FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I remembered when my husband would look at me with a fire in his eyes. I remembered a time when we were hopelessly in lust, a time where a flash of white fur or a soft, sultry purr would be all it took to have him hauling up my skirt, his breath on my neck and hands up my shirt. Our's was a wellspring of passion that I thought would never run dry, but... maybe we were just too old, now. Or maybe... I was.

That last thought stopped me dead, and I dwelled on it longer than I'd care to admit, standing there in the shadowed hall that led from our bedroom to the kitchen and living room. No, I thought, fingering the collar of my robe. Forty wasn't that old... was it?

Worrying my bottom lip with one fang, I padded the rest of the way down the hall, following the scent of my husband mixed with the earthy aroma of morning coffee. I stopped just shy of the archway that led into the kitchen, listening to the crinkle of newspaper and the constant buzz-buzz of his ever-present cellphone on the table.

No, I thought, fingering apart the loose knot which held my short white robe together. Soft silk sighed open across the white fur of my ample chest, exposing generous curves ripened by time and motherhood. I may not have had the same "perkiness" I had when I was a young kitten, but mine was a woman's body, supple and plump and toned by moderate exercise. With as much alone time as I had, yoga classes helped to fill-out my empty days.

Bare but for the robe that hung to my thighs and the snug, white cotton panties I wore beneath, I slinked around the corner and smirked impishly at my husband, who was glancing furtively between his phone and the folded over paper he held in his off-hand.

"Morning dear," he murmured into his coffee, frowning at something he was reading.

Like me, he was a tiger, and like me, he'd changed. No longer the young tom he once was, the sharp edges of his stripes had grown fuzzy, his eyes darker, deeper, his middle rounder- but I loved him still, and when the mood took him, he was more than enough to satisfy my inner kitty. But as of late, those moods had come less and less, and so had I.

I lingered in the doorway for a moment, then five, waiting for him to look up, to see my nearly-naked body painted in the light of the rising sun, to see his jaw drop and the fire come alive in his eyes... but his attention remained divided, with no remainder left for me.

Feeling suddenly foolish and maybe a little desperate, I tied shut my robe and moved to fetch myself a cup of coffee. Just stress, I told myself. Work. I knew what it was like for him, how the long days could stretch one's nights and days into a bureaucratic blur of meetings and paperwork and conference calls... but, we already had everything we could ever want, and our daughter had grown and gone.

What was the point? I thought, pouring in cream and sugar, swirling it around with a claw tip. I found myself longing for the times when we'd been young and 'poor', counterfeit bohemians living in a studio apartment paid for by our parents.

_Didn't we have enough? _An idle part of my mind floated the idea of putting myself back into the workforce, but money was not an issue, and never had been, not even when I'd shelved my career to raise our daughter. I'd just be getting a job for something to do, to... keep myself busy making money, when really, all I wanted was to enjoy what remained of my best years.

I nursed the sweet coffee from my claw and turned to look at my husband, who's brow had fallen in, creasing the small stripes on his forehead into a jumbled, angry pattern.

"Work?" I asked, tail twisting around between my ankles.

"Work." He echoed, tossing his paper on the table to rake his paw through his short black hair. It was kept tidy in that professionally unremarkable way that middle-aged white collar men cut their hair, somehow stylish and forgettable.

"I remember how it can get," I purred, crossing the short distance between us. I sat on the edge of the table, my thigh brushing aside his phone, fingering a stray bit of his black hair. "Perhaps you just need to take your mind off of work for a short while." Lifting the leg draped off the side of the table, I planted my foot high on his thigh and pressed with my toes, kneading the lump of muscle just south of the lump I was really after.

The angry furrow on his face dissolved along with the tension that had gathered in his neck and shoulders, a sigh of a purr drifting from his lips as he fell back into his chair. His eyes looked at me more directly now, first at my face, and then at the valley of creamy white cleavage framed by the loose collar of my robe.

"Maybe you're right," he breathed, his hips shifting. The growing girth of his rising shaft rose beneath my toes and I felt a surge of fire within my stomach, my inner walls clenching with anticipation. Breathing faster now, I became acutely aware of the soft silk dragging across my hardening nipples with every exhalation. Maybe I was desperate if just the thought of a pre-work quickie was enough to get me so hot and bothered, but I wanted this, needed it.

I saw my husband's nostrils flare as he caught the cinnamon-sweet scent of my budding arousal, his own, muskier scent rising in response. Paws pushed my robe aside and ventured beneath, claw tips combing up my legs, encircling my wide hips, fingers curling around the waistband of my underwear.His claws strummed the elastic and I found myself hoping he'd sheer them right off, picturing that in my mind, my pussy growing slick and ready to be stretched wide by-

The chirping honk of a Japanese sedan stilled my husband's fingers and he blinked, as if snapping out of a daze, and glanced at the clock on the spotless stove. That angry pattern returned to his brow and he stood, hands dropping free of my body.

"That would be Stephen," he muttered, a sour grimace on his face.

"Stephen?" I asked, mind reeling from the sudden stop. "From work?"

"Yes." He looked back at me and then smoothed out my robe, covering my shapely thighs with silk. "The company wanted to do a test run of a new green initiative, carpooling, and I volunteered for it." He grabbed his phone, glanced at it, and shoved it into his pocket. Taking one last sip of coffee, he put the cup down on the edge of the table and said, "I'll call, if I'm going to be working late."

You always call, I thought. _Because you're always late. _Hiding my displeasure behind a neutral mask, I turned my head to receive his parting kiss, then watched him walk away, leaving me alone to sit and stew with my latest frustration.

---

Six o'clock came and went, along with my hope that this time, things would be different, that this time, he'd be home on time. Not too long ago, a year, maybe more, I would have felt a sense of disappointment. But now... the only thing I felt was a determination not to waste my time waiting, not one second longer. I wasn't young, not anymore, but I was in the prime of my life and I was going to enjoy it with or without my husband.

I traded blouse and skirt for a black bikini with orange trim, cut modestly enough for a mature woman, but boldly enough to show off her full figure. It was something I'd picked up for a vacation we'd never gone on, something stashed away in the back of my closet, something that was supposed to take my husband's breath away.

And here I was, wearing it for a dip in our hot tub, my only company a bottle of rich red wine.

Truth be told, I wasn't even sure why I bothered with the suit. The ten-foot privacy fence that ran all around the back of our slice of suburbia meant we- I had free reign, as only our nextdoor neighbors could see over the fence, and then only from a few windows on their second stories. One house was vacant, pending sale, and the Hendersons, who lived in the other home, had left on some cruise or... something.

I sighed, thinking of Matthew and Martha Henderson. Like myself and my husband, they were a pair of middle-aged feline professionals, cougars. Like us, they'd had a single cub who's name escaped me- something with a D, I thought. However, unlike us, the two had always made time for each other, and now that their son was out of high school, they were off gallivanting around the world.

Thinking of them was enough to make me drink, and so I did, downing half a glass wine in short order. I envied them, her, especially. Matthew was an office cat just like my husband, but he somehow found time for his wife _and _a gym membership. I wasn't sure if it was weights or swimming or both, but he'd kept himself superbly masculine well into middle-age and had never lost his young, rakish smile.

Once or twice I'd come over for mid-day mimosas with Martha, only for Matthew to answer the door in his workout gear. I could still remember the first time he'd done it, his buff, white and tan body bare but for a set of black and red shorts that had less wiggle-room than a binding contract, his rigid chest and stomach covered with a fine sheen of musky sweat...

I let out a frustrated groan as my insides trembled and clenched at that picture of feline perfection, that beautiful tom. I loved my husband, really I did- _but... _there was nothing wrong with looking, was there? Fantasizing? I shifted in my seat, suddenly very aware of the way the hard plastic buzzed beneath my thighs, the bubbles rippling past my legs, the waves of warm, wet heat moving all around me. My pussy ached to be taken, to be touched, and in the absence of my husband...

Setting my wine glass down, I swept my eyes up and down the length of the backyard, the privacy fencing. Through the slats I saw slivers of fading sunshine and dim greens, but I couldn't see, or hear anyone else. Still I hesitated, my fingers lingering on the lip of the tub. What _if _Matthew was watching me through the fence? I let my mind play with that idle fantasy, painting a picture of his body wet and shining from a swim in his pool, his paw down the front of his trunks, stroking himself as he watched me play with my pussy...

My hand slipped soundlessly into the water and I let my legs fall open, my back and shoulders slump. I closed my eyes, shutting out all thoughts of anything but that fantasy of being caught. I let out a wavery little breath and bit my lip as my fingers brushed my folds through the thin, stretchy fabric of my bikini bottom. Faint tingles of electric lust followed in the wake of my fingers and grew with the steady hum of the tub beneath my bottom, my tail thrashing restlessly.

Wet, and not just from the water, I peeled my bikini to the side and cooed with delight as my fingers eased up my hood and kissed my clit, my belly flexing in response. By degrees, by the soft stroke of my fingers, the fantasy changed- he wasn't just watching, now. Matthew had decided to join me, walking in through the side gate with his cock in his paw and his shorts nowhere to be seen. Feeling guilty and thrilled inspite of it, or maybe because of it, I imagined him easing into the warm waters beside me, bold and hungry, his hand replacing my hand, his fingers slowly curling inside me, stretching, searching, preparing me for what was to come.

Softly spoken obscenities flowed from my lips, lost beneath the mechanical thrum and burbling bubbles. I was deep in myself now, sawing my fingers in and out of my slit as my thumb ran circles around my little pink button. The alcohol and the heat, inside and out, had my head swimming, the pleasure building, the fingers of my off-hand clutching at the rim of the tub. My claws came out and scratched the stone patio, back arching, hips wriggling into the frantic, furtive motion of my fingers. I was close, so achingly, mind-numbingly close to climax, whispering the name of man not my husband, imagining his bare cock spreading me open, the hard planes of his body smashing into mine...

I'd all but melted into the tub when a sharp splash broke the air, shattering both my fantasy and the illusion of privacy. I yanked my fingers free of my pussy with a muttered curse, blushing like I hadn't in years, hurriedly pulling my bottom back over my swollen, sensitive lips. The sound of water had been close, close enough that I was almost certain it had to have come from the Henderson's- but they weren't back... were they?

I should have gone back inside, gone up to my bedroom and found the black vibrator hidden away at the bottom of a drawer beneath my winter clothes. I should have walked away, especially in the state I was in, soaking wet and smelling of sex- but instead, I heaved myself up out of the water as quietly as I could and went tiptoeing up to the fence between our house and the Henderson's, moving with all the silent grace of a tigress on the prowl.

They were my neighbors, if someone was trespassing, they'd want me to check on things. That was what I told myself, over and over. I wasn't hoping that they'd come back, wasn't hoping to get a good look at Matthew in his swimwear, for a fresh memory of him and his scent to hold in my mind as I fucked my pussy raw with a surrogate cock...

Hands braced on the fence, I bent forward, peering sideways through open space between the slats. Moving back and forth, my claws leaving restless furrows in the grassy earth, I searched the pool for him, ears erect, flickering, waiting. I couldn't hear anything now, couldn't see anything, but still, I waited, sniffing at the scent of chlorine carried on the summer breeze.

He broke the surface glassy surface of the pool with a heaving lunge, his tawny back to me, fur shining, glittering gold in the sunlight. Muscle layered upon muscle, sculpted but compact, not bulky like a body builder's, rose up along his back and shoulders as he braced himself on the edge of the pool. For a fleeting second I thought he was naked and the fire inside surged, but then he bobbed up and I saw black trunks slung low on his narrow hips, tail hanging over the waist. Matthew didn't _normally _wear his trunks like that, but God, I wasn't complaining.

I fought the urge to touch myself and lost, dropping a hand between my thighs to rub at my pussy through the soft, stretchy fabric of my bikini bottom. It was wet with more than just water now, warm with my nectar, sticking to my flesh. I felt it every time I moved my hips, riding up my slit, dragging across my raised little button. He wasn't a tiger, but... for that handsome cat, mm, I'd be willing to stray outside my 'type'.

You shouldn't be doing this, I thought, and I knew it was true. I shouldn't have been staring at my friend's husband, my finger tucked between my trembling thighs, shouldn't have been wondering what it would be like to have him jump the fence, pull my bottom down and fuck me right there, hard and bare, pumping away until he filled my belly up with cougar cum... I shouldn't have been, but I couldn't stop.

Shame and guilt failed to even slow my fingers, no, they served only as spice which made my dirty daydream all the sweeter. I'd torn four furrows down the fence with my clutching, shaking paw in the short minute I'd been watching him, my legs trembling, mind racing, when 'Matthew' turned around.

My fingers stopped dead and I gaped, and not just because I got a look at his broad, sandy chest, or the contours of the muscular V that lead down his toned tummy into the waist of his low, black, bulging swimsuit. No, I was gaping because that wasn't Matthew.

_It was his son. _

Unaware, the handsome tom drew an arm up and swept his wet, blonde bangs away from his eyes, the motion making his chest and shoulders ripple. How had I not seen it earlier? _He was almost the spitting image of Matthew, but his body was subtly slimmer, softer, not quite as filled out or as sharp around the edges as his father's. _And young enough to be your son, I reminded myself- but that detail seemed less and less important as I watched him bob up and down in the shimmering water.

I kept telling myself I couldn't, all the reasons why I shouldn't be feeling the way I did, thinking of that young tom, my finger stirring, swirling around my clit, casting up sparks of pleasure._ What would I even do? What would I say? _I'd known him since he had training wheels on his bike, for God's sake. And if I couldn't even get my husband into bed anymore, why would such a built, beautiful boy even give me a second glance?

That last thought stilled my fingers and soured my mood. I sighed, taking one last look at boy next door. If I couldn't have him, then, at least, maybe, the thought of him would be enough. That and the rest of my wine. I stood upright without thinking and my bikini bottom, already bunched up and askew, formed a taut band that dug right down the center of my slit. The sudden, wonderful surge hot, unexpected friction bearing down on my pussy made me clench and sent a shivering wave crashing through my belly, driving a startled gasp from my lips.

Water splashed and a voice at once familiar, but somehow different, called out, "Is someone there?"

Oh no, no no no, _I thought, my face flush, heart thundering. The young Adonis, who's name I _still couldn't remember had turned his attention to the fence and was wading across the pool toward me, and he must have caught a glimpse of tiger stripes because he stopped halfway there and called, "Miss Mayes?"

I froze mid-turn, grateful that my long leg blocked his view of anything south of my waist. He was far enough away that he couldn't, wouldn't pick out the cinnamon scent of my arousal over that of chemical smell of pool water... I hoped. Clearing my throat, I turned my shoulders, but not my hips, forcing a polite smile on my lips. Years of faux ambivalence in busy offices full of impossibly stupid people had prepared me well.

"Yes? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just thought I'd heard someone, and thought your parents might have come home early."

He laughed, and swam a little closer to the fence. "No, just me. Got the house all to myself while they're away. Figured I'd go for a midday swim," he said, grinning, and then his eyes strayed down the length of my body, fast enough not to leer, but slowly enough that I noticed, and my tummy tensed. "Seems like you had the same idea."

I laughed in response and waved a paw, looking down at myself. "Just a little soak in the hot tub. When you get to be my age, a little warm water does wonders for your body."

When I looked up again, I found him at the pool's edge, his well-rounded arms hooked over the rough concrete. If it weren't for the fence between us, he'd be almost at my feet. "Your age?" he asked, tone incredulous, chiding, his eyes wandering once more, dwelling on the few curves concealed by my black bikini, tracing the stripes cutting across my lengthy legs and round hips. Part of me wanted to reach through the fence and dunk him under the water for eyeing me the way he did, but another part of me was more than a little flattered, and maybe even... intrigued.

Then again, I reminded myself, boys his age, eighteen year olds fresh out of high school... what wouldn't get them going?

"My parents never sprang for a tub," he said. "I'm not even sure we'd have room to squeeze one in, but I always wanted to try one out. They always looked pretty fun in the movies."

I paused, wondering just what kind of movies he was watching, then chuckled. "Well, maybe sometime you could come over and use our tub, and I could use your pool."

He rocked back a little in the water, eyes widening a little around the edges, then he surged up from the pool on his elbows, water cascading off his body. Now closer than ever before, I had new appreciation for just how much he'd grown and matured, for the way his muscles painted the perfect picture youthful virility. The last time I'd had a look at a high school stud in nothing but his shorts had been just after prom- too long ago, I decided at once, and I felt my smile falter, my face flush as I met his eyes.

Had he caught me staring?

"Well," he lifted a paw and rubbed at a strong shoulder, no doubt sculpted by hours of exercise. "I did kind of overdo it the other day. Maybe a soak would help me loosen up."

I looked back at the still bubbling tub, if for no reason than to take my eyes off of him, shifting from one foot to the next. "Sure," I said, and before I could finish the sentence, the cougar had jumped up and caught the edge of the fence. I spun my back to him, hurriedly smoothing out my bikini bottom just as he crested and landed with a soft thud all of a foot behind me. His presence, his proximity was a pressure, and I sensed, felt the weight of his eyes combing across my back. The strident smell of chlorine all but swallowed up his scent, and I wondered if, hoped, it did the same for my own.

He broke the silence before I did. "Thanks for inviting me over, Miss Mayes."

"Call me Janice," I said, trying to sound casual, willing my tail into stillness. His name finally came to me just then, and I hurriedly added, "Daniel."

He laughed, then said, "OK. Janice- wow, it feels weird calling you by your first name. My mom would slap me if she heard me calling you that." Close enough now that I could feel his warm breath teasing at the back of my wet neck, I thought of him taking my scruff, of holding me there with his teeth as his young, curious hands stripped away my bikini, his body bearing me down to the grass...

_I'm certain she'd slap me, too, _I thought. I turned to look at him, and though he tried to be discrete, I caught the way his eyes flicked to the creamy white rise of my breasts, squashed together by a black top that was cut a touch too aggressively for most women my age.

A little giddy and fighting back a grin, I laughed. "Well, your mom isn't here, so you may call me whatever you'd like. When will they be back, anyways?" I asked, turning to walk to the tub, putting maybe just a touch more sway into my step than was appropriate, all things considered. I sensed, or maybe imagined, his eyes following the back and forth of my plump behind, the serpentine counter-sway of my striped tail.

Is he getting hard? I chastised myself for the thought even before I'd finished it, not daring to look back. God, Janice, keep it together. You're drooling over him like you're a teenager yourself. As soon as this is over, he'll go back to his parent's house, and you probably won't even talk to him for the rest of the summer.

But still... there was nothing wrong with looking, was there?

He offered me his hand as we mounted the porch and even though it was completely unnecessary, I took it with a gracious nod, and continued holding his hand in mine as I lowered myself down into the steaming waters. I let go as I settled in and looked back up over my shoulder at him, gazing up the sheer surface of his stomach and up at the craggy rise of his chest. My muzzle was just a little higher than his knees, and as close as he was, it was almost impossible not to notice the way his... anatomy filled out his trunks, or the faint whiff of teenage testosterone that tickled at my nose.

Daniel looked down at me, meeting my eyes, then looking past them, using his angle to look straight down into my top. The fat bulge beneath his trunks surged with excitement and I, being the mature, polite woman that I am, most definitely did not stare straight at it.

He came down into the water a moment later, his trunks, left untied ( I'd noticed when I wasn't looking ), sagging sideways across his hips, exposing a little more of those intriguing contours that led from his waist to his... package. He looked at me, then around the tub, and settled on the other side, sitting with his arms out along the rim. I held mine beneath the water, my paws in my lap, and if my upper arms happened to push my chest out against my top... the effect was purely coincidental.

"How's it feel?" I asked, considering more wine, and deciding against. The waters were rekindling the feelings from earlier, or, perhaps, fueling the ones I was feeling now, heat swirling around skin already made sensitive by my fingers and sex-starved libido. The absolute last thing I needed was more alcohol and lower inhibitions.

He shifted a little in the tub, slouching down into the water. "Pretty good," he said, a little purr creeping up into his voice. It made me shiver. "No wonder why you're out here so much."

_No wonder why you're out here so much... _it was a tiny slip, but a lawyer has an eye ( or ear ) for details and my mind seized on his words, turning them over. _Had he been watching me? _I thought of the upstairs window on the Henderson's house, wondering if it was his window, wondering if the teenage tom had been watching me before he'd come out for his swim, or days before then. How many times had I taken off my top in the tub to bask in the sunlight? How many times had my husband and I gotten a little too drunk and amorous on a warm summer's night?

I looked at Daniel and pictured him leaning against the wall by his window, peering through the curtains as he jacked himself off, watching me, wanting me. I laughed, but beneath the water I was squirming, and I almost reached without thinking for the hot, throbbing ache between my thighs.

Emboldened by that thought and my own burning arousal, I reached out, brushing my fingers down his arm, tracing the curvature of his bicep. "You look like you spend a lot of time in the water yourself," I said, in no particular hurry to move my hand away.

He looked at my paw, then at me, and his hand found mine once more, coaxing it from his arm to his toned chest. There was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the humming burble of the tub as I combed my fingers across a body made hard by exercise, but supple with youth.

"I practically live in it," he murmured, his voice as simmering hot as the water around us. "And if you wanna know a secret... I don't even wear swimsuit whenever my parents aren't home."

"Well, they aren't home now." My lips must have been loosened by the wine or libido, because what started as a thought became words that, once spoken, could never be taken back.

He rocked back in the tub as if taken off-guard by a sudden gust then looked at me, his paw still over mine, holding it to his chest. For a moment I thought that I'd just made a fool of myself, that I'd be the talk of the neighborhood, the silly old woman who had hit on her neighbor's son... but that creeping dread slipped away when I realized I could feel his heartbeat, wild and furious, and my eyes widened.

Daniel must have realized it too, because he dropped my hand away from his chest and I swear I saw him blush, if only a little. Taking a breath as if he was about to dive into the deep end, he rose from his seat, raised his hands to his waist, and tugged his sagging swim shorts down around his thighs. Staring as discretely as I could, I gawked at inches and inches of pink, plump , not-quite-hard cock hung across a hefty sand-colored sack, every bit of him a match for my husband- if not bigger.

After a moment, he settled back down in the water and I just sat there, reeling as he shimmied free of his shorts and tossed them onto the patio with a wet thump. Slowly, a coy, challenging smirk curled across his muzzle, an eyebrow raised, as if to say, well?

Though my bikini was far from modest and though I had the sneaking suspicion that the young cougar had already seen me topless, at the very least, I couldn't help but squirm under his scrutiny as I rose from the water, standing in front of him. How long had it been since I'd taken my clothes off in front of a stranger, in front of a man not my husband? It almost felt like high school all over again, like that very first time I revealed myself in that most intimate way to the eyes of a wanting male; scared yet thrilled by his appraising eyes. Of course, I was thicker, now, heavier, more mature, I told myself.

Deep breaths, I thought as I took bottom edge of my bikini top in my paws, casually looking away from him and ignoring the burning in my cheeks and tugged it up. My fat, creamy white breasts flopped free one at a time, rippling, my wet, hard nipples tingling in the open air. I kept on not looking at him as I tossed my top into the grass and hooked my thumbs around the waist of my bottom, bending toward him, my tits practically hanging in his face. The pressure of his gaze. fierce and hungry made me giddy, made me feel wanted, made me keep going when I really should have stopped.

Writhing my luscious hips side to side, I bared my slit to the stud sitting across the tub. Daniel sucked in a breath through his teeth, seething with desire, the intensity of it making his eyes sharp as knives. I sat back on the edge of the tub as I rolled the little straps down the length of my legs, my thighs parting as lifted one foot, then the other, letting it the garment bubble up to the surface. Daniel made no effort to hide the way he drank me in, consumed the sight of my body, and I basked in the fiery intensity of his attention, my body boiling with a heat that made the simmering tub feel like ice water by comparison.

"MIss Mayes," he said, almost growling as he stood from his seat. The water slid away from his waist like a sheet, revealing a cock so full and thick and hard that it had to hurt. He moved and sat beside me, his arm closing around my shoulders, rapidly sliding to my waist, his paw coming to a stop with his fingers fanned across my plush, striped bottom. He pivoted my hips toward him and I didn't resist, raising a hand to brace myself on his long, strong shoulder.

"Daniel," I purred back at him, realizing only then the sheer potency of the scents in the air around us, that smothering musk rises up around two people when the clothes come off amplified by the steaming vapors rising from the water. My paw slipped from his shoulder, my fingers pressing into the steely slab that was his pec.

"Could we go inside?" He asked. So we can fuck. That part of the request was unspoken, but more than implied by the clawed paw kneading at my behind, by the fat, dribbling cock towering up between his thighs.

Yes! _I thought, body and mind screaming in unison for the touch of his paws, for the sensation of a cock stretching my hungry hole wide. He had to know just how wet I was, how ready. He looked down the length of my body, his eyes lingering on one dark, pink nipple. _Touch it, I thought. _Suck on it like the kitten you are and fill me up with that young cock. _

The simple truth was that if he acted without asking, I wouldn't have stopped him. If he'd rolled me over right there and began pounding me against the edge of the tub, scruffed me, grabbed my breasts as he pummeled my pussy raw- I would have only screamed and begged for more. But as tenuous as my grasp upon it was, I still held control.

"Maybe," I purred, as if I hadn't already decided, my hand meandering down slopes of sinewy muscle, sliding down his stomach, fingers lingering near his navel. My wrist brushed his fat, swollen mushroom and we gasped in unison as it twitched and spat a bead of milky white down the underside of his cock. Struck by a sudden impulse, I gathered it up with one long, slow stroke of a single finger and brought it to my lips, looking him in the eyes as I tongued it into my muzzle and swallowed. The taste, tangy, but not unpleasant, was almost... sweet.

Daniel's hand squeezed my rump, his eyes bulging, his claws slipping free and spurring through my fur. I tried not to giggle and drew in a deep breath, breasts heaving as I writhed, shifting my weight into that grasping paw.

"That was fucking hot," he said, just a little breathless.

Damn right it was, I thought, a smug smile curling across my muzzle. I was playing calm, cool, and collected, and yet, I wanted nothing more than to hop into his lap and ride his cougar cock until were both coming and screaming in feral ecstasy. But as old as I was, and experienced as I was, I knew that if I jumped on him now the poor boy would pop almost as soon as he was inside me...

And that just wouldn't do.

I stood and turned toward him, putting my paws on his shoulders. With him perched on the lip of the tub, it put his head at even height with my breasts- something that wasn't lost on him. Both his paws rose up and took hold of me, cradling my curves with kneading fingers and warm palms. I brought my head back and moaned, biting my lip, my pussy clenching as his thumbs began to strum and roll my pink, pert nipples.

"Suck them," I ordered through my teeth, and he obeyed, bowing his head to pull one into his hot and hungry lips. My teeth flashed and my claws came out, raking up his shoulder blades as his tongue, his wonderfully rough tongue, swirled around the nipple he nursed upon.

Bringing my tail up between my thighs, I pressed the tip of it to the cleft where his balls met and dragged it right to the base of his cock, then up it, stroking with fur made hot and heavy with water. I was at once rewarded with a groan that made his muzzle buzz around my breast and a sudden squeeze of his rubbing paws- God, they were strong.

Shifting my paws back until my palms rested against his collarbone, I pushed him away; I really had to shove him back, his head craning to keep his lips on me until he no longer could, his body flexing beneath my fingers, almost fighting against me. He looked at me with wide eyes, like he was frightened he'd done something wrong and blew his big chance, and then he saw my face, flush, saw my chest almost rippling with the force of my rapid panting, and he gaped at me.

I held the entirety of his attention as I fell to my knees in front of him, his eyes so open you'd think he was a deer caught in the path of a locomotive- but they weren't full of terror. They were the astonished eyes of a boy about to receive everything he wanted, and more.

"Miss Mayes," he murmured as I settled on my knees and took his cock fully into my grasp for the first time, his legs jerking, kicking up a little water. The smell of him was unbelievably thick now, and I drank it in as I stroked him and nuzzled my way up his thigh. He felt every bit as big as he looked, if not more, from the fat balls in his tawny sack to the sheer girthy weight of his shaft. I tried, but no matter how hard I squeezed I just couldn't close my thumb and forefinger around him, and I knew that by the time I was done with, my jaw would be aching... and, hopefully something else, as well.

"Daniel," I whispered, my mouth so close to his balls that my breath washed out across them. He shivered and reached out, taking the back of my head into his paw, tangling his fingers in my hair. The young cougar began to urge me forward then stopped, staring down his chest at me, his eyes brimming with anticipation.

"Yes, Miss Mayes?" he asked, fingers massaging my scalp with the tips of his claws.

"Have you ever had your cock sucked before?" A stud like him? I already knew the answer. I just wanted to make him squirm. I bowed my head forward, just enough to skirt his drooling tip with my full black lips, smearing them with more of that tangy milk. Leaning back again, I cleaned them with a reflexive swipe of my tongue and felt his cock leap within my paw at the sight.

"Y-Yes," he gasped, rocking his hips, unable to sit still, the water rippling around his pumping thighs and lapping at my breasts.

"Would you like me to suck your's?" I asked, leaning in once more so that the tip rested against my bottom lip. I met his gaze again, staring him down with smoldering bedroom eyes as I feathered my tongue up his length and flicked it across his glans. He groaned at once, trying to urge my head forward, for me to swallow him up, but I resisted, jerking him off, teasing him with short, loose motions of my fist.

"Fuck, please," he all but hissed, lips peeled back across his teeth, his handsome, almost pretty face split in a grimace.

"I adore good manners," I murmured back. Adjusting my posture just a little, I braced my other paw against his thigh and leaned in, swallowing the fat head of his cock in one smooth stroke. His body bowed as if someone had hit him across the stomach with a baseball bat, and rather than fight against it, I let his quivering hand shove my muzzle straight down his shaft.

He was much, much too big to take right into my throat, stretching my jaw wide open, the sucking sound of my hungry lips shutout by the rising growl coming from his. My husband was far from small, but Daniel was larger still and it was a struggle not to choke as he crammed himself into my mouth, then hauled my head back again, tugging at my hair. That soft sting of pain made my pussy throb and I moaned around him, dizzy with the hot lust boiling up inside. I wanted, no, needed a good, hard fuck, the kind I hadn't been given in ages- but first, I had to prepare him to give it to me.

Ready for him now, I tucked my lips around my teeth and took him deeper still, pushing until my lips kissed the clenched fist working him over. He cried out as he sank into my throat, and with his drooling prick wedged within, I began to swallow, gulping him just a little bit deeper, consuming him by degrees. Both hands were on my head now, grabbing at my ears as he fucked my face, his balls slapping at my wrist.

Face buried in his crotch, his scent filled me up, swirled in my lungs and made me drunk. It spoke to me in a primal whisper, telling me that this young male was strong and virile, that were I in heat, he would give me the most perfect little kittens- and so help me, were I, I'd have let him, of that I had no doubt.

With his cock plunging through my throat I couldn't taste much of his pre, but I could feel it every time I swallowed, stinging, irritating flesh fucked raw. I let his hands control me, let them guide my head up and down and focused on holding him in the soft, crushing grasp of my lips, in curling, slathering my tongue up the sides of his thrusting prick.

"M-Miss Mayes," he rasped in warning, but I'd felt the twitch of his shaft before he'd even spoke. I dropped his cock and grabbed him by his balls, cradling them in my palm and pressing down with my thumb as he lurched forward and came with a tortured yowl. Heat, thick and rich as warm honey exploded down my throat as fast as I could swallow, filling me up with cougar cum. Were I not as experienced as I was, I have no doubt I would have gagged, choked by the sheer quantity of it.

As his orgasm waned he sagged back against the lip of the tub, panting and flush, staring down at me. I let his cock flop free of my lips, let him see the white cream on my tongue, let him watch his half-hard meat dripping out its last on my heavy, hanging breasts.

"Mmm, Danny," I purred, nuzzling at him, smearing a trail across my cheek. "If I'd known you had such... admiration for me, I'd have invited you over much, much sooner." I thought of that, of all the nights that I could have spent with a young man held in the thrall of my beauty, my body, all the nights wasted, spent alone and waiting. No more. I slid my wedding ring off and dropped it into my empty wine glass, rising up to my feet before my new lover.

He stared at me with naked admiration and lust, eyes poring across my ripened curves, lingering where drabs of his seed frosted my heavy, hanging breasts. Eyes wide, Daniel took a half-step in and reached a hand up between my thighs but I stopped him, taking him by the wrist.

"Inside," I said, speaking in a tone befitting the woman I was, not the kitten he made me feel like.

We stepped out of the tub, him trailing behind me so closely that I felt his half-hard erection brushing the back of my thigh. He's almost hard again, and so soon? _I wondered just how many times I could make him come, and the thought that he just might outlast me had my tail tip dancing like a cobra before a snake-charmer. _Gooseflesh rose up all over beneath my fur, a tingling cascade that washed right down my arms and legs, making it feel as if my whole body was quivering, waiting for a release long denied.

I reached for the sliding door, but he stopped me, pulling my paw behind my back. Before I could turn or ask what he was doing, he grabbed my other paw and bent me into the door, his hard chest against my back, my breasts squashed against the sun-warmed glass. I groaned as he squared up behind me, his cock, rigid and more than ready, riding up between my thighs, grinding across my pussy lips. Through the glass I saw the kitchen table, saw my husband's forgotten, half-empty coffee cup, but it became indistinct, obscured as my increasingly desperate breaths fogged up the glass.

"I can't wait anymore," he growled in my ear as he sawed his prick back and forth across my dripping wet folds. I ground down into it, arching my back, lifting my tail, curling it around his waist. If the angles were just a little better I'd have been able catch his cock so that the ridge of his mushroom strummed my clit, but it was tantalizingly out of reach and I drove myself mad with frustration, wriggling, squirming, trying to make it happen. I'd have been rubbing my button like mad if only he hadn't trapped my wrists.

"Fuck me," I all but hissed, my fore-claws scraping at the stone patio. "Fuck me right here, Danny. Now. I need you," I begged in a yowling whisper, done with pretending that I was in control.

"God you're wet," he rasped, leaning back and arching his hips to probe my slit with his swollen cock.

"Wet for you," I purred, pushing against him, desperate to have him inside. If he just let go of me I'd have guided him in myself, but he wouldn't- and his paws held my wrists with such strength that I knew, just knew, he wouldn't be letting go until he'd come.

Moving our bodies together, we rocked against one another in short, shallow bucks until at last he hit me at just the right angle and his cockhead wedged in my folds, pushing up into my pussy, spreading me apart. I moaned, not quite screaming, my eyes fluttering as he sank in about halfway before grinding to a halt in my clenching passage. I tried to relax, but even slickened as he was by my lips and drenched in the juices from my sopping wet cunt, he was just too big, and I, too tense.

I groaned in nothing short of agony as he pulled back, feeling suddenly empty without him, irrationally scared he was going to pull away. I tried to turn around, fighting against his grasp, but then he came crashing back into me and my body exploded with a surge of heat that turned me into a sagging, mewling mess. The teenage stud fucked me with short strokes, digging, drilling just a little bit deeper, stretching me wider and wider as my pussy both fought to keep him out and struggled to suck him in.

"God damn it you're big," I panted out against the glass. I couldn't tell if I was seeing spots or if the fading sunlight reflecting off of it was blinding me, but I didn't care about anything but him. On his next thrust I surprised him by rising up on my toes and jerking back against him, and together we moaned as I slammed down those last few inches, my pussy spasming around him with such dizzying force that I thought I was coming.

"I wanted this for so long," he moaned, tongue loosened by lust, grinding his pelvis against my padded, plush behind. "I used to sit by my window at night, hoping you'd come out." I was suddenly very glad he couldn't see me, that he'd taken me from behind, my cheeks burning bright as the summer sky. Just how many times had he done that, waiting, watching, touching himself as he watched me... fuck, the thought of it turned me on far more than it should have.

"Take me," I told him, my tone as needy as I felt, my stomach flexing as I bore down on him. Already my inner muscles were aching every bit as much as my jaw was, but I wasn't sure if it was for release or for more punishment. Both of us were were racing toward the brink as fast as our bodies could bare, the air around us buzzing with unseen energy as if at any second a bolt out of the blue would strike us down.

Had I any say in the matter, I would have chosen to remain in that moment forever, held in tantalizing rapture at the edge of orgasm; but the crushing pressure inside me would not be denied no matter how hard I tried. His muzzle flipped my black hair away from my neck and then he took my scruff with a forceful bite that hurt in all the right ways, my body jerking, every muscle rigid, every nerve screaming as one as I cried out and arched against him.

That little spark of pain was all it took to detonate the powder keg within.

White-hot fire exploded deep down in my tummy and flashed throughout my body, racing out into my limbs and rebounding, a whirlwind, a firestorm that left me burnt and breathless- and never did my lover stop, not even for a second as I came around his driving cock. He shuddered and made a sound like he was choking, pulling hard on my scruff, the pinch of his teeth only adding to the raucous heat raging within me, my pussy convulsing around him, tugging him deeper with each pounding thrust.

Daniel yanked on my scruff, forcing my head back and my body to stretch to the absolute limit as he began absolutely pummeling my pussy with hammer blows that rang out with a steady_ slap slap slap_. Every impact of his hips against my ass bounced me against the glass. Fingers squeezing, claws unsheathed, I scratched at the air, arms struggling, my body thrashing like a live wire whipped loose in a hurricane force wind.

Honey oozed from my now sore slit, forced out by full, swift strokes that made me gasp and sent aftershocks quaking through my thighs. It was both too much and not enough, overstimulating my body, my flesh, but I was drinking in his lust as the desert would a downpour after decades of drought.

"A-Are you- are you on the pill?" he stuttered in between pants, letting go of my scruff just long enough to speak.

I was, but instead of saying yes, I looked at his blurry reflection in the fogged glass, my eyes glazed over, lidded, and whispered, "Does it matter?"

I caught the outline of his ears pinning back, of his head tilting forward and his hips heaved with such a surge of sudden force that I thought we were both about to go tumbling _through _the door and onto the kitchen floor. But the glass held and he shoved me bodily up it, lifting me from my feet with the power of his hips, scooping me up onto his thighs. Pinned as I was I had no control, no recourse, and could only mewl in boneless glee as the whole of my body weight drew me down, impaled me on the shaft spearing up into me.

Daniel's fangs sank into my scruff and yanked back until I was staring up into the orange sky, my mouth agape. He roared a triumphant roar of jubilant ecstasy and I answered him with a whimpering, nearly soundless scream, unable to find the breath for anything more . His claws came out and dug into my wrists, jerking my arms down and back with each buck of his hips, fucking his cum into my belly. Even though I'd just sucked him off, there was still so much of it that it came flooding out of my pussy in a hot rush like lava washing down mountainside, a liquid fire that streamed from my body.

Only when every last drop had been spat from his twitching cock did he lower me back to the ground, releasing my wrists, but not my scruff, his paws seizing my broad hips. He panted around my neck and I huffed in answer, my forehead resting against the foggy glass door. My arms were loose, but my mind was so perfectly and utterly blank that I didn't even think to lift them to brace myself. I just hung, trembling in Daniel's arms as he rocked his hips against mine, fucking me gently until his cock grew so soft it slipped from my sex with a soft, undeniably sensual sound, like two hungry mouths reluctantly parting. We stayed like that, unspeaking, slowly regaining our breath and composure- but it was a false calm, the eye of the storm, and we both knew it.

Dusk had turned to night by the time I twisted in his grasp and locked eyes with him. I'm not certain what I was expecting, worry, or love, or... something else. But what I found in his gaze was the smoldering hunger of a fire just waiting for fresh fuel, of lust rekindling. He took me by my chin and bent my head back until our mouths met, then smothered me with his tongue, his body, his paws exploring, poring over my every curve. If I had any strength left in my legs I'd have hitched them around his hips, but as things were, all I could do was sling my arms around his neck and sag against him.

"Daniel..." I murmured. "I... I think that I need to clean up." I lowered a hand and felt the sticky warmth gathered around my thighs, matting my fur. The sweet, musky scent of sex drifted up and swirled around my nose, making me shiver. He felt it, hands squeezing in response to my trembling body.

"I could clean you up," Daniel purred, licking his lips. I laughed a breathy laugh and shoved at his rocky shoulders, then stopped, my palms planted on his chest, so full and firm, alive with the energy of youth.

"My husband should be coming soon," I murmured, reluctant, and maybe just a little ashamed.

That gave him pause, his hands stilling, but only for a moment. "My parents won't be home for at least another week." _My parents, God. _I had to remind myself that my young Adonis was over eighteen- I was robbing the cradle, but the cops wouldn't be coming by to stuff me into the back of a squad car. Dwelling on that thought for a moment, I failed to notice his paw sliding in between my thighs, his fingers burrowing into my sore, slippery folds. I stiffened, breathing through my teeth, resisting for all of a second before I began rocking my hips in time to his touch.

Inside the kitchen, the phone began to ring and I looked back over my shoulder at it. This late... it had to be him.

"Daniel..."

Something in my voice must have given him doubt, because the paw wedged between my thighs grew still. When I looked back at him, his face had become something neutral, but in his eyes I could see a vulnerability, an uncertainty that wasn't there before. The phone rang four times, then went silent as the machine took a message neither of us could quite hear over each other's breathing and the droning buzz of insects waking up to greet the night.

"I get it, if this was... just... you're married, but-"

"Daniel," I said, cutting him off. I hesitated, then braced my paw on his shoulder and leaned in and kissed him, dragging him down into one of those slow and sloppy kisses that always lasted way too long and yet, always seemed over far too soon. When I was done, I nuzzled into the sandy down on his chest, fingers snatching up handfuls of his fur.

"Do you think... you could help me over the fence?"