fun, but I supposed that
|
|
we were somewhat unusual in that respect. As is Jerry, my otter-
|
|
friends' live-in human housemate. I wondered when I'd get the
|
|
chance to see Jerry again. He always seemed to be out when I came
|
|
over; I hoped maybe I'd see him later on that night. I had
|
|
assumed from the handwritten label that this was something that
|
|
Nikki had put together by copying shorter tapes or films onto
|
|
this one, but I couldn't imagine this particular bit being
|
|
particularly kinky to Nikki either, and decided that this must be
|
|
a tape someone else made up. It was mildly interesting to me
|
|
because of the reversal of sexes - human female with a furry male
|
|
lover, whereas I'm a furry female with a human male lover - but
|
|
even that wasn't terribly fascinating to me. I'd seen human x-
|
|
rated films, so the naked female-human body wasn't anything new
|
|
to me. The only thing novel about the scene was that as the male
|
|
wolf mounted the female human and slid his cock into her muff, he
|
|
was also working a slim vibrator into her back passage. Which
|
|
reminded me...
|
|
|
|
I took advantage of the less-than-fascinating scene to
|
|
indulge in a bit of kinkiness of my own; I applied some jelly to
|
|
the funny-shaped vibrator, bent over on my knees with my rump in
|
|
the air, and slowly pushed the smooth, tapered shape into my
|
|
backside. It became a little uncomfortable as I got to its widest
|
|
point, but I persisted, and a moment later the widest part
|
|
slipped inside and I felt the stretched opening spasm once and
|
|
close around the thinner body of the toy. The base of the toy
|
|
pressed against my cheeks in a not-uncomfortable way, and as I
|
|
settled back onto the couch I was aware of a very _full_ feeling
|
|
in my back passage. While it didn't cause me any real discomfort,
|
|
it _was_ a feeling I couldn't ignore or seem to get used to;
|
|
every time I moved I could feel the vibrator buried deep inside
|
|
my rump. Experimentally, I slid the control to it's halfway mark,
|
|
and was rewarded with throbbing vibrations in my backside. I
|
|
gasped, and waited; at first, it didn't seem all that
|
|
pleasurable, but after a few moments I did start to enjoy the
|
|
unique sensations and turned my attention back to the video. Just
|
|
as I did, I heard a soft buzzing sound - not the vibrator, I
|
|
realized, but the clothes dryer, which had a more civilized alarm
|
|
sound than the washer did, apparantly. I thought to myself for a
|
|
moment, trying to decide if I should take out the vibrator or
|
|
ignore the dryer. Then suddenly I got another slightly kinky
|
|
idea, which I probably wouldn't have done under other
|
|
circumstances... with the vibrator still buried deep in my
|
|
backside, humming away, I stood up and walked out to the laundry
|
|
room.
|
|
|
|
_Now_ the sensations were absolutely delicious, as the
|
|
vibrator shifted inside my back passage as I moved. I retrieved
|
|
the clothes, relishing the exotic feel of the vibrator throbbing
|
|
in my backside, and carried them back to the den. I set them down
|
|
on the pool table, and put the little control safely out of the
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way after sliding it to full. I went a bit weak in the knees as
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the vibrations went to maximum strength, throbbing and pulsing
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throughout my lower regions, then stood and folded the clothes
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with the toy humming away, feeling very naughty. Not just because
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of _what_ I was doing, but the circumstances in which I was doing
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it.... if Kelly only knew...
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I had forgotten to stop the tape, and the wolf/human scene
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had been replaced by another bondage scene between the same mouse
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and rabbit as in the first part. In the first scene, neither of
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them had called the other by name (or talked much at all, for
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|
that matter); now, the mouse kept calling the rabbit Janice.
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Janice, apparantly playing the submissive role to the hilt, just
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kept calling the mouse "mistress", so I never did find out her
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name. Now I was _sure_ that they were acting, since the roles
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were reversed; Janice could have easily overpowered the mouse if
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she hadn't wanted to let herself be tied up. At least she was a
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better actress than the mouse, though; if I overlooked Janice's
|
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obvious physical superiority I could believe that she was being
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forced, and was scared. This started out as another tickling
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scene, with Janice tied face-up and spread-eagled so the mouse
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could tickle her clit and nipples. Janice was reduced to helpless
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laughter in moments, apparantly even more ticklish than the mouse
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was. I felt a sympathetic tingling in my own feet as the mouse
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started to torture the sensitive pads of Janice's foot with the
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feather; if Janice's feet were half as ticklish as mine, the
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mouse must have been driving her out of her mind.
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The mouse stopped for a moment to let her friend recover, so
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I carried the folded clothes back to the laundry room and put
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them with the rest. Upon returning to the den, I saw the mouse
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untying Janice and assumed the scene was over. Just as I reached
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for the remote to back up the tape to see what I'd missed,
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though, I saw that I was wrong; they were merely changing
|
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positions. Janice's wrists were tied behind her back and she was
|
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being led over to to the side of the couch. She bent over and the
|
|
mouse proceeded to tie her up the rest of the way, tightly
|
|
binding Janice's legs together. Then, the mouse slid a large,
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|
thick vibrator into Janice's wet muff, and worked it in and out.
|
|
Then, she brought up the feather again, and kept drawing it
|
|
across Janice's clit, which had the strange effect of making
|
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Janice shudder in ecstasy and laughter at the same time. "This is
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_definitely_ weird," I said to myself as Janice let out a
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shuddery squeal and came under the mouse's attention.
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The next scene was again pretty tame, at least to my mind.
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The wolf/human couple had been joined by another male furry, a
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|
well-hung fox. At first he looked a lot like the one in the other
|
|
tape I'd watched earlier, until I got a good look at his muzzle
|
|
and saw his facial markings were different. The fox lay on his
|
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back, the female human mounted him the normal way, and then the
|
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wolf mounted _her_ up her back passage from behind, so that the
|
|
female was being sandwiched between the two furries. Again I was
|
|
inspired, and slid the other vibrator with the clit-tickler deep
|
|
into my _very_ warm and wet muff. The combined vibrations
|
|
resonated throughout my crotch and felt so _incredibly_ good that
|
|
I lost interest in the tape for the moment and thrusted the thick
|
|
vibrator in and out of my channel until I couldn't stand it
|
|
anymore and orgasmed with a loud squeal. Looking up, I saw the
|
|
three had switched positions; the human was now on her back, the
|
|
fox had mounted her, and the wolf had mounted _him_. After a few
|
|
minutes the trio came, one at a time, and I couldn't help but
|
|
giggle when the wolf let out a real "baying-at-the-moon" howl as
|
|
he orgasmed. Fade to black.
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|
There were a couple more scenes after that, mostly more
|
|
bondage stuff, including a scene which was reminiscient of the
|
|
time Nikki and I had tied Kelly to the pool table and made an
|
|
"otter-fudge sundae" out of him, except that the two
|
|
participants, a cocker spaniel and a squirrel, were using _hot_
|
|
fudge. Apparantly not hot enough to burn, since the squirrel was
|
|
holding the pot in his hands; even so, I felt sorry for the
|
|
spaniel... she must have had _hell_ getting it out of her fur
|
|
afterwards. Even though some of the stuff on this tape was pretty
|
|
kinky, it didn't bother me too much; in fact, I found quite a bit
|
|
of it to be quite erotic. But then came a clip that shocked me.
|
|
There were two raccoons, a male and female, on a couch. The
|
|
female was lying bent over the male's lap with her skirt pulled
|
|
up over her waist; the male was holding her tail clear with one
|
|
hand and giving her a series of light smacks on her backside. I
|
|
found this a bit disturbing; I found myself recalling a time
|
|
where, during some horseplay, Kelly had made a mock threat to
|
|
turn me over his knee and I'd jokingly replied that I might let
|
|
him. What disturbed me even more than the fact that I was
|
|
_watching_ it, was that I found myself wondering if I _had_ been
|
|
joking with Kelly. I couldn't believe that I would really _want_
|
|
something like that, or that Kelly would actually do it, but for
|
|
some strange reason I just couldn't get the thought out of my
|
|
head. I looked away from the screen for a moment, trying to get a
|
|
grip on my own thoughts...
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|
|
|
I guess if just the light swats had that been all there was
|
|
to the scene, I probably could have handled it. But suddenly I
|
|
heard a loud SMACK! and a squeal; looking up in shock, I saw that
|
|
while I'd been absorbed in my own thoughts the female had been
|
|
bent over the side of the couch. The male was holding the
|
|
female's tail straight up in his left hand, while he had a large
|
|
black-leather belt folded over in his other hand. I was too
|
|
frozen with shock to do anything but watch as he drew back and
|
|
brought the belt down on her rump again. There were moans of
|
|
pleasure in between her cries, so I knew that, incredible as it
|
|
seemed, she must be deriving _some_ kind of pleasure from the
|
|
whipping, but it was at about the third or fourth stroke that I
|
|
suddenly came out of my frozen shock and decided I'd had enough
|
|
of this. I stopped the tape, rewound it, put it back in its case,
|
|
and then dropped it on the pool table and stared at it like it
|
|
was something dangerous. Unlike the other kinks - the tickling,
|
|
the bondage, the double-mounting - I had no doubts about _this_
|
|
particular one. I knew only too well how much a belt on your
|
|
backside hurt; I couldn't understand how it could possibly be
|
|
pleasurable to anyone to have their rump tanned, all I knew was
|
|
there was no way I'd let someone do that to _me_!
|
|
|
|
Suddenly I wasn't much in the mood to play anymore. I
|
|
removed the large vibrator from my cunt, then knelt on the floor,
|
|
bent over, and slipped the other vibrator free of my backside. I
|
|
had to concentrate on relaxing the tight opening to allow the
|
|
wide base to come out, but once it did, the rest slid out almost
|
|
by itself. I turned it off, carried both it and the other
|
|
vibrator into the kitchen, and cleaned them off with a few wet
|
|
paper towels (making sure to remove the batteries first.) Then I
|
|
retrieved the tape and KY Jelly from the den and took them back
|
|
upstairs to put them back where I found them.
|
|
|
|
On my way back upstairs, though, I started to calm down and
|
|
think rationally again. While I still found the whipping scene to
|
|
be shocking, and certainly nothing I wanted to see or experience,
|
|
I could take comfort in the fact that, if I was any judge of
|
|
character, I was willing to bet that neither Nikki, Kelly, or
|
|
Jerry would enjoy that sort of thing either. While they might go
|
|
in for the unusual, especially Nikki, none of them seemed the
|
|
type who would get off on giving pain to someone else, or even
|
|
enjoy seeing it done. As I opened the drawer and replaced the
|
|
toys, I explored the rest of the drawer to confirm my belief in
|
|
my friends. As I had expected, while there were silken ropes that
|
|
could be (and had been) used for some bondage, there was no sign
|
|
of anything that could be used for giving out pain, and I felt a
|
|
bit ashamed of myself for letting one scene on a tape shake my
|
|
trust in my friends. I found myself thinking that I _deserved_ a
|
|
spanking for believing for a minute that any of my friends and
|
|
lovers _would_ spank me like that. At first I was stunned by what
|
|
seemed to be more unsuspected kinkiness on my part, then I
|
|
realized how ludicrous that though really was and started to
|
|
laugh again. I stared at myself in the mirror, and stuck out my
|
|
tongue at my reflection. "Dumb bunny!" I said, then reached
|
|
around and gave myself a smack on the rump. Which of course
|
|
didn't hurt at all, really, but I felt better for it.
|
|
|
|
I still couldn't quite shake the funny feelings that the
|
|
first part of that scene had provoked, though... when it had just
|
|
been light, almost playful hand-smacks, it hadn't really bothered
|
|
me, and even though I didn't want to believe it, it _had_ struck
|
|
me as a little erotic. I found myself wondering what it would be
|
|
like.... then shook myself again and resolutely pushed that
|
|
thought to the back of my mind, still not really feeling at ease
|
|
thinking about it too much. I didn't _really_ want that... did I?
|
|
I decided it was just my rabbit nature again, being susceptible
|
|
to visuals. I picked up the clit-tickling vibrator, intending to
|
|
replace it in its box, when I noticed something that I'd missed
|
|
before; the box claimed that this vibrator was waterproof. I
|
|
giggled... logical enough, knowing how otters love water. That
|
|
thought led to another slightly kinky idea, but this one didn't
|
|
disturb me in the least; it was something I'd wanted to do for a
|
|
while, but had never quite gotten Kelly in the right time and
|
|
place for. This would be the next best thing...
|
|
|
|
I dashed down the stairs, eager to try my idea, and walked
|
|
out to the pool, not caring if anyone saw me or not. I set the
|
|
vibrator beside the steps and dove into the cool water, swimming
|
|
the length of the pool a couple of times, getting a feel for
|
|
things. (I know you're supposed to wait two hours after you eat,
|
|
but I've found that it's OK for me after about an hour unless
|
|
I've stuffed myself, and I did have a fairly light lunch.) Then I
|
|
set my watch to its stopwatch setting, took a deep breath,
|
|
punched the "start" button and lowered myself beneath the
|
|
surface. I held myself down, holding my breath as long as I
|
|
could....
|
|
|
|
Finally, just as I felt my air start to give out I stood up
|
|
and hit the button on my watch again (which fortunately is
|
|
waterproof down to 25ft). I looked at the display, and was both
|
|
surprised and pleased to find that I had managed almost a whole
|
|
minute! While motionless, of course; doubtless I would have less
|
|
endurance while swimming underwater... or doing other things. And
|
|
of course it would be no match for Kelly's diving ability, since
|
|
otters can stay underwater for several minutes at a time, but I
|
|
felt it was respectable enough, and surely Kelly and I could work
|
|
it out...
|
|
|
|
That thought reminded me of the waterproof vibrator.
|
|
Eagerly, I grabbed it and slowly worked it up into my love-
|
|
channel, closing my eyes and imagining it was really Kelly,
|
|
preparing to make love to me in the oldest and most authentic
|
|
otter-style. I slid it in with the clit-tickler pointing the
|
|
wrong way, so that it was trapped between my rump-cheeks; I
|
|
needed some way to hold it in place, and besides, I didn't think
|
|
I could handle that little devil on my lovebutton just yet. I
|
|
switched on the vibrations and grabbed my watch, then took a deep
|
|
breath and dove under the water, propelling myself with my large
|
|
feet while I used one hand to work the toy in and out of my cunt,
|
|
timing my endurance while swimming _and_ mating -or at least the
|
|
closest substutute I had at the moment. I kept myself under until
|
|
I just _had_ to breathe...
|
|
|
|
I repeated the process several times, and found I could
|
|
average between 30 to 45 seconds in this way. I could stretch
|
|
myself to my one-minute mark, but past the 30-45 second limit the
|
|
pleasure in my depths was overridden by the ache in my lungs and
|
|
when I finally came up for air I'd be dizzy. (Obviously, I stayed
|
|
in the shallow end of the pool for this exercise.) If Kelly and I
|
|
were to try this, it would be vital for him to keep in mind that
|
|
we couldn't dive for more than about half a minute. Even so, I
|
|
decided my performance was quite respectable for my species, all
|
|
things considered. After all, otters are aquatic by nature, with
|
|
lungs and a metabolism built for extended dives, whereas nature
|
|
never intended rabbits to go diving at all, and certainly not to
|
|
do so for long periods. Now if only I could just get Kelly to
|
|
cooperate.
|
|
|
|
In the meantime, though, I had the vibrator. I lay on my
|
|
back and floated in the water, slowly thrusting the thick toy in
|
|
and out of my eager love-channel, fantasizing that it was really
|
|
Kelly below. In, out, in, out.... I humped myself faster with the
|
|
toy as I felt a climax near, and started to rub my clit with the
|
|
palm of my hand... at last I shuddered, moaned, and came with a
|
|
sudden burst of delightful, tingly warmth through my body. I then
|
|
pulled the vibrator out about halfway and turned it so the
|
|
tickler was in the proper position, then pushed the toy as far as
|
|
it would go into my tingling cunt, turned the vibrations up to
|
|
full, and let myself float along in the water as the intense
|
|
vibrations seared through me. I had several more orgasms over the
|
|
hour or so I spent in the pool; as I felt each one near, I would
|
|
again take a deep breath and dive under the surface, practicing
|
|
holding my breath even in the middle of cumming, until I was
|
|
convinced that I _could_ mate with Kelly in this way, if I could
|
|
just catch him at the right time.
|
|
|
|
At last I tired of the game. While it was pleasurable, it
|
|
only made me realize how I wanted _Kelly_ to do this to me.
|
|
Besides which, I was starting to get physically tired, and my
|
|
lungs were beginning to ache a bit from all the long diving. I
|
|
climbed out of the pool and dried myself off with one of the
|
|
large towels provided... with the thick vibrator still humming
|
|
away in my depths. Leaving the vibrator in place, I went back
|
|
inside the house and upstairs to Kelly's bath, where I showered
|
|
to wash the chlorine out of my fur, then dried, blowdried, and
|
|
brushed off my fur - interrupted a couple of times by further
|
|
orgasms produced by the clit-tickler still torturing my sensitive
|
|
button. I walked back into the bedroom itself and sat down in
|
|
front of the dresser, leaning back so I could thrust the vibrator
|
|
in and out. I made myself cum one final time, then slipped the
|
|
devilish little toy out of my now-slightly-sore lovechannel and
|
|
turned it off. The entire length of the vibrator glistened with
|
|
my slippery muff-juice; instead of wiping it dry, I licked it
|
|
clean, enjoying the taste of my own slightly musky fluids, then
|
|
replaced it in its box. I decided that one of those would be the
|
|
first thing I'd buy from that catalog when I got it. My whole
|
|
muff was still tingling from my ordeal with that thing,
|
|
especially my clit; any toy that could be _that_ much fun would
|
|
be money well spent...
|
|
|
|
Wondering if anyone else had finally come home while I was
|
|
showering, I went back downstairs again and looked around. I was
|
|
still alone in the house, and a look at the clock told me I had
|
|
probably another hour to go before Kelly would be home, assuming
|
|
he was on time. Feeling thirsty, I went back into the kitchen and
|
|
took a bottle of RC Cola out of the fridge, opened it, and leaned
|
|
against the counter as I drank. After a few pulls on the bottle,
|
|
I opened the fridge and selected another carrot to munch on. (No,
|
|
it's not because I'm a rabbit... I don't think. I _do_ love
|
|
carrots myself, but my mother and my stepsister Mellie detested
|
|
them. On the other hand my friend Darin, who's a cat and
|
|
therefore _supposedly_ a carnivore, will happily clean out an
|
|
all-you-can-eat salad bar. Just another example, I suppose, of
|
|
how humans insist on applying stereotypes to us furries based on
|
|
our physical form.) I finished up my little snack, and decided to
|
|
go back upstairs and look through the toybox some more. My
|
|
shocking experience with the "Kinky Stuff" tape had ceased to
|
|
prey on my mind, and I felt in the mood to play some more...
|
|
|
|
I sat cross-legged in front of the open drawer again, and
|
|
started to look over the other items. Underneath the box of "Love
|
|
Butter" was another similar box of "Body Paints." Huh? Now this
|
|
was a new one on me; I'd never even heard of these. Sounded
|
|
messy, though. I turned over the box and read the back. Ah! The
|
|
"paints" were "flavored, edible, and non-staining"... well,
|
|
according to the box, at any rate. I opened it and looked through
|
|
the contents of the box; four tubes of "paint", a few stencils,
|
|
and a brush. "Aw, what the hell," I said to myself. I took out
|
|
one of the tubes and the brush, and painted a bright blue stripe
|
|
down the back of my hand. It didn't seem to do anything else, so
|
|
I licked it away again. It had a vaguely raspberry-ish taste
|
|
which wasn't unpleasant, but not all that tasty either; it had a
|
|
sort of artificial "tang" to it. As I put the paint set away, I
|
|
filed it in my memory along with the "Love Butter", under
|
|
"potential"; it could be interesting to play with.
|
|
|
|
I came across another small jar of something called "Nipple
|
|
Delight." I opened the jar; inside was a white, strawberry-
|
|
smelling cream. I massaged a small dab of it into one nipple;
|
|
unlike the "Love Butter" it felt cool instead of warm against the
|
|
tender skin, and had a creamier texture. I felt my nipple become
|
|
softer and smoother as I rubbed it in, so I repeated the process
|
|
on the other nipple. Then, as the jar said the cream was edible,
|
|
I lifted my breasts and licked a bit of the cream away again. Its
|
|
taste was much more pleasant than the body paints. I giggled as
|
|
I put away the jar, reflecting that Nikki seemed fond of edible
|
|
toys! I wouldn't have been surprised to come across a pair of
|
|
edible underwear somewhere in this drawer...
|
|
|
|
And in fact, I did. I held the box in my hand, and giggled.
|
|
What in Tallanaia's name could Nikki be thinking? Now here was
|
|
something utterly impractical for us furries. Gary and I had
|
|
tried a set of these once, just for the fun of it, and had
|
|
regretted it almost immediately. That particular brand of
|
|
"underwear" was made of a thin, edible substance that dissolved
|
|
with moisture.... _any_ moisture, as we discovered. As Gary had
|
|
nibbled the top piece away from my breasts, this got me aroused
|
|
and wet down below. A few moments later I felt a decidedly
|
|
unpleasant stickiness in my crotch-fur. It turned out that even
|
|
the mild dampness of my arousal had been enough to start the
|
|
panty dissolving, and unfortunately not only had it melted into
|
|
the fur, but it was leaving behind a sticky residue as it dried
|
|
out again. If you've ever had the misfortune to spill soda pop or
|
|
any other sugary drink on your fur, you'll know exactly what I
|
|
mean. And of course, in such a sensitive region, the net effect
|
|
quickly became just a bit painful as the fur matted into a sticky
|
|
mess. (Come to think of it, that wouldn't be very pleasant for a
|
|
human, either.) Gary, to his credit, managed not to laugh himself
|
|
sick - at least not in front of me - and between the two of us we
|
|
somehow managed to get that crud out of my fur. Out of morbid
|
|
curiosity, I opened the box and looked at the contents. _These_
|
|
seemed to be made of something more like a Fruit Roll-Up, and
|
|
_probably_ wouldn't melt down like the other ones did... but I
|
|
wasn't about to volunteer to find out.
|
|
|
|
On the right side of the drawer were a few small boxes
|
|
containing various bits of clothing; g-strings, garters, lace
|
|
teddys, things like that. I tried out a few items... first, I
|
|
tried a backless fishnet leotard. Not bad... it certainly made
|
|
_me_ feel playful and sexy. But the black fishnet was hard to see
|
|
against my own dark-chocolate fur, so I doubted it would be as
|
|
effective. "Too bad it's not in white", I said to myself. But
|
|
even if it had been, it also didn't really fit me properly, and I
|
|
realized it was because it had been sized for someone of Nikki's
|
|
body-shape. Otters have low waistlines and long torsos, so it was
|
|
cut longer than I was built and was looser than it was supposed
|
|
to be; had Nikki been wearing it, the leotard would have been
|
|
stretched tight against her body. I put it back, and pulled out
|
|
something that _was_ in white; a white lace and satin affair
|
|
consisting of a corset with garters, a white g-string panty, and
|
|
lace-topped stockings. I tried it on, and got as far as the
|
|
corset and panty before I ran into a snag; again, sized for
|
|
Nikki, which meant that the stockings were for legs only a little
|
|
over half as long as mine. That, plus my large rabbit feet,
|
|
meant that the stockings would probably not even reach to my
|
|
knee. I studied myself in the mirror; the corset and panty still
|
|
made me look appealingly sexy, but to my mind the absence of
|
|
stockings kind of ruined the effect. _But_, I decided as I
|
|
stripped off the lacy garments and put them away, I would
|
|
definitely have to order that catalog. If I could get one of
|
|
these outfits in the proper proportions for _my_ body, I could
|
|
_really_ make Kelly's eyes pop!
|
|
|
|
Digging further, I found another interesting set of lacy
|
|
underwear, in brilliant red satin this time. I slipped on the bra
|
|
and panties, and admired myself in the mirror. Now _here_ was an
|
|
eye-opener; the panties had a wide opening in the crotch that
|
|
left everything from my muff to my tail completely exposed, and
|
|
the bra had small openings over each nipple that showed an inch-
|
|
square patch of breast. Coupled with my natural white patches in
|
|
those exposed areas, the effect was interesting.
|
|
|
|
I took them off, and tried another fishnet affair; this one
|
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a two-piece, in white. The low-cut bikini panty and bra made an
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interesting pattern against my chocolate fur; the bra simply tied
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together in the front and didn't do much to support my breasts,
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so they still jiggled when I walked. Again I admired myself in
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the mirror, pleased with the look; the fishnet was just close-
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woven enough to seem as though I were wearing underwear that
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matched my fur color and had a white grid pattern, but if you
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looked for a moment you realized that it was _me_ under that
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white fishnet, especially if you happened to notice my nipples
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poking out through the net. "Neat," I said to myself, and I
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decided that unless I came across anything better, I'd greet
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Kelly in _this_ when he camed home.
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After admiring myself for a moment more, I returned to my
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explorations. I came across a couple more vibrators, including a
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very _strange_-looking one that appeared to be hollow and half-
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full of little plastic beads. I found a few more books; a couple
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were mostly text, another was similar to the one I'd found that
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illustrated sexual positions, except that this had sketches
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instead of color photos, and there were about a half-dozen 30-
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page magazine-type books that just had page after page photos of
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furries and/or humans having sex. I also came across about a
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dozen videotapes, but after the "Kinky Stuff" shock I didn't
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particularly feel like looking at those at the moment.
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One item which I couldn't fathom was the large tin in the
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back of the drawer, which contained a large assortment of
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condoms. It struck me as odd, since I'd never seen Kelly use one.
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Of course, the only time it becomes an issue is if you're mating
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with someone of your own species, _and_ if you're of a species in
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which fertility isn't something you can consciously control. We
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rabbits have a natural ability to "re-absorb" unwanted
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pregnancies before they even really get started (something which
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we don't often talk about since for some odd reason some humans
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have fits over the subject), so any external form of birth
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control was unnecessary for me and I'd never worried about it
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much. And I had assumed, from the way Kelly and Nikki mated
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without worrying about "protection", that either otters have a
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similar ability (I skipped Biology class in high school, since
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the very idea of dissecting frogs made me ill), or else that
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Nikki used some other kind of birth control. The only use I could
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see for the condom assortment was the novelty value; some of them
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were apparantly of odd colors, or had bumpy surfaces, or some
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other oddity. Unless they belonged to Jerry, which would make
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somewhat more sense, except that why would they be up here
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instead of in _his_ room?
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I decided it wasn't important, and searched some more. I
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found another strange vibrator, this one attached to a set of
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elastic straps. Like the conical backdoor-plug, this one also had
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a cord and external battery/speed control box. "What the heck do
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I do with _this_?" I wondered. After a moment, it occurred to me
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that the straps resembled a male athletic supporter; if you tried
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to wear it, one strap would be around your waist and the other
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would run under your crotch and up between your rumpcheeks. I
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felt another surge of kinky curiosity, and decided to try it on
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for size. Since there was no indication on the box as to how it
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was supposed to be used, at first I assumed it was supposed to be
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used like any other vibrator. I stripped off the fishnet panties
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and slid the vibrator into my depths. It was long and thick,
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though not as large as the one I'd been using or the one Nikki
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had left downstairs, and felt good inside me... but the straps
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didn't seem to fit properly. I pulled it out again, and stared at
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it for a moment. Just what the heck was I supposed to do with it,
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if not what I _was_ doing? I was about to give up and put it back
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when I suddenly remembered - didn't I see this in that catalog
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earlier? I dug the catalog out and paged through it until I came
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to a photo of the device I had in my hands. I read the
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description, and giggled. Then, I slipped it on the way it was
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pictured, with the vibrator positioned over my mound, pointing
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outward, and took a look at myself in the mirror. I _had_ to
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laugh; I couldn't decide if the effect was kinky, or just
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rediculous. I took out a battery and put it in the control, then
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flipped the vibrator on. With the base nestled against my mound,
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I felt a mild throbbing against my clit, which varied in
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intensity as I stroked one hand up and down the length of the
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vibrator. Now _this_ was _definitely_ weird... although the idea
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of using it to turn the tables on Kelly or Nikki did have a
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certain appeal...
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I put that toy away and went back to exploring. A couple
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more bodysuits which probably wouldn't fit me any better than the
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other one had. A generous supply of various lubricants, including
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such exotically-named products as Astroglide, Dr. Love, and
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Slippery Stuff, in addition to two or three tubes of the familiar
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standby, K-Y Jelly. Figuring I'd seen about all there was, I
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decided I'd look into a couple more boxes and call it quits. The
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first box contained the only thing I'd found so far that was
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intended for _male_ masturbation; a hand-held latex vagina
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"substitute". I had to admit it looked realistic enough on the
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outside, with the "fleshy" latex folds that looked like real
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outer and inner lips, a small nub for the clit, and the outside
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was even lined with fake fur for extra realism. Obviously I
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wasn't exactly qualified to tell how realistic it was in other
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ways, but I imagined it would serve well enough. What I couldn't
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figure out is what it was for... while I couldn't think of a
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concrete reason to say why they _wouldn't_ use one, somehow I
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couldn't imagine Kelly or Jerry needing, or even wanting, such a
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|
thing. Then again, it probably hadn't been used in a while
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|
either, if at all; this one _also_ had a vibrator with an
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external control, and the battery compartment was empty. I
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shrugged and repacked it.
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The second box was the payoff of my search, though. It
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contained an outfit which I thought was even better than what I
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was wearing now! I stripped off the white fishnet bra, and
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repacked both it and the panties (which I'd never put back on
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again) into their little box. Then, I pulled out the new outfit
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and put it on. This one was a nightgown made of white, satiny
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material on the back and floral-patterned see-through lace on
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the front. I slipped on the matching g-string lace panty
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underneath it, and looked myself over. The overall effect was
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quite impressive. The gown was held up by two spaghetti straps,
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which left my shoulders and upper body bare down to the top of my
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breasts, and the gown was slit up both sides all the way up to my
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hips. I was very pleased to find that this outfit appeared to fit
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me almost perfectly. The back part was shimmery white and
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slightly translucent, while the front was an airy white nylon
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that may as well not have been there at all, for all it
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concealed. The only parts that couldn't be seen through were the
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white floral-lace patterns, and they were strategically placed so
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as not to block the view of anything important. Underneath, the
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lace panty was a bit more concealing, but one could still make
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out the lights and darks of my fur underneath. My breasts, of
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course, were in plain view through the see-through nylon, and the
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gown was cut just tight enough to make my nipples stand out.
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"Very sexy, Kerja!" I said to myself in my best come-to-the-
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bedroom purr, then broke into giggles. "Kelly'll _flip_!" And I
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|
had no doubt that he would, either; I was even turning _myself_
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on, staring at the sexy rabbit in the mirror.
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Just then, I heard a car pull up outside. I peeped out of
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the bedroom window, and shuddered in excitement when I saw
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Kelly's car pull up in the driveway. I quickly put everything
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else away in the drawer, closed it, and softly padded out to the
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head of the stairs, just out of Kelly's sight, and waited.
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I heard his key in the lock, and then the door opening and
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|
closing behind him. Then he called out "I'm 'ome, luv! Where's me
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|
favorite chocolate bunny?"
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I started down the steps in my sexiest walk, making sure he
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|
got a good view of my full breasts bouncing underneath the see-
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|
through lace, and stood at the foot of the stairs with my hips
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|
cocked in a provocative pose. I pretended to be unaware of the
|
|
effect I was having on him, but it was clear that the vision of
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|
his "favorite chocolate bunny" dressed in a sexy see-through
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|
nightgown, standing in a teasing pose, and making bedroom eyes at
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|
him was suddenly making his pants a bit tight in the crotch. "Hi,
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sugarfur!" I said, again in my best sexy purr. "How was your
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bowling?"
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He stared at me for a moment, then dropped his bowling bag,
|
|
came over to me, and wrapped his arms tight around me. As he did,
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I crouched slightly so that our muzzles were even, and took him
|
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in a tight, warm hug. Our muzzles met, and we both melted into a
|
|
deep, long, passionate kiss. Our tongues entwined and explored
|
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each other's mouths, and our hands caressed each others' back and
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|
sides. As we kissed, we gradually knelt, then sat down on the
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|
bottom stairs.
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At last, we gradually broke the kiss, ending with a series
|
|
of smaller kisses on each others' muzzles and cheeks. We sat on
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the steps, cuddling and panting slightly. Finally he looked up at
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me, eyes shining with love and friendship, and grinned. "So,
|
|
luv... ummm... wot did y' do with yourself whilst I was gone?"
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|
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I chuckled, and ran my free hand down the satiny side of the
|
|
gown I was wearing. "Besides trying on sexy clothes, you mean?
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|
Well... I watched some TV, swam in the pool for a while, and then
|
|
took a shower... and I had lunch; I hope you don't mind that I
|
|
ate one of those microwave beef stews in your cupboard."
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He smiled, "That's all right, luv... I meant t' tell you t'
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'elp yourself t' wotever you liked if y' got 'ungry, I did.
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Anything else?"
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"Well..." I giggled. "I did your laundry for you..."
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"Wot?" He stared at me, not sure if I was joking with him.
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|
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"No, really, sugarfur. See, my skirt got... wet... from
|
|
earlier," I said, winking. "I went to throw it in the washer, and
|
|
since your laundry basket was full I just figured I'd go ahead
|
|
and do it for you. Save water and all that."
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He chuckled, and gave me a kiss. "You _always_ do it for me,
|
|
luv... but thanks. You didn't 'ave t' do that, though."
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"It's OK, Kelly... it's not like I had anything else to do,
|
|
you know."
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"Yeah, I know... an' I'm sorry 'bout that, luv; I hated t'
|
|
'ave t' rush off an' leave you alone like that, but... well, y'
|
|
know."
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"I know." I bent over and kissed him on the muzzle. "It's
|
|
not your fault, Kelly; I should have checked to see if you had
|
|
plans first, and you had an obligation. And I didn't really mind.
|
|
I enjoyed my swim, and the rest of it."
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|
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|
"An' goin' through Nikki's toys, wot?" he chuckled,
|
|
grinning.
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|
I blinked. "How did you know?"
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|
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|
"Well, you said you was goin' to when I left, remember? An'
|
|
that's where you got this from, right?" he said, caressing the
|
|
satin-and-lace gown. "Besides," he continued, sniffing a couple
|
|
of times, "I think I smells some o' Nikki's nipple-cream... I
|
|
'ope you didn't get too bored, with all those toys t' play with."
|
|
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|
"Oh, it was awful, sugarfur. I was so bored I just didn't
|
|
know what to do with myself..." Then, I snuggled close and purred
|
|
into his ear. "I just couldn't _wait_ for my sugarfur to come
|
|
home... why don't you come upstairs and make it up to me..." I
|
|
said, as I guided his hand up to caress my breasts through the
|
|
lace gown.
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|
And he did, too. But that's another story....
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