Spontaneity
It was a fairly normal afternoon for me and my girlfriend, Peach. We were in our apartment on the couch, watching some TV. The little kitty was cuddled up against me, one arm around my back and the other paw resting on my jean-covered thigh, and my right arm behind her neck. It was nice. It was a rough week at work for both of us, so it was good to finally have some time together.
I looked over to my lady and smiled. She was still in her pajamas, an old T-shirt of mine and loose pajama pants. She didn't bother wearing a bra, I could tell from how her nipples stood out a little from the thin fabric of the shirt. Her soft, peach colored fur felt nice even through her shirt, and I couldn't help but give her shoulder a gentle rub. My eyes wandered over her pretty feline face and those deep blue eyes. After a little more eye-wandering, I ended up looking at her powerful legs. Volleyball through high school and college did wonders for her body, especially her ass. Dear god, all I got was a side profile of her rump covered with loose fabric, and I instantly thought about her naked. Her butt was muscular, but with a little extra skin and fur to make everything smooth and round. I'm an ass man, don't judge me.
Sure, it was nice cuddling with Peach. Sure, I was fine with just sitting here and hanging out with her. I tried to focus back on the TV show until the one thing I don't like about being a guy happened: spontaneous boner. Goddamnit. I was going to try and play it cool so she wouldn't notice, but it was like she felt my pants strain under her paw. Her eyes went down to my growing tent, and then she looked up at me.
I honestly didn't know what to say, other than 'Thanks for ruining the moment!' to my dick. Then I looked over her face again. She had a sly smile on her face telling me she either had something sinister in mind or she liked what she saw. All I could do was smile back and shrug.
"Buck, we haven't christened the couch yet, have we?" She giggled playfully. Sure, I've gotten a blowjob from her on it, and I did finger her another time, but she was right.
"No, I guess we haven't." I returned a soft chuckle when she leaned in and kissed me. My bigger canine tongue played with her rough feline tongue, massaging or wrestling with each other as they darted in and out of our mouths. I turned off the TV so we had no other distractions when I felt her fingers grip my tip through my pants. I couldn't help but reach out and grope that heavenly rump of hers.
After some intense kissing and teasing, she pulled away and started to undo my pants. I simply leaned back and let her work. A short tug on my boxers, and my hardening eight inch shaft flopped back to my belly. My knot wasn't yet out, but the strain was killing me. She looked up with a seductive grin as she wrapped her left paw around my member, gently stroking and pulling on it. Once my knot was out, I let out a relieved sigh that was replaced by a moan once she squeezed it.
She moved to her knees at my side and started running that rough tongue over my cock. Those rough spines tickled and teased my shaft as she licked the red meat. One paw remained around the base, squeezing it gently as she started to suck the tip. I could feel her tongue massaging my shaft as she started to bob, the whole time being careful not to knick my thick shaft with one of her fangs.
As she went, I pulled down her pajamas enough to expose her rump and pussy. I started rubbing her clit and fingering her tight hole, alternating between the two as she sucked me off. She would let out occasional whimpers of pleasure when my fingers found her G-spot, which I could find easily after so much time with her.
After some time, I pulled my fingers away from her cunt and went up to her tailhole. She let out a soft gasp around my cock once I started teasing her back door. Soon enough, I pushed my finger in to the second knuckle and started pumping. It wasn't long before a second finger joined the fray.
Right when I was on the brink of release, she pulled away and gave the tip a playful kiss. I took that as my cue to get a condom or two from our room. Sure, she was on the pill, but I like a little assurance. As I stood up, however, she pulled me back down. "Oh, no you don't," she teased. "If we're gonna christen it, we're doing it properly. " I could have said something, but then she lost her shirt. How could I say no to that?" I leaned forward and kissed her again, groping those nice tits of hers and playing with her nipples.
She then stood up and turned around, giving me a nice view of her ass as she bent over and pulled off her pants. All she had on was a lacy pair of pink panties, but all I had to do was pull them off to the side to get what I wanted. My thumbs held open her delicate lips as I leaned in and tasted her honey pot. The sweet lady nectar covered my tongue as I went down on her, tasting every inch of sweet pussy I could. She loved my tongue, especially when it wrapped around her clit of pushed in and out of her tight hole.
After giving her cunt a good tongue lashing, my paws went up to her rump and parted her cheeks. I never really got into rimming until I started dating Peach, and seeing how she reacts when I do it makes me wish I got into it sooner. I started to lick the rim of her tailhole, which made her tail fur stand on end. I used my thumbs to stretch the entrance a little before making my licks a little more vigorous, up until I pushed it inside and wiggled around. Hearing her mrowl like a cat in heat was music to my ears, and soon my cock started aching for some attention.
I pulled away and gave her another long lick, starting at her clit and running up to her tailhole. Once I backed away, she laid on the far end of the couch. As I stripped off my shirt she started massaging my cock in her feet. I moaned out and gripped her feet around my cock before thrusting up into them slowly. She giggled when I let go to take off my pants, and she continued with the foot job until I was naked.
I kneeled between her legs and pulled off her panties before mounting over her. With a couple more kisses, I started to rub my tip against her entrance. A gentle push and my cock tip was surrounded with her tight, warm pussy. I slowly thrusted in until my knot was against her lips. I gave slow and gentle thrusts at first, letting her feel my entire hard shaft. At times I would push in my knot and pull it out slowly, since it wasn't yet thick enough to tie her.
I would often switch my stance as we fucked, but for now she remained on her back. I would be up on my knees with her legs split on my shoulders or around my waist, or propped up on my arms so I could get long and powerful thrusts, or I would be chest-to-chest with her for some slow and intimate time.
We soon ended up with one of her legs lifted onto my shoulder, with one of my paws on her thigh and the other on one of her breasts. I was thrusting hard and fast when she yelled out, "I'm cumming!" I wasn't too far behind her, so I started shortening and quickening my thrusts. I tried to hold back, but the instant she cried out and squeezed my cock in orgasmic bliss, I knew I didn't have time to think it over. I let her leg drop from my shoulder and pulled out quickly. One paw went around my knot and squeezed hard, sending me through an intense orgasm. Rope after rope of hot, sticky dog cum shot from my cock, covering her belly and pelvis with my load.
Once we started coming down from cumming, she slowly moved to all fours in front of me and started sucking my cock clean of my cum and her juices. I rolled my head back and moaned out as my still sensitive cock shot a couple more ropes into her mouth, which she swallowed down. I was still hard and ready to go, and I could tell she was too.
From there, we went into what could only be described as a marathon. Any position we could think of doing on the couch we did. We started to sixty-nine to clean each other off before she bent over the arm rest. That time I came inside her, but I held back from tying her. Then she rode me as I laid down, then again reverse-cowgirl as I sat on the couch. That load I fired off all over her ass and back. That led to her lying on her belly on the couch, or "the log," as I like to call it.
After another quick rimming, I lined up my cock with her tailhole. My knees went around her hips, one paw on her shoulder and one around my member. I took it easy on her at first until she was used to it. Then I started to give it to her my knot hadn't yet gone down from my last orgasm, so I couldn't push it in and out. Still, her muscular ass cheeks squeezed my knot well enough to make me fill up her ass. I didn't stop after cumming, so I rolled her on top of me and continued fucking her tight rear entrance. I held around her knees as I fucked her to another orgasm for us both.
I'd say we spent an hour christening the couch in any position to think of, only taking time to breath once every so often. We would switch between holes once every so often, and at times would stop to clean each other up. We ended up with her on top again, with me sitting on the couch normally and her riding my still hard cock. My lips were wrapped around one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling as she rode me. By this time, I lost track of how many times we came. As we came to the verge again, I couldn't hold back this time. I grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto my knot. She yelped out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but with my knot grinding her G-spot it wasn't long before she cried out and clamped around it, trapping her on top of me.
How either of us managed to go so long without passing out is still beyond me. Another thing that is beyond me is how we managed to go this long without noticing the curtains for the patio door were open, exposing everything we were doing to the tenants in the opposite building. I just happened to look over to see at least fifteen people watching us. Hell, even the gay couple in the next building was watching us. Why I don't know, but I guess nobody could pass up a show like this.
Peach also noticed a couple seconds after me. She screamed quickly and tried to pull away to no avail. The more she moved, the longer my knot was going to stay inside her. "Peach, Peach, relax!" I said. It took a little more struggling for her to realize she can't get away. Then we started to laugh about it. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I stood up with her in my arms. Some people in our audience waved, and I gave them a thumbs up before shutting the curtain.
"Ugh, I think we've done enough christening," I moaned, plopping back on the couch with the last of my energy spent.
She laughed and kissed me. "Oh god, I hope we don't end up on the internet..."