There she is...
#1 of There she is...
(I've been getting a lot of positive comments from everyone, wanted to say thank you and I appreciate the support and the critical reading too! This story contains sexual contact between an adult and a minor, incest and oral. If you don't like it, stop fapping, you'll get furry palms! If you already have furry palms and you're fine with that, enjoy!)
There she is...
Alex glanced at the clock on his desk, looking up from a second page of functions. Eight thirty. As a junior in highschool, Alex knew he'd be at it for hours still. He leaned back in his cheap swivel chair, closing his eyes, muzzle rising toward the ceiling. Sprawled out, Alex's pure white stomach fur shone in the light of his lamp, disappearing under the waistline of fraying, incredibly soft old jeans.
Years of running track meant the vulpine was lean with just enough definition to him to avoid being scrawny. Alex rubbed his stomach, feeling it growl in response and he glanced at the clock. Eight Forty-five...Alex grinned to himself, feeling the heat rise under his fur. If he went down to the corner store for a snack, he could wander back just in time.
A moment's indecision was his only pause, functions couldn't compete with food...and especially not with food and a show. The young fox grabbed a dark zippered sweatshirt and pulled it on over his ginger fur, glancing at his lean form in the mirror. Cool eyes, blue like a winter dawn looked him over from the mirror, from his large hindpaws, tough from years of pounding the pavement, up toned legs to a firm round ass, his bushy white tipped tail falling to the back of his knees, Alex nodded at his reflection. "not bad." He said, confident in the safety of his own room.
Alex padded downstairs, avoiding the living room so his father couldn't ask where he was going, taking the back door out of his house and hopping the fence to get around front to the sidewalk. The nimble fox reached into his pocket and checked the time, grinning to himself.
Eight fifty.
Alex would have to get food after the show, but he wasn't complaining as he jogged up the street toward the corner store...he took a sharp turn up a driveway and leapt another fence. This time he had to be quiet and careful, picking his way across a lawn till he could leap the back of that fence, finally landing on the old dirt path that ran through the small woods of his residential area. Alex sometimes ran this path when he couldn't sleep...it had been one such night when he'd found his show.
Alex paced two houses up and looked at the large victorian just past the tree-line. The lower floor's lights were dark with the soft blue glow of a television, but one of the windows upstairs was lit softly, like the owner enjoyed candlelight better than electric. Almost as if Alex showing up was her cue, she came to the window and lifted it wide open, letting the soft sounds of Massive Attack slip out to Alex's ears. He had a perfect view into her room decorated in soft tones.
"There she is..." Alex said softly, hugging the tree next to him, the rough bark mussing his fur a little, but he wasn't paying attention to the tree. Alessa Frasier, the most beautiful fur Alex had ever seen. The seventeen year old white tigress was a senior who captained the gymnastics team. She was tall for a girl, slender but with lean strength, full c-cup breasts and slender hips, a tight, sweet ass just perfect for bending over, legs that went on for days...she stood at her window and leaned against the frame, wearing a babydoll tank with "princess" lettered in gold on a dark blue background. The black and grey stripes that slices through perfect white fur seemed to cut at the cute little top barely containing handfuls of sexy tigress breast. Her stomach was bare, lean and toned, and she wore a pair of dark blue boyshort panties, her legs crossed just a bit as she looked out into the woods with a slightly wistful look in her deep emerald eyes.
Alex's jeans were suddenly tight. God she was perfect...a goddess in her own right.
Ali glanced down at the book she'd put down, Edward and Bella had just kissed...so romantic. She reached down and grabbed her fur brush and sat down on the sill, one leg bent and her foot up on the window sill. She started by brushing out her arms slowly, studying the woods while she worked, slender limbs tingling under the touch of her brush. She moved upward, headfur and neck to shoulders, she slid the straps of her babydoll off her shoulders and down, following them with the brush, her broad shoulders a blessing for a girl so well endowed. Ali pulled the babydoll down farther, exposing her chest to the cool night air and she slid her fingers around them, squeezing and lifting, teasing perky, heavy breasts. She imagined some handsome vampire sliding through the woods and leaping to her window with effortless power. The fantasy made Ali's back arch, thrusting her chest outward...she continued to use her brush as if she were teasing a lover now, brushing down her tight stomach, sliding the handle between her thighs with a small murr.
Alex couldn't believe it, pressing himself tight to the tree, drinking in her perfection. He watched her dig fingers under the hem of her panties and lift her hips, pulling them off and tossing them into the room.
Ali spread her thighs with a warm sigh, leaning back farther against the sill, her fingers sliding down her taut tummy, through fur down carefully tended, puffy lips, the transition from fur to skin making her muzzle part with a happy moan...she deliberately picked up her brush again, teasing herself as she slowly brushed out the fur of one long leg, then the other, letting her paw fall on the outside of the window sill, baring her inner thigh to unknown eyes.
Alex's pants were damp with pre, his hips grinding against the tree slowly as he watched...
"Alessa!!"
The tigress' head turned toward her room when the call floated to them both. She instantly pushed to her feet, her sweet ass working smoothly as she bent over the bed. "Coming Daddy!" she called, blowing out candles. She stepped up to the window and looked out again as she closed it...she caught the soft gleam of eyes near a tree...Alessa couldn't help the small quirk of her lips as she locked the window and stalked into her house.
Alex groaned out his breath, softly cursing his bad luck...that had been so hot! He couldn't believe how lucky he'd actually been!!
Alessa didn't bother to put anything on, she padded downstairs to her father's office, dropping her chin meekly as she thrust her chest out, correcting her posture to something Daddy would like. She did it without thinking, long engrained habit ever since she'd turned twelve and Daddy had started teaching her what her family role was.
In his mid-forties, Mr. Eric Frasier was built like the predator he was. A broad, powerful chest over rock hard abs, his heavily muscled arms ending in strong paws...he took a drink from an amber filled glass, watching his beautiful daughter step into the office, the soft glow of his computer screen making her perfect white fur seem almost ghostly. The proposal on his screen was half finished and he beckoned to his daughter casually.
"Hi Daddy, how's your work coming?" she asked, coming to the back of his chair and leaning down to knead his powerful shoulders and neck slowly.
"Good. Finish your homework, girl?" he answered, relaxing into his daughter's tender mercies...she was definitely getting good with her hands.
"Yes Daddy. Can I help you relax a little?" she asked, so well taught that she was eager to please. At his affirming growl, she slid her paws down his chest, pressing her delicious breasts against his neck. She nibbled softly on her powerful daddy's ear, teasing him a little at first...she came around the chair with the grace and beauty of a stripper, sliding down his chest from the front this time, till she knelt before him.
Ali unzipped and pulled her father's pants off his hips, helping him shed both pants and briefs. She nuzzled his heavy, delicate balls, murring softly for her father, slowly bathing his package with her tongue, sucking his balls into her mouth and looking up at her Daddy, smiling with her eyes as she purred deep in her chest, sliding her tongue up the fur of his sheathe.
Eric murred as the tip of his heavy, fat cock slid from his sheathe and his daughter pounced. Such an adorable little kitten as she sucked her father's meat into her maw, loving it with her tongue and drinking pre like she was dying of thirst.
Alessa's heavy breasts pressed against his thighs while she pushed her tongue slowly into his sheathe, the slightly rough texture on something so sensitive making her father shiver. As long as she licked slowly she would get more and more of his cock filling her muzzle.
Eric was well endowed, even for a tiger his size, and Alessa had been practicing for a long time to please every inch. She barely hesitated when he grew too long for her mouth and pushed down her throat, stretching her neck visibly with the two and a half thick, ten inch long shaft, his thick, softly barbed head adding another half inch to that, searching deep in her throat.
Alessa looked up at her father as he cut off her air, meeting his eyes as she bobbed slowly up and down on his fat cock. She popped off his length to lick it long and slow. "Daddy, cum for me?" she begged softly, knowing exactly what he liked to hear. She murred softly as she nibbled on the side of his cock, her father reaching up to rub one of her ears.
"Good girl, and maybe if you earn it." He told her, grinning toothily. Alessa pouted but she dove onto her father's hot, fat cock, sucking and swallowing every inch she could.
She slid off his length and came up on her knees a little higher. She pressed her breasts together, sliding the silken soft passage made of her fur down on his wet shaft...the tip and two inches went into her mouth as Alessa tit-fucked her father's hard cock, treating him like she would her god.
Eric groaned softly as his daughter worshipped him, using her sweet little body to pleasure her father, just like a good daughter should. He slid his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down as far as he could, growling softly as he filled her maw with ropes of musky cum.
Alessa had to swallow twice before she got her last mouthful. She held onto that, carefully licking the last drop or two off her father's cock...she looked up at him and opened her mouth, showing him her prize, swallowing when she got permission. "Thank you, Daddy." She said, grinning softly and rising to her paws. Alessa kissed her father's cheek. "Goodnight, Daddy!" she yelped when he slapped her ass lightly, though not with displeasure, she dashed upstairs, blushing.
Ali fell onto her bed with a sigh, feeling the heat spread through her body...she loved servicing Daddy, but...she wanted more than that. She thought about the book on her nightstand and closed her eyes, remembering the glitter of a watcher out in the woods.
(Go for part 2! you know you want the Yiff!!)