Molly's Big Night (prt. 1)
Writer's Note- This is a first draft, please help me improve upon it with your comments and editing. Thank you and Enjoy -Kira
Molly picked up her wide paddle brush from the cluttered bathroom counter. Gingerly she parted her soft white hair to the left, careful no to catch on the new earrings that sparkled in her furry ears. Molly admired the simple blue studs and thought on how they made her look cuter, as they matched the blue of her eyes. She set down the paddle brush and exchanged it for a stiff wire brush and set about grooming the rest of her.
She looked at herself in full length mirror. She had just gone to the groomers the other day, especially for tonight. She had Harry trim her down for spring and even let him convince her to style her pubic fur. She stood only about five foot nine, though she could manage an extra few inches when she arched her feet more than usual. She fixed her hair so that it fell over her shoulders more, then squished her breasts together for more cleavage and struck a sexy pose.
Molly did a few more poses in the mirror and admired her body as it was. Dark grey fur outlined the soft, milky white of her tummy. Her breasts, while not large, still constituted a good handful each. More over, Molly was proud that she wasn't of those scrawny poles that bugged her at work by ordering nothing but water and some tasteless greens. No, Molly was, as she had put herself, deliciously curvatious and had hips that could kill.
She ran her hands over her body and noticed with pleasure that Harry was right, that little triangle of fur the he had left longer than the rest really was sexy. There was just one thing that didn't seem to fit. Molly looked down her stomach and between her legs. Hidden, for the time being, in its little furry cocoon was her very own penis.
Molly had absolutely nothing against her member; in fact she loved it and the pleasure it could bring her, especially when she played with her cunny or tail-hole at the same time. The problem was just that it never seemed to fit anywhere else in her life. She had to change in the stall or the other girls would stare and tease her and she certainly wasn't allowed to shower with them. Then there were all the issues with clothing, underwear and swimsuits where almost always a nightmare.
Molly shook her head. She didn't need to worry about any of that tonight. Tonight was going to be special. Tonight she was going to get the best both sexes had to offer, and they were going to get the best of her.
Emma was a beautiful grey wolf that she had met when they both were little. They had been great friends and still were. Molly sat as she thought about watching Emma grow up and blossom into the gorgeous creature she was now with her full hips, her luscious fur, soft brown eyes, and that delicious rump.
Molly's inner self drooled with lust and desire as she thought about her own exploits with the sassy she-wolf. Their first explorations of their sexuality played through memory as she moved to her dressing table and went about lacing the corset that she had laid out for tonight.
It was shortly after the start of their senior year at Treeshade Academy. The two friends found them selves unable to sleep and curious about sex with another girl. Even now, two years later, Molly could still feel the kiss tingling on her lips; the feel of Emma's soft mouth against her own; the sweet and musky scent that belonged solely to the young wolf.
As all of these sensory memories flooded over Molly again, she found herself massaging her own supple breasts and breathing heavily. She remembered how wonderful if felt to tease and to pleasure a pair of breast that weren't her own and to feel it all returned.
Molly's eyes closed and she began to moan softly to herself. He left hand slid down over her corset and raked through her little 'love triangle' before it found her yearning sex. Slowly she rubbed her middle finger along her slit, pressing a little harder with each pass until the flesh finally parted and exposed the bright pink that shone slick and tender in the ambient light.
She gasped as she felt her finger probe her sensitive cunny with only the slightest resistance against the intrusion. Her hips bucked involuntarily as her retracted her finger and felt the sticky sweet fluids coat her finger and trace lewd strands back to their source.
Her hand found that primal rhythm and plucked it out over her g-spot. The alternation of plunge and pull, like waves of sensation, washed over her. Instinctively her thumb curled around the base of her hardening erection. The dual pleasure ushered forth a lusty moan from deep within her. Molly heard this and it echoed a similar moan from her past.
Molly was sure that no one would be in the showers this late at night, and thus, it was safe for her. She had just stepped under the torrent of steaming water when she heard a very familiar voice call her name. Molly turned and smiled when she saw Emma's nude form walking seductively towards her. It was only then Molly realized that her secret had just been exposed in an all too literal way.
Terror and embarrassment crashed into her like a tidal wave. She turned form her life long friend and did her best to hide herself. She feared the worst, but instead she felt Emma's gently guided her into a loving embrace. Their lips met and all traces of fear washed from Molly with the draining water.
The two of them gave into their carnal hunger more than once in that shower room with little more than the churning steam to hide them. Emma showed her the full pleasures that only a woman could offer her. Only one other had ever made molly moan like that.
Molly's body rocked her out of her reminiscing with its demands for more. She braced her back against footboard and hooked her legs over the top. It was only when she was upside down like this that she could accommodate her kink for tasting her own cum.
Lost to her lust for self gratification she devoted one hand to each of her burning sexes. Each stroke and pass brought her further into her passion, glistening strands of pre-cum dripped like syrup from the tip of her throbbing cock to her eagerly panting tongue. It was salty and musky, but not with out a certain earthy spice to it. Again she moaned out and wished that she could draw another along with her hunger for release.
Her mind called up the young wolf, Kira. He was tall and lithe, with a grace to his stride that proudly displayed his tone figure and taunt musculature. She loved to watch him swimming, just to see that snow white fur cling to his body, and that little black Speedo would all but advertise his generous package. However, it was his eyes that really drove her wild.
They were a vibrant blue, like glacial ice, outlined by the stark black of the fur that surrounded his eyes and marked his eyebrows and ears. She remembered those deep, loving eyes looking into her own when she felt adventurous hands exploring her body, gently raking through her grey fur.
Kira was always a generous and caring lover and certainly her first. He didn't even seem surprised by her aroused member. In fact, he almost seemed like he expected it, like every girl was supposed to have a penis. He never shied from it and even tried his hand at fellatio couple of times. He wasn't very good at it, but he certainly made up for it with his killer hand jobs.
Furiously, Molly pounded her clenched fist over the length of her pulsating cock, imagining that is was that white wolf working her over. Her other hand worked two fingers in and out of her lustful cunt like a piston. She imagined Emma's paws working her over along with Kira. One always focused on one of her sensitive organs, bringing her ever closer to an explosive release.
She could feel her orgasm crescendo closer and closer to their grand finally as her phantasmal lovers stroked and fingered her in perfect primal rhythm. She cried out their names, called them to fuck her and to take it deep. She demanded for them to thrust harder, faster. She begged them to make her cum; to let her cum.
She let loose with a primal cry. Her back arched as high as it could as gouts of semen erupted from her cock. Waves of pure ecstasy crashed through her like whitecaps in an unrelenting storm. Each cascade sent another thick white stream to splash across her muzzle and waiting maw.
Molly lay there propped against the footboard of her bed listening to her own heavy panting and gradually calming heat beat. She wiped stray ropes of ejaculate from her face and licked them clean as the afterglow faded from her.
She righted her self and took another look in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and her fur was wet and mussed in obvious places. She sighed. 'Guess I'll have to take another shower' she though to her self as she grabbed her towel and returned to the bathroom.