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Tamarand part 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
You melodically rumble, "Where to go?"
Farwinde mumbles, "Dunno."
"We could go to my place..." You offer to carry her, she accepts, and
you activate the gadget that 'ports you to your home... You step through,
she cradled in your arms.
You kiss her eyelids gently, and she smiles and snuggles you tightly.
You take a nip at one of the dark nipples showing through her shirt,
mentioning, "I always like to finish what I start." Farwinde shivers and
presses into you, and wraps her arms around you tightly. You say, "I Want
to make love to you. Do you want the same?" You look at her, lust in your
eyes and a smile on your face, erection reaching for the sky. Farwinde
grins and nods and slowly rubs and gyrates her hips into yours, licking up
at your mouth with her small tongue.
You smile, removing her shirt slowly, As always, your naked form's fur
is soft, warm, and thick, and now it caresses her bare flesh as you slide
around her, kissing her more sensitive spots. She shivers and rubs into you
sensuously, her body swaying and gyrating up against yours, her tongue
sliding up into your mouth hungrily. You decide now is a good time to lose
control over the future, forget about the past, and concentrate on the
present, as your tongue spirals down from her mouth, past her nipples
(pausing, but only for a moment), past her belly button, and down toward
her sex, skipping entering it directly and instead touching between her
vaginal opening and her anus. You grin up at her, teasing, leering.
She whimpers and spreads her legs a bit wider, rubbing up into you
slowly, grinding heatedly into your face. You grin, not letting her contact
you. "Tell me just what you want from me. Exactly." You give one, just one!
single lick directly to her clitoris, and wait smugly. "Tell me, beautiful
lover." Your hands rove up and down her body as you wait.
Farwinde grins a bit and just writhes, "I want you to make me come
soo hard..."
You chuckle at the rhetoric, the silly game that you play, the ritual
of lust. "I aim to please." You dive face first into the crux of her
thighs, licking inside of her, long tongue stretching out to collect her
secretions. Your nose tickles her clit, and you lick it only gently,
wanting this to last forever...
She gasps and pushes up into you, writhing and grinding, gyrating her
hot cunt up into your lips and tongue. Suddenly, you are filled with the
knowledge of her need to come, and you push one finger inside of her, and
lap directly at her clit.
Farwinde groans and slides her hips forward, clenching around your
finger, and rubbing her hot pussy against your hand, jerking back and forth
in pleasure. You grin, and place another finger alongside the first,
evidently deciding she's not making enough noise. Farwinde whimpers
softly, not much of a noise maker actually, and pushes her hips upwards,
rubbing and spasming around your two fingers. You grin again, although that
expression of emotion never really leaves your face. Neither does her sex,
and you slide just one more finger into her, millimeter by millimeter until
it lies inside of her. "Tell me how you feel now," you grin, and then make
it difficult by attacking her clit again.
Her blue-green eyes defy you an answer. Her face and her lips contain a
smile, her body is warm and round, breasts full and more than enough for
two of your hands to cover. Indeed, as you try, you fail. Her hips flare
out from her waist into shapely thighs, begging for your touch, that you
are so happy to give to her as you are all else. Resistance of these
natural urges of your body are the last thing on your mind.
Farwinde gasps and jerks upwrds, grinding into your face hard, pushing
and rubbing her clit all over your lips. You begin slowly to pump your
fingers in and out of her sheath, twisting your tongue in circles around
her clitoris, breathing hard onto the moist flesh. Her quick stolen glance
reveals that you are gently stroking yourself with one hand as you caress
her sex. She shivers and trembles, pushing her hips down against your
mouth, groaning with passion and rising upwards into the air.
You begin to ravage her sex with your fingers, pressing in and stroking
her cervix with your long hand. Your tongue presses hard across her clit,
and allows it to spring back, tweaking the nerves in the most shockingly
pleasureable way as you alternately stroke with your tongue and suck on it,
teeth caressing the hood. She gasps and suddenly starts to jerk harder and
faster, shoving her sex against your face, as her fluid spreads out from
her cunt across your fingers and tongue. You rather brilliantly say "Mm"
and lick up what you can find, although some is lost to the hair of your
face. You don't stop at one... What reason could there be? You press on for
at least the second, and as she shivers and presses her hands down in your
hair, tangling her hands in it and stroking it, rubbing her hands all over
your face, she jerks and wirthes, pressing back and forth agianst your
face, tongue and lips.
You press your tongue furiously against her clit, almost causing her
pain with the intensity of the erotic force. You seek her pleasure single-
mindedly, tirelessly, working to push her over the crest. She plunges
downwareds over and over, pushing into your face intensely, pulling on your
hair as she orgasms again, coming hard to her climax. You spare the breath
to ask her "Again?" before returning to your task. Your hand has left off
from its own task and plays at her nipples, pinching and twisting.
Farwinde moans then jerks you up against her, and presses her hot
hips up to your cock, grinding around slowly "No, I want your hot cock
inside me." Evidently, eroticism has taken the place of witty conver-
sation, but no matter. You smile, leaving off, and climb up to lie against
her, the head of your penis sitting at the opening to her womb. You kiss
her, her taste in your mouth, and smile down at her. "Are you sure?" Your
precum makes her even wetter than she already was, as she rubs the slick
lips of her sex all around the head of your stiff member, and shivers,
nodding as she parts her lips to moan softly. She licks up at your mouth,
and rubs inside it slowly, her tongue laving your lips slowly.
You smile. "You really are hot for it, aren't you?" It's so funny,
you laer muse, how my brain always manages to take a walk around the
block just at these sorts of times. You press only the head into her,
gently stretching. You're just slightly over average for a wolverine, and
average would make most humans jealous. You wait to be sure she can take it
without pain, kissing her deeply, tasting her mouth and sharing her
orgasmic fluids with her before pressing more in. She clenches around the
swollen head of your cock tightly, before slowly sliding up against it,
clenching it securely as she rocks back and forth, pushing you within her
inch at a time.
You gasp-moan and tilt your head back, closing your eyes in exctasy,
slowly pistoning your sex into hers, gathering lubrication to slide it into
her sex in its entirety. You rub gently at her clitoris as you thrust
ever-so-gently into her, bending lithely to suckle at her nipples as you
do so.
Farwinde groans and grabs at your chest... Sliding the silky fur
between her fingers and jerking up into you as she does so. She moves back
and forth, rubbing and grinding hard and fast, sliding and tightening her
hot cunt around your cock as she pushes forward. She leans up and moans,
her back a curved arch against the bed. She pushes her face upwards and
licks around your ear and neck, sliding her mouth around it slowly.
You find yourself rendered voiceless by the sensations running the
length of your cock. You press it deeply into her, finally reaching bottom.
You feel a need to stop a moment and consider her face, so beautful that
your breath is stolen. Her neraly criminal beauty cajoles you to kiss her
before resuming your long, slow, powerful strokes at her, alternately
stretching and unraveling her under you. You clamp your lips over hers and
once again share her erotically madenning taste, delighting in the sexual
energy arcing between she and you.
Farwinde rubs and slides her tongue lithely around yours, licking and
tasting you hungrily as she pushes back and forth against you tightly. You
melodically rumble to her, voice wavering, o/"How do you want it, wonderful
lover?"\o Farwinde rumbles deeply, "Hard... Hot... Fast." She moans and
pushes onto you, jerking and writhing up, grinding her hips around in a
slow, sensuous circle.
You lick the edge of her ear and nibble at her shoulder, before
slamming into her as commanded, hard and fast. Your speed doubles, and
nearly redoubles, as you push yourself into her again, seeking her release
and staving off your own, wanting to share an orgasm with her, bliss making
it harder and harder, in all senses. Your groin fur tickles her clit each
time you grind down now, and it comes to you that you are managing
to fit all of you inside her sweet frame. She whimpers and gasps, slaming
back up into you with a ferocity you have never seen. She jerks and
clenches, tigtening spasmically around your cock before burtsting into
pleasure all around you, coming hard. You grunt under the strain of holding
your own off, wanting to keep her going, coming, thrashing forever, beneath
you, your offering to her beauty and grace. Your fur strokes along her
belly, along her face, its softness contrasting harshly yet naturally
against the hardness of your sex, thrusting in and out of her insistently,
forcing her to merely react. She writhes and moans, coming hard against
your cock, clenching and spasming around you stiflly.
You kneel between her thighs, pushing yourself all of the way into
her time and time again, touching straight up into her deepest parts. The
fur against her clit, the smooth ridges of your prick, the forceful
thrusting... All meant to give her as much pleasure from as much speed and
force as you can use without tearing her apart. Your tongue arches out to
caress her nipples, and your fingers claw oh so gently down her sides, her
thighs, all of her, touching her cheek, her breast, her shivering belly..
Farwinde cries out sharply, jerking and thrusting, her body sliding
back and forth against your thickly furred one, her hands gripping and
pulling hungrily on the hair all over your body. Her hot pussy slams up
into your prick and clenches around it, tightening further. You grunt and
your hands hold her hips tightly, giving you the best angle into her. The
heat of your penis is matching, perhaps even surpassing that of her cunt as
you hammer into her, and you stage-whisper, "I can't... hold... off...
muchhh longerrr..." Your voice rolls into a mixture of a growl and a purr,
your head going back, ears following suit, as you push into her almost
desperately, last vestiges of control slipping away. She clenches tightly
around you as your cock throbs insistantly, and she jerks up into you hard
and fast.
You manage one last "Oh Ghod" as your control falls away and you
come!, orgasm taking you over completely, and you thrust into her still
only by virtue of instinct, your semen flowing into and overflowing her
sex. You howl your pleasure, thundering into her yet harder for a moment as
your climax overtakes your mind completely, stars flying thorugh the field
of your vision. It seems to last forever... She shivers, pulling you close
after you and she both relax enough not to leap at the touch. You sigh,
feeling at one with the world, and clench her to you, still lodged between
her thighs. "Wow." Eloquent, eh? She chuckles as you blink once or twice,
then kiss her deeply, finding no better way to express yourself than that.
She mmphs happily into the kiss, as you smile, holding her head close (but
not restrictively so) to your chest, as your breathing winds down. You
caress the hair on her head, marveling at its softness. Your sex shrinks
enough to leave her, at once leaving a stain on the bedspread. She chuckles
and holds you close, as you ask her, "How do you feel?" You run your
paw-hand up and down her back, letting it rove freely along the sleekness.
She mmmms and stretches lithely.
"Grand."
You grin yet again, appearing that your face almost falls into that
naturally. "Good. Desired effect, and all that." You kiss her nose, and she
smiles and snuggles you close as your breathing returns to normal, and your
heart finally slows to something approximating safety. You hold her head
close against your chest, her breasts pressed against your belly, toes
wrestling gently with hers, tickling hers with the furry warmth surrounding
her as you try (and fail) to suppress a yawn.
"Glmpbh. Tired, Love?"
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use.
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