Sexual Predator
I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me. She had me by the balls from the moment I walked in that door.
It wasn't long until I walked back out that door, either, closely following that beautiful ass of hers, with my self-respect trailing far, far behind. We went to her place.
I'm not the kind to make my dating decisions based on appearances, but I hadn't exactly been in that bar looking for a life partner. I was going to get drunk, although I failed at that, but I hadn't expected to be getting laid, and I'd call that a fair compromise. What I couldn't guess, when following her home that night, was that I would indeed spend the rest of my life with that gorgeous heifer.
She was curvy, very curvy, but with a height that said "It's alright that my hips are twice as wide as your shoulders," and a face that said "you don't have to be intimidated by it, either." But I was intimidated, in all the best ways save one--I would never dare walk up to a girl like that. A girl like that had better things to fuck than this little rat.
But apparently not in that bar. When she finally looked my way, it felt like she had never looked at another guy like me. She spoke volumes with just her soft brown eyes, and I listened. My gaze was so steady, always fixed to hers, that when I finally found myself in her lap, I couldn't tell whether I had approached, or she. In any case, there I was sitting on her plump white thighs, my head no higher than her tits, and her hands firmly gripped around my upper arms.
"I'm looking for someone to take with me," she said bluntly, and I could only nod. "Hmm?" she purred, her voice low but perfectly clear. I stared at her still, admiring the creamy brown patches running down her neck and shoulders, the fullness of her lips, and the way her nostrils flared to take in the scent of me, ruffling my fur with the torrent of air it took to fill her voluminous lungs. "Is that what you're here for?" she asked, her voice enveloping me where I sat. "To be taken?"
She spread her legs, and my butt sank into the divot between her thighs. I finally took my eyes off her, glancing around quickly as my arms scrambled for a handhold. I was folded over, sitting elbow-deep between her legs, and pressed in on all sides by the firm flesh of her legs. My head was level with her navel, which dimpled the elastic fabric of her top, and my legs were sticking out to one side, knees bent. It was so warm, and I couldn't help but let my gaze wander to my left, where the heat was much greater, almost radiating from the zipper of her jeans where her legs converged.
"Mmm..." she said, sounding nothing but pleased. "I'll take that as a yes." Her strong bovine hands grasped me by the shoulders, lifting me forward and onto the floor as she stood up from her seat. "Let's go, cutie." And we were out the door before I knew what had hit me.
* * * * *
She sprawled naked on her enormous bed, stretching languidly with tiny little sighs of relaxation. I stood unsteadily at the foot of her bed, equally naked but much less comfortable in my own fur... and I gaped. Her short fur flowed smoothly across the wide plains of her body, looking even more alluring than when she had been clothed. It was a radiant shade of light brown, like golden grasses rippling across her hills and valleys. It was patched with white in places, and across her entire vast belly, leading down to the pink mound between her legs to which my eyes were immediately drawn. I could swear she was showing off as she stretched and yawned, because her legs spread wide enough to part the folds of her pussy, giving me a perfect view.
Her fur, as it approached her pussy, turned into a soft white fuzz which proudly displayed the smooth pink skin of her plump lips. They were open for me now, and hidden inside I could see the rippled tunnel of her vagina, flushed almost bright red with arousal. She was almost palpably wet, a slick sheen of lubrication coating her sex, and I wondered what I could have possibly done to inspire such arousal. Even now I was frozen with anxiety, satisfied enough to merely watch as she opened her body to me. I wasn't one to be so submissive, normally, but this was not a normal situation, and it came as a relief when she leaned forward to grab me by the tail.
Despite her size, it shocked me that she was able to lift me entirely off my feet, and hold me dangling in front of her by the base of my tail. I tilted my head up to face her, uncomfortable and aroused, my erection bobbing unheeded beneath me. She scrutinized me.
"Alright," she sighed, "I don't mind doing all the work." She reclined again, plopping me onto her padded belly, and gave me a full-armed hug. I moaned, trying to breathe with my face buried in her short fur, and felt her warm nose nestle into my ear. "I'm sure you'll please me plenty," she whispered, and squeezed a bit tighter.
She was incredibly warm. Her body enveloped me, sealing my nose and mouth away from fresh air, but I stayed limp in her grasp, holding my breath until she released me. In the meantime I let myself enjoy the coziness of her body. My paws kneaded her belly, my eyes drifted half-closed, and I nearly let myself fall asleep. My erection, on the other hand, was still fully awake, pinned between my body and the warmth and softness of her belly. More urgently still, her short fur was beginning to tickle my nose. I held back the sneeze, but in doing so I failed in holding my breath. But she still hadn't let go. I pushed away with my paws, but her arms only tightened. Then, with a muffled shout, I began to earnestly struggle.
She let go immediately, and I threw myself upward, gulping in air. I looked down at her, still gasping, but she merely smiled and toyed with my belly fur.
"So you do have some life in you," she chuckled, stroking my leg. I glared at her accusingly, but the flash of anger faded away as quickly as it had come. I sighed, beginning to breathe normally again, and looked down. I was literally on top of her, my knees making divots in her wide belly, but she didn't seem to mind. Her hands stroked lightly over my thighs, then made their way slowly upward, tickling my butt, ruffling the fur on my back, and finally cupping my pointed muzzle. Patting my head, she grasped me by the arms, gently but too firmly for me to possibly break free. Not that I struggled anymore. In fact, as she pulled me back down against her body, I heard a faint whimper of submission escape my lips.
"Good boy", she whispered, "now it's time for you to pleasure me." With her hands on my shoulders, she pushed me down her belly until my legs slid down between hers. I could feel the radiant heat of her groin traveling up my shins, knees, and thighs, until finally my hips were nestled into her crotch, and my eager erection was bathed in heat, bobbing just inches from her wet folds. Her legs closed, then, pinning my hips between her thighs, and the full length of my cock was immediately swallowed up by her sex.
I gasped, jumping as if shocked, as my cock was bathed in her hot, lubricated flesh. Her thighs compressed me almost painfully, shoving me bodily forward and into her, soaking my entire lap in her fluids. My torso flopped down over her voluminous belly, feeling almost superfluous. This was a meeting of hips--not that mine had much to say about the matter--and there wasn't a whole lot I could do with my head and arms, which barely even reached as far as her breasts. In the end I spread my arms around her belly in a sort of one-sided hug, content to drape myself across the furry waterbed of her midsection. At the very least, it was cozy.
My bottom half, on the other hand, was having a rougher time of it. The heat was sweltering, and flesh enveloped me from my navel to my knees, thoroughly insulating. Warm liquid dripped down my thighs, and my cock was adrift in a sea of it. She clenched her legs repeatedly, thrusting me forward and back, and I could do little more than hang on for the ride. My tail twitched rapidly beneath her as she fucked me, as I reveled in the uncommon feeling of her thick labia squishing against my groin, spreading across my entire lap. I nuzzled into her short fur, tucking my narrow muzzle beneath her breast, and closed my eyes tightly.
There was something about it that comforted me. The pleasure, of course, thrilled me to my core, and was unlike any other sex I had experienced. But something about her size, and mine, and the way she so casually picked me up and used me, touched at a nerve I didn't know I had. Her arms wrapped around me, her body surrounding me on all sides, and once again she squeezed. Immediately I felt her warmth surround me, my body sinking into her soft flesh by several inches, and once again I was unable to breathe. This time I burrowed deeper, squeaking with pleasure as she began to stroke my fur, and smiling as I felt pleasured moans rumble through her body.
Her pussy wasn't the tightest, but the feeling of it was incredible nonetheless. Her flesh lapped at my cock almost teasingly, while all the while it was bathed in the intense heat of her body. I was harder than I had ever been, steadily sliding towards my peak, when she stopped. I paused when she did, breathing heavily, ready at any moment to be pushed over the edge by just the slightest squeeze. Moments later, the moment still hadn't come. I whimpered.
"Did you cum yet?" she whispered into my ear. I shook my head quietly, and she smiled. "Good," she said, patting my head, "then you might still enjoy this." Her hand cupped my head, subduing me easily, and pushed down until I was crouching between her knees, dwarfed by the sheer scale of the thighs on either side of me. Her pussy was there before me, the plump labia spread open the slightest bit, just a touch of darkness hinting at the slick, rippled pleasure tunnel inside. I gulped audibly, almost whimpering with the intensity of my desire, as I watched that gentle flesh open ever so slightly when she spread her legs wider. "Feed me," she moaned, and I dove in, arms clutching her soft inner thighs, and my muzzle already kissing her steaming hot mound before it occurred to me how oddly she had phrased her command.
I paused, or tried to, my lips begging to be rubbed against hers. I don't tend to think about semantics while fucking, but something compelled me to stop, and sent a shiver running down my spine. I looked up at her questioningly, barely meeting her gaze across the wide curve of her belly and the impressive landscape of her breasts. My muzzle kept working, tongue probing and tasting the slick wetness that coated her pussy, as I investigated her eyes, and her self-satisfied smile.
"Come now, dear," she said coyly, "you didn't really think a girl like me would bring home a morsel like you just for the sex, did you?" This finally shocked me enough to pull my head back from her vulva, my muzzle hanging open in fear and confusion, but a hand grasped my head once again, forcing me against her warmth. "I said I would take you with me, darling, and I didn't mean it lightly." I protested, my voice muffled by her flesh, and looked up to see her stroking a breast with her other hand. "After all," she said, in a rather offhand way, "it takes a lot of food to keep these filled with milk." She stroked the tip of a nipple and I felt a soft tugging on my lips, abruptly sucking the tip of my muzzle into her.
My paws rose from her thighs and grasped her wrist, tugging and thrashing in an effort to pull my head away. She laughed at my helplessness, and smiled condescendingly. "I thought I told you to enjoy this," she chided, holding my head still with no effort at all. "I hope you do," she said... and she sounded genuine. "I know I will. You're going to make such a good meal..." She sighed contentedly, rubbing my headfur with her thumb, and pulled.
The beautiful pussy that I had desired so much was right before my eyes, lubricated and flush with excitement, her pink, puffy labia spread apart around the tip of my muzzle. I moaned with frustration, aroused beyond belief and knowing that I still lusted for it, unable to take my eyes away. I felt the powerful shove against the back of my head, the one I had expected and feared, and time seemed to slow as I contemplated the last sight of my life. It slid frictionless over the smooth fur of my muzzle, plump lips spreading wider as they approached my jaw. Her clitoris seemed to come straight at me, swollen bright red with lust, accompanied by a loud groan as it brushed against my headfur. The textured flesh of her vagina stretched around my muzzle, squeezing tightly with each gasp of pleasure, and dripping sweet slick fluid into my fur. I whimpered, closing my eyes reflexively, as her fleshy mound finally squished against my face, spread open, and swallowed me whole.
Her hips bucked, the large heifer literally rolling in ecstasy, as my body spread her tunnel impossibly wide. She orgasmed, I think, the moment my shoulders slipped into her, and somehow her vagina clenched down on me even tighter. I could feel the tension in the walls around me, rippled flesh stretched taut by my far-too-large presence. But if she had any difficulty fitting me inside her, she didn't show it, and every moment cemented in my mind the strange fact that her pussy was built for this. Her muscles, stretched as they were, gripped me with ample strength, overcoming any resistance I could have attempted with my arms pinned to my sides. Each ripple wasn't merely an erotic spasm, but a swallow. Lubrication was ample, and even the piercing heat that had brought me so much pleasure was helping to subdue my struggles. However enticing it had appeared, however madly I had wanted myself inside of it, one thing was clear: this was not merely her sex. This was a gullet.
At this point, I knew better than to think I could escape. By now even my paws were barely outside of her, pinned to my sides and grasping weakly at the air. Every inch of my torso was covered in slime, lubricant spilling out of her to drip over my hips, which rested snugly between the spread lips of her vulva. My slim muzzle was pointed directly forward, my whole body neatly streamlined to slide more efficiently into her body. Unable to move a muscle, I spent the moments silently berating myself, careful to keep my eyes and mouth tightly shut. Nevertheless, it was immediately obvious what had happened when one more wet ripple forced me into a firm kiss with her cervix.
In my surprise I let half a breath slip away from me, blowing bubbles into the mucus. I panicked for a moment, afraid of losing any precious air in such a tight, wet environment, but I quickly realized that the air in my lungs was already much too stale. My body shook violently in a desperate attempt to find something breathable, but her powerful muscles wouldn't let me move an inch. I groaned in frustration, seeing the futility of my struggle, and let my breath go. Nothing I could do about it anyhow.
Before I had time to regret my exasperated decision, the hard knot of her cervix came alive with hunger. The divot pressing against my lips, where the entrance to her uterus was blocked by firmly clenched muscle, seemed to soften, becoming slightly looser. Then the suction began--and there really was no other word for it. Her vagina had tugged me inside, and clenched tightly around my body, but her cervix was somehow sucking me directly into her womb. It was tight, even compared to her vagina, and I felt as if I were draining into a funnel, with nothing on the far-too-slick walls for me to brace against. But, of course, at this point I had already given up.
I was more relieved than confused--and I was plenty confused--when my muzzle found breathable air on the other side of her cervix. Every surface was still covered in slick juices, but there was an empty area inside her filled with rank, muggy, and breathable air, just big enough to fit half of me. She proceeded to cram all of me into it.
The inner surface was smooth and firm, and much more resilient than her vagina--an enclosed chamber made of solid muscle. It had some give to it, as I discovered when I was in it to my hips, and it felt like my body would be crushed if she tugged any more of me inside. It was a tight fit, but the walls stretched around me--just enough to fit me inside, but not enough to give me any room to move. My back was flattened against the upper wall of her uterus, with my legs folding up close to my chest as they came in. It was snug, and not comfortable in the least. My tail was tucked down beneath my legs, the tip of it still wriggling somewhere in her vagina, but the thick base where it attached to my body was trapped at an awkward angle against the tight squeeze of her walls. My ribs hurt, my nostrils were full of mucus, and one of my arms was pinned behind me. On top of that, my whole body felt tingly--probably from being worked over by her clenching tunnel. It was cozy, warm, and wet, but not comfortable in the least. Also I was going to die.
I tried to kick out, pound on the walls with a fist, or at least just scream, but despite all my rage I couldn't move a muscle. The best I could manage was a sort of wheeze, which left me coughing in pain when I accidentally inhaled through my nostrils. Her only response was to giggle, which set my muscular prison wobbling from side to side, myself still held fast within it. It was a strange, unpleasant experience, and very difficult to describe. I was embedded in her uterus, as tightly fixed as if I were poured in cement, but the organ itself had some freedom of movement within her soft, fleshy mass.
She spoke--I think it was to me--but of course I couldn't understand her. Only the lowest tones were transmitted through her body, easily recognizable as speech, but not clearly enough to even guess at the words she was using. In here I was walled off from the rest of the world, and even, in most respects, from her. We couldn't communicate, and the walls were too solid to even show an outline of my body, especially through the layers of fat surrounding her womb. I was just a solid mass inside of her, 100 or so pounds of food, tucked away so deep inside her that no one else would ever know I was there. I secretly suspected that she couldn't even get me out now if she wanted to.
What she wanted, it seemed, was precisely what she had been asking for all night. Her arms pushed into her belly, reaching past it to rest both hands on her vulva, and my whole world started shaking. I had gotten her juices flowing, and now she was intent on reaching orgasm as quickly as possible. Her body shook from the frenetic motion of her fingers, and quivered from the pleasure they were creating. Her womb, meanwhile, was giving me the most thorough and relentless massage. My bones strained at the incredible pressure, but it drained the stress right out of my muscles. There was plenty of stress to drain, and I was glad to lose it and start enjoying my new environs. Murder, schmurder... at least she showed me a good time. I wanted into those pants like nobody's business, but I'd never expected to go all the way in. Plus I hadn't yet suffocated, so I couldn't really complain.
Unfortunately, more than just the stress seemed to be draining away. I felt weak, I couldn't find my tail, and the puddle of juices flowing out through her cervix seemed to be getting deeper. At the same time my body was wracked with pleasure, and I mean my whole body, in a way that couldn't be natural. I wanted to reach my cock to stroke it, but I could stroke my own arm and it would feel the same. Which I did, I'm not proud to say. But remember, I was sealed in a tight prison, with clenching muscle rippling over every inch of my body. Unbelievable pleasure, to say the least. It was like a full-body orgasm, but without all the cum. Oh... wait, there it is.
The juices weren't just coating my body--they were my body. I felt looser all over, and slippery. My bones weren't straining anymore... and it seemed a little less crowded, too. I was able to free one paw, and immediately wrapped it around my cock--but to be honest, it didn't need the help. Cum was already pouring from the tip, only slightly more quickly than it was pouring out of every inch of my skin. Yeah, skin--my fur was already long gone. I clenched my paw tighter, trying to get a better grip on my cum-slickened member, and my fingers just went right through. I would have freaked out, but... it felt so damn good. It helped that I had already given up on my own survival. Or maybe it was the orgasms... or just something in the air. Anyway, I was done for.
The last of my breath burbled out of me, some of it through my mouth. I slumped against the wall, my softening body beginning to lose definition. The cow's body trembled, spasming, and a clench of her uterus squirted me out of her, soaking her sheets with cum.