Tina II Chapter Seven- Nakedfur Resorts- A Gray Muzzle story
Tina II Chapter Seven Nakedfurs Resorts - A Gray Muzzle story
K.C. and Jack were relaxing on a rare Sunday morning together. Jack sat upright; K.C. was sprawled across his lap. He wore striped pajama bottoms; she wore pink gingham panties, with bows on each side, presumable to allow her an effortless escape. Jack was leafing through the travel section on the New York Times.
"Maybe we should plan a trip" Jack offered, thinking out loud
"When you're home more than ten minutes" K.C. countered.
"Well" he began "it so happens that I have two weeks off before the new interns start. We should take advantage of it."
K.C. rolled over, Jack having caught her attention.
"Where?"
"Oh, I don't know. Europe. A cruise. Hawaii, maybe...."
K.C. grabbed the paper, and rolled on her belly, butt in the air. She lay the paper on the chair arm, her elbows between his legs. She scoured the paper with a fierce intensity. She was almost to the end, when an ad caught her eye.
"There!" she declared
"Oh, GOD, not there"
He saw an ad featuring two young, attractive hybrids. A couple. Strolling on the beach, completely naked.
Nakedfurs Resorts had been around a few years. In concept, it was a kind of a 'Club Med' for the newcomers. Attracting a young, International crowd. Their slogan was "Meet your inner dog". N.R. was an all inclusive island resort. It was for couples only, though it left it to the guests to determine who those couples might include. And, it was clothing optional. More than that, it was 'clothing discouraged'. The whole concept at N.R. was that your stay was meant to unlock your animal nature. Most found that this centered, at least for most guests, on drunkenness, silly behavior, and LOTS of sexuality. Word was that life at Nakedfurs was one big weeklong orgy.
"You don't REALLY want to do this?" he asked, unbelieving.
"Oh, yes I DO! I declare, Jack, if anything can loosen you up, it would be a trip to Nakedfurs...."
There was nothing uptight about K.C. A blonde Cocker, she grew up a cheerleader, in rural West Texas. K.C. came to terms with her sexuality from an early age. It was her way out, out of the poor, sun baked depression that was life in her town. Pushing thirty, she could still fit in her cheer uniform. In fact she DID fit in the uniform- regularly, much to Jack's delight. Jack, on the other hand, was buttoned down, and Ivy League. The son of well to do parents, Jack had his nose to the grindstone from the moment of his birth. An only child, he was the sole vehicle for his parent's ambitions. Jack's parents aimed high. He was valedictorian at his private school. Attended Yale AND Princeton. He went on to a star studded medical career, pioneering new techniques in hybrid surgery.
"Jack!" K.C. glared at her beau, as his mind wandered
"You're serious, aren't you"
"Serious as a heart attack. Yours."
Jack rolled his eyes
"I guess so, then."
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" K.C., who was squatting in his lap, kissed him, then leapt up to find the Ipad to book their vacation.
Jack, defeated, checked airfares on his Iphone.
The medium sized prop plane touched down on the tiny airstrip. When it finally stopped, two bored looking men casually pushed steps to the plan sitting on the airstrip. They secured them to the plane, spoke briefly into a walkie talkie, then wandered away. Jack and K.C. looked at each other.
"Ready, Sugar?" she asked, holding Jack's hand.
"Ready as I'll EVER be...." He replied, nervously.
She kissed him.
"Then....let's go!"
With that, K.C. jerked him from his seat, pulling him towards the door.
Their trip had officially begun.
Jack paused at the top of the stairs. The air was thick, heavy. It was loaded with perfume, with humidity....with sex. If there was an un-Trenton, New Jersey, this had to be it. They crossed the tarmac, and entered a weathered tin building. Men, in no particular hurry, checked their papers, and retrieved their bags. Once processed, they met a small Scottie, holding a sign saying simply 'Nakedfurs'. All the passengers followed him to an aging school bus.
Once on board, they settled into their seats. K.C. Looked around. There were Weimeraners, two, both male. There was an odd couple, a Golden, and an Afghan Hound. Two Dachshounds that looked like they got on the wrong bus. But her attention was drawn to the only non canines. They sat in the back, by themselves. She was a young Tigress, he, an older Cheetah There was this ....energy, sexual energy between them. K.C. stared unashamed, when her reverie was interrupted.
"AYE, MATES" the voice thundered. "WHO'S HERE TO 'AV A BLOODY GOOD TIME!"
To which everyone clapped.
He put his paw to his ear.
"I CAN'T 'EAR YOU....."
The bus clapped louder
"I CAN'T BLOODY FUCKIN' 'EAR YOU!" he thundered
"WE'RE HERE TO 'AV A BLOODY FUCKIN' GOOD TIME!' the bus responded
"Now, there ya go....."
The dog behind the voice was a Cardigan Welsh Corgi hybrid. He was a dwarfish looking thig, not unusual for a Corgi. He was dressed in African safari attire.
"My name's Alligator Al. I'm 'ere to help you 'av a good time at Nakedfurs. And who wants to 'av a good time?
"WE'RE HERE TO HAVE A BLOODY FUCKIN' GOOD TIME!" the bus echoed, already well trained.
"GOOD ON YA, THEN!" he bellowed. "We'll start with the camp song. Every camp has a song. This is yours. Every time I blow me bloody whistle, you sing the camp song. Here it be.......
Repeat after me.....
"WE ARE NAKED FURS
WE'RE NAKED
WE'RE FURS
WE'RE NAKED FUCKING FURS!"
"Now you..."
"WE ARE NAKED FURS
WE'RE NAKED
WE'RE FURS
WE'RE NAKED FUCKING FURS"
"Now give yourselves a round of applause!"
The whole bus cheered, for no apparent reason, other than that they were told to.
"Well, that's wonderful. Know what else is wonderful? No money for a week! (pulls out a string of beads) everything you need, you'll pay for with these. I'm gonna give some Sheila a chance to get a leg up, so to speak. First pair of panties wins the beads!"
K.C. dives into her purse and snags the spare panties she always carries. She pulls back off her thumb, and shoots them to the front of the bus.
He picks them up, and sniffs them
"We have a winner! Come claim your prize!
K.C. walks to the front of the moving bus. The Corgi goes to sniff her crotch. She smacks him on the head
"Don't be mad, Luv! Just had to be sure they were yours...."
K.C. grabs her beads, and holds them up as people cheer. She goes to claim her undies.
"Uh uh uh, Sheila! These go in Alligator Al's collection. Old Al will be thinkin' of you tonight.....
K.C. and Jack made it to the room. Jack dropped the cases, as K.C. opened the French doors. The air was magical; it was filled with bird songs, and the scent of exotic flowers. Walking back in, K.C. felt strange. She hitched up the pink Polo dress she wore and dropped her panties to her knees. She lay on the bed, face down.
"Fuck, me, babe."
He went to close the doors.
"Uh uh. Come.
Jack lowered his tennis shorts and briefs. He kissed her neck.
"Babe? Just FUCK me. Hard and fast. The harder and faster the better.
Jack was confused, but he found her bluntness oddly sexy. He found her receptive to his sex. Grabbing her hips, he pounded the little Cocker for all she was worth. As they mated, K'C. pawed her clit. In a short time she came, just as Jack pumped his load deep inside her. She kissed him, and headed for the shower. As she stood under the steaming water, K.C. continued to have this odd feeling. Reaching down, she touched her sex. She was swolled; her sex was open and dilated. Her lips, usually quite small, seemed loose, and swollen. She dipped a finger inside. She was bleeding.
"Damn!"K.C. thought "I'm in heat! NOW what do I do?"
Now, many humans don't understand 'the heat'. They view it as a period of hyper sexuality. While there IS sex involved, the reality couldn't be further from the truth. It was more like having to go to the bathroom.- an urgent, uncomfortable NEED. You weren't ecstatic when you got release- you were just relieved. Right now, she just needed relief
K.C. slumped against the shower wall, eyes closed, surrendering herself to the warm water coursing over her body. After a time, her paw drifted south. Tilting her hips forward a bit, she exposed her sex. She took a finger, and ran it between her lips. She slid it back and forth, enjoying the warm wetness in and around her opening. When this no longer had the desired effect, she moved north, to the source of her pleasure. Pulling if from the protection of her puffy lips, she rolled it between her digits. K.C. jumped a bit when she did. God, that felt good. That's what was needed all along. So, she played with her clit. As the excitement rose, she began to moan. Not too loudly- Jack would hear, and might get his feelings hurt. Truth was, when she was in heat, once was almost never enough, not a first, anyway. She took her other hand, and started to wiggle it up into her sex. This stretched the skin down there, and made it easier to play with her clit. She was going now, really going. She panted, as she tugged and played roughly with her sex. Her other paw was now completely inside her, surrounded in warm wetness. She was just beginning to get sore, when she felt it. A hot, massive tide, beginning with a whisper, that suddenly overwhelmed her, sweeping her off her feet, and sweeping her to the shore with a crash. Her breathing was labored; she was huffing audibly. And she mouthed words..."God....AWWWWW.....UGH.......Mmmmmm......" Her face turned to a grimace, contorting grimly, then relaxing. Her mouth seemed to be forming an "OH!" but no sound came out. K.C.'s knees buckled under her, and she slipped to the shower floor, her paw inside her, sobbing softly. She lay there on the floor like that, and brought herself to a second, then a third orgasm, when she felt that she had completely dealt with it.
When K.C. finally made it out of the shower, she found Jack getting dressed.
"Took you long enough!" Jack sniped "I thought you died in there"
"You don't know how close I came" she smiled "What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed" he replied
"Don't you remember WHERE we are?" she reprimanded
K.C. Took the hanger from Jack, and handed him his sarong. Each guest got one on arrival, and was taught how to tie it. Nakedfurs rules stated that you could be dressed, or not, but that the only thing you could wear was your standard issue sarong. K.C. tied Jack's for him, leaving it to hang over one hip. She then tended to her own. Avoiding the ladie's style wrap that she was shown, she tied her own just like her husband's , hanging low off one hip, with an opening in front almost all the way to her sex. Her human like breasts were exposed, her pink nipples standing clear of her golden fur.
"You're not going ANYWHERE like THAT!" Jack declared.
Ignoring him completely, she headed for the door.
"I'll be downstairs at the welcome reception." She announced "With.....or without you!"
Reluctantly, Jack followed along.
The welcome reception was outside the main lodge outside, on the patio, by the sea. By seven, almost everyone was there. Looking around, K.C. noticed that some guests were already fully nude. Most wore their sarongs. K.C. quickly realized that she was the center of attention. Between her sexy semi nudity, and the overpowering scent of her heat, every male in the place was immediately drawn to her. Every female looked at her with daggers in her eyes. Well, almost everyone.
"Looks like you have someone's interest...." Jack commented.
"I'm sorry, dear, what was that?" K.C. responded, distracted.
"I was saying it looks like you have a female admirer, too."
"What makes you say that?"
"That Tigress....by the bar. She's been checking you out since we arrived."
"Don't be silly" she scoffed "Why would she be looking at me?"
"I don't know, but she certainly is......."
K.C. looked over. The Tigress met her glance and held it. Far from being embarrassed, the Tigress walked over, her companion in tow. They walked right up to Jack and K.C.
"Uh, I noticed you looking at me." K.C. stammered, stating the obvious.
"How could I not?" the Tigress replied " You look so.....lovely."
The Tigress was handling K.C.'s breasts like they were produce.
"Nice......who did them?" she asked
"Er, uh, a doctor back home...."
"Well, he's an artist. You have the nicest pair I've encountered..."
By now, her attentions were elsewhere. She was examining her sarong.
"So cute, the way you tied this"
The Tigress was running her digits along the edge of the material. K.C. could feel the Tigress' paw brush her sex. There was more. It felt like she's left something behind. K.C. ignored it, not wanting to draw attention to what was going on. They talked a few more minutes before the Tigress, and her Cheetah companion drifted off.
"Well, THAT was odd!" Jack proclaimed
"I guess we're in a foreign place where different cutoms prevail."
"I had no idea that they were THAT different" he laughed.
They had a pleasant dinner, and they did a show after that. It was about eleven when they made it back to the room. K.C. brushed her hair, while Jack watched something on the TV. Her mind raced. What did the Tigress have in mind? She remembered the earlier meeting. Checking where the Tiger had been, she found a lace hankey stuffed in the waist of her sarong. She held it to her nose. It was wild, gamey, feral. It was the scent of her sex, a very wild, very aroused scent. On the handkerchief was a room number, and a phone. She tucked the souvenier safely away, lest Jack find it. She sat at the vanity, brushing her golden curls mindlessly for a very long time, wondering what this all meant.
When she finally got up, the TV showed only a test pattern, and Jack was sound asleep. She turned out the lights, and lay down to sleep Sleep, however, eluded her. It was hot, sticky, sweltering hot, and the open doors, and the ceiling fan did little to alleviate it. She lay there, for what seemed like hours, looking at the ceiling, thinking of the nights events. K.C. was getting more and more agitated. She had to do something. She wandered out to the porch. Down below, not far away, was a whirlpool. It looked so inviting. Hot, sticky, and wearing nothing but little pink cotton panties, she went downstairs toward the whirlpool. When she got there, she looked around. There was not a soul around. Checking one more time, K.C. looked around, then dropped her panties, hanging them from a nearby bush. She then settled into the warm rushing water
How good it felt! Looking up, there was a splendid tropical sky. There were stars everywhere, and a full moon. When she had her fill of the celestial display, she lay back, and closed her eyes. K.C. was then reminded of her condition. A little more relaxed, her fingers found her sex. Settling back, she separated her honey colored lips, and inserted a finger into her vagina. Dragging it upwards, she encountered her clitoris. She had never seen it so big, so erect! Taking it between her index and forefinger, she stroked and pulled at it. It responded by getting redder, and even harder. Smiling, K.C. ran her entire paw over it, inserting a finger in her vagina, while playing her sex with the other.It was immensely pleasurable; K.C. moaned with satisfaction, until the need for release became absolute, overwhelming. Closing her eyes tight, and biting her lip, K.C. grabbed one of her human like nipples, and rolled it between her fingers. Then, as she did since childhood, she started to rub her sex, hard and fast, from her vagina to her clit. Within moments, she felt the blood rush to her sex. Her muscles stiffened. Rubbing still harder and faster, she felt a wave of warmth rush over her; her legs stiffened, then went limp. She moaned, grunted, and called out. K.C. collapsed, happy and satisfied in the warm water.
When K.C. looked up, she was not alone. Standing there in the mist was the Tigress.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything....."
K.C. turned bright red with embarrassment.
"Uh, er, uh, I mean no, uh, I couldn't sleep, and I was really tense so......"
"I think I have just the thing" The Tigress replied with a smile.
She pulled out a joint, and lit it up. She took a hit, then passed it to K.C. the Cocker took a big hit, and held it. The Tigress slipped into the hot tub with a bottle of wine. They finished the joint, then went to the bottle. Since there were no glasses, they passed the bottle back and forth. With a good buzz going, K.C. finally began to relax.
To be continued.......