Stud-Sitting Part 7
Kipcha sighed happily as she stretched out under the shade of a couple of Oak trees. The breeze felt good against her bare form and the hammock was a lot more comfortable than she had first thought it would be. It had been a few weeks since she had woken to find the collar around her neck and her and Phillip had grown much closer. They had shared a few more baths, she had fallen asleep in his arms once while they watched the stars, and she had even given him a few hand and foot jobs. Just yesterday she had drained the poor boy dry so he had gotten her a hammock big enough for them both so that she could relax outside today.
Looking up, Kipcha giggled as she saw Zander holding an ice pack under his tail and she said, "I warned you it was a bad idea."
Zander groaned and said, "Wasn't a bad idea...just a painful one. God that boy is hung though." He murred as he started toward his house and said, "I think I need to head to bed. If I don't this tail of mine is going to still be sore when he comes home for round two." With that, he disappeared from view.
Kipcha giggled and let her fingers wander now. After having seen more than one assistant pawing, among other things, this week she figured she may as well make use of the cool outdoor air. Shutting her eyes, she let her fingers slip into her sex.
She imagined it was Phillip's fingers tracing her now damp slit. She imagined his tongue being what was making it drip. The cool breeze sent ripples up her spine and she drew so painfully near but still fell short. It just wasn't the same... she couldn't even paw without seeing him sitting across from her now. She gasped as the cool breeze suddenly became a hot gust.
Opening her eyes, Kipcha blushed as she looked down to see Phillip's eyes staring up from between her legs. She murred as she slid her fingers out and said, "Took off early eh? Mmm, lunch isn't ready yet as you can see."
Phillips chuckled as he walked to the side of the hammock and lifted the vixen from it. He didn't say anything as he laid down on it and sat her down so she had to straddle his chest. Finally, he said, "Yes it is. It's right... here." He dipped his head forward and his warm tongue flicked over her mound.
Kipcha yipped and felt a pleasurable spasm run through her body. She panted and said, "Am I dreaming again?"
Phillip chuckled and said, "Does this feel like a dream?" He put a single finger against her sex and began to rub it against her clit. He loved the way she moaned at his touch, the way her body trembled against him. Her scent rose to his nostrils and her juices dampened his chest. Finally, feeling his shaft lay heavy against his belly, Phillip wrapped his hands around Kipcha's waist and lifted her up into the air. He sniffed deeply at her sex as he held her over his face. Setting her gently down so she straddled his muzzle he opened his mouth and let out a blast of hot, wet breath.
Kipcha shuddered as she shut her eyes and put her hands on Phillip's chest for support. The way she was sitting her rump was against his face and her tail was hiked up high to give him ease of access to her most sensitive parts. She spread her legs as best she could and said, "The....there's lunch big boy. Di... dig in."
Phillip snorted and gave a warm smile as he said, "Mmm, a meal fit for a king." He traced over he slit with his tongue, the warm flesh teasing her clit. He listened to each moan and squeal she gave and his erect shaft throbbed for want between his legs. Using his fingers, he pulled apart her folds and his tongue snaked its way inside.
The horse was in heaven and the fox was in pure bliss. Her taste was sweet, her passage hot and slick, and her juices quenching his thirst. He felt the fox above him shift and soon his tongue was joined by a pair of her fingers. They were pistons as they rubbed over her clit and Phillip murred happily. Reaching up with his other hand, he spread her rump cheeks and moved his fingers up to under her tail. Putting his thumb against her slit and his middle finger against her tailhole he began to work his way into both.
Kipcha writhed above him and her passage welcomed his invading thumb. Her tailhole soon relaxed and his finger slipped inside. As she felt him begin to work her insides with both her hand slid from her sex and up to her belly. She groaned as her body went into spasm. Her claws dug gently into her chest and, with a loud moan, her juices flowed down into his willing muzzle.
Phillip drank her sweet nectar down and did his best to clean her. Pulling his hand free, he panted and said, "How was that?"
Kipcha murred and pulled herself forward. She was silent for a moment as she looked down at his shaft and, with trembling fingers, took it into her grasp. "Amazing," she said in a dreamy voice as she leaned in and kissed the head of his shaft.
The fox let her tongue trace over the head of the horse's cock. His musk was like a fog this close to his nethers and his taste was better than she had hoped. Her teeth grazed his skin as she took his shaft into her maw and she did her best to suck him. His shaft was bigger than any male she had ever blessed with this privilege before and it had been long enough since her last go that she was in need of practice. Pulling back, she squeezed his shaft gently and a single bead of pre formed on the tip. She licked it off and gave a pleased sigh.
Phillip huffed as his shaft was worked and let out a pleasured moan at the warmth of the fox's muzzle. He reached up with one hand and massaged her rump while, with a little effort, he leaned in so his other hand could work her breasts.
Kipcha took the horse's heavy sack into her hands and worked his hard orbs over in her fingers. She began to bob her head on the shaft as she drank down every drop of pre that he put out for her.
Phillip moaned loudly and huffed as he said, "I... Kipcha... I..." He put a hand to the back of her head and said, "J...just keep swallowing." With that, he loud out a loud moan as his sack pulled tight against his body and his cock jerked around in her muzzle. Gush after thick gush of his fertile seed shot deep into her mouth, coating every inch of it, and flowing down her throat.
Kipcha moaned softly as she swallowed as fast as she could. Most of it ran out of her mouth and down his shaft but she managed to swallow a nice portion. Pulling back and gasping for breath, Kipcha licked her lips and said, "Mmm, what a way to fill up my belly." She leaned back in and began to clean his cock with her warm tongue. When not a drop of spunk remained she pulled back and turned to face him.
Phillip was dazed. His chest rose and fell as his eyes slowly shut. His eyes glazed and he began to drift off into the sweet throngs of afterglow.
Kipcha lay against Phillip and pressed her lips against his. Finally, succumbing to the same warmth and feelings, she drifted to sleep with him there in the shade. Before she was finally out she heard Phillip whisper, "Sleep well... I have a surprise for tonight."