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Furry
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FURRY by John Dawson
Malcolm woke with a terrible start, convinced that something had
touched him. All around him was blackness -- the deep
impenetrable blackness of a moonless, starless night in a room
with its heavy opaque curtains drawn. It was so black he
could almost feel the atmosphere round him, and wondered for a
moment if that could have woken him.
Taking stock of his situation, he realised that he was lying on
his back, having thrown off all the covers, and smiled to himself
as he noticed that, as usual when he awoke, he had an enormous
erection. Very proud of that erection, was Malcolm.
Starting from a perfectly ordinary (though very handsome) cock
in its soft state, his lovers would begin to stir the beast into
life -- which happened very quickly -- and after half a minute or
so of gentle stimulation would find themselves with a veritable
hosepipe on (or in) their hands, surmounted by a length of
foreskin even when fully hard.
There's nothing better than a middle-of-the-night wank to send
you to sleep again, he decided, and went to move his right hand
into a suitable position for doing that very thing. Horror! Thin,
strong, furry fingers gripped his right wrist, pinning it to the
bed. Automatically, he tried to lift his left arm over to release
the vice-like grip, but a second furry hand was already there,
holding his left wrist.
Malcolm whimpered and thrashed his body about to shake off his
captor, kicking out at the end and the sides of the bed to reach
the body of this creature. His feet and knees met no resistance,
and he realised that its body must be behind his head.
Summoning up some long-forgotten gymnastic skill, he suddenly
raised both legs until his feet were behind his head, but still
no solid flesh met his powerful kicks. Worse was to come. Two
more sets of furry fingers clamped themselves round his ankles,
holding him in this extremely uncomfortable doubled-up position.
It occurred to him then that there must be more than one of
these creatures, and sleep had cleared sufficiently from his mind
for him to wonder what these monsters were, and why they had
attacked him like this. His cock (now much less erect) and balls
were hanging down over his face, though he couldn't see them, and
he relaxed slightly, trying to find enough space in his
constricted chest to breathe.
His body still held firmly in four places, more furry hands
began to stroke the backs of his legs and buttocks, his ears,
and both nipples -- all at the same time! There must be a whole
group of these things, he guessed, and wondered how to escape.
It was no use shouting -- his bedroom was on a separate floor
from the others, and the door at the top of the stairs was closed.
Futilely, he struggled some more, but was quite unable to break
free from them. The hands on his buns nuzzled between his legs,
brushing the underside of his ball-sack with soft fur. Erotic
fires shot through his tortured body, reviving the forgotten
erection completely, and he moaned with sudden lust.
Slowly, the hands holding his ankles began to move apart,
spreading his legs, and he began to panic that if they continued,
some part of him would split. But they lifted his legs and
lowered them to the bed in their former position, still clamped
firmly, but now quite comfortable. His erection resumed its
skyward pointing.
Fur enveloped his balls, stroked all over his chest,
particularly his nipples, and rubbed his mouth, nose, ears, and
forehead. The strongly erotic sensations aroused by this were
almost more than Malcom could bear -- he longed to grip his tool
firmly and finish the job he had tried to start some time before,
but had no hand free.
As if in response to his unspoken thoughts, a ring of fur, so
soft that it could not contain any fingers, completely encircled
the tip of his cock and travelled right down to the base, meshing
with his ball hairs. Up and down the furry ring travelled,
applying agonizingly gentle pressure to his screamingly sensitive
cock. His hips began to thrust upwards from the bed, trying to
force the encircling fur to stimulate him more, but the ring
suddenly lowered itself to his cock-base and held him down firmly.
At the same time, several more furry rings slid over the end of
his throbbing meat, and began to move up and down in a random
sort of rhythm, sometimes in the same direction, sometimes in
opposite directions. Two more tight furry rings slipped on to
each of his balls and massaged them gently, and firm furry
hands stroked up and down the insides of his thighs.
Malcolm sank into a red haze of lust, quite forgetting his fear
at this unusual situation, and gave himself up to the wonderful
stimulus.
All at once, the furry rings round his cock, including the one
at the base, all began to move upwards with a stronger stroking
action. As one reached the tip and vanished, another began at
the base, the combined effect being like a milking machine. It
was all too much. Malcolm gave a great sigh, gritted his teeth,
and waited for the orgasmic explosion.
Just before the critical point, the motion on his cock stopped.
He could feel his veins pulsing in near-orgasm, the throbbing of
his heart making his skin rub against the now stationary fur. But
the soft insistent rubbing on his balls and nipples continued,
keeping him just below the very peak of desire.
Each time he thought the sensation was just sufficient to push
him over the edge, some part of the movement stopped, and he sank
back to the plateau of arousal. Loud cries came from him when
this happened; the pounding of his heart sounded so loud in his
ears that he thought he might pass out, but still the inexorable
stimulus went on.
Steady drips of pre-cum fluid poured down the sides of his
cock, and were immediately absorbed by the rings of fur waiting
there. Malcolm had now remained erect and in an almost orgasmic
state for over an hour, a feat which he had often tried to
achieve on his own, but found impossible. Never before had he
experienced such unbelievable sensations.
His nipples were like miniature volcanoes, still being stroked
in regular patterns, and his balls ached for release in their
tight ridged ball-sack. The head of his cock was swollen inside
the tip of his foreskin and was beginning to feel almost painful
from the pressure.
As if the ministering monsters realised this, the rings round
his cock all moved up above his glans, and began to roll down the
end of his foreskin, exposing his most sensitive areas. A
slightly smaller furry ring, liberally coated with his pre-cum,
gripped his cock just under the glans, and began to rotate slowly,
always in the same direction, skimming over his incredibly tight
frenum, and sending him into paroxysms of ecstasy. Shouts and
groans now came from him more frequently, as he felt his whole
being concentrate into his throbbing tool.
"Don't stop! For god's sake don't stop now!" he yelled in a
frenzy, writhing around on the bed as best he could with all four
limbs held tightly. And, for once, they didn't stop. Fur on his
chest, rubbing his nipples; fur on his balls, rubbing and
squeezing; fur on the insides of his legs and even on his feet;
furry rings once again milking his cock, but incredibly gently.
Gradually, the point of no return was reached. Reached, and
passed. Never before had he experienced the sensation of many
minutes of orgasm before spurting out his juice.
His body bucked and thrashed wildly, trying vainly to reach the
climax he so much needed, but his captors were now stimulating
him more strongly. Suddenly it was over. All the furry hands and
rings released him.
Like a fountain, the first spurt of jism shot up towards the
ceiling, followed closely by the second. As they fell back onto
his red-hot body, further convulsions pumped out enormous globs
of creamy white juice until Malcolm was liberally coated with it.
Strangled cries and grunts came from him as the sheer force of
his ejaculation shook his body. Time after time another spasm
wracked him, until he thought he could come no more, but still
kept coming.
Dazed and exhausted, Malcolm woke from a deep sleep. Screwed up
between his legs and over his chest, his furry bed-cover was
completely coated with his outpourings, and the last throbs
and spurts of his tool reminded him that he had just had his most
intense and pleasurable orgasm ever, without being touched by
anyone. Smiling, he hugged the furry cover tighter, and willed
himself to sleep once more, hoping against hope that the furry
monsters would return before morning.
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