Brotherly
So after a long while I am back. It took me a while to finish this off as school has finally caught up with me but expect more next month...so long as I am not doing commissions or playing Fallout 3. Also if you are interested in any type of commissioned story from me I am open for the right price.
- * * "You bastard, you suck ass!" The Young cougar shouted as he friend left him behind as he ran for the end of the level. Before he could catch up however his Tiger friend had already finished the level leaving the cougar to face the last boss and all his minions. At first he did a pretty good job keeping them all at bay and at one moment he looked as it he was going to win, but he was soon overwhelmed. The cougar spiked the controller on his friend's bed and stared at him with intense hatred only to be returned with a sheepish smile and a light chuckle. "You're a son of a bitch Sam, you know that?" "Oh come on Paul, it's just a game." "Yeah, a game we have been working on together for a week; you promised you'd help me beat it so I can get my gamer score up. Now you're just being a prick because you like to see me angry." The Tiger laughed as he reached over to his night stand and picked up his beer, swigging the last bit down and giving a pleased sigh afterwards. When he turned to look at his cougar friend he saw his angry stare still on his face and burst out laughing, unable to hold it in anymore. The cougar however was not amused, shaking his head as he sighed and looked back at the TV with the words "Game Over" written in white on the black background, taking this moment to finish his bottle of beer as well. "You know if that Otter bitch you're fucking was more of a freak maybe you wouldn't be such an ass..." With that comment the Tiger stopped laughing and looked at his friend with an annoyed and a bit perturbed expression. He pushed his friend back onto his bed as an expression of his own distaste for what the Cougar had said, "Her name is Katy, she is not a bitch she is my girl friend and if you say so much as a word about her like that again I will kill you're dumb ass, you got that!?" The Cougar sat up and adjusted his t-shirt and hat as they exchanged serious looks for a moment before the Cougar cracked a smile and started laughing, joined soon after by the Tiger. "That was a good one. I might have believed you if you hadn't told me about how you wake up in the mornings and say 'I put my dick in you' before slapping her with your flaccid wang before sneaking out." "Hey man, sometimes you gotta make a show so the bitch don't feel like she's dating an asshole." "To bad you are an asshole." "She don't know that yet." "The key word is yet, you know you ought to find a female that you want to date rather then just fuck. I mean it's worked for me in the past." "Shut you're lonely, single, Cougar ass up and get us some more beers from the fridge; I am far to sober for this conversation or even to think about trying this crappy game again." The Cougar sighed as he stood up, making sure to right himself and take things slow, three beers in an hour can make things feel a bit off, but three beers and three shots of tequila can make a door way start to wobble and stairs a difficult obstacle. He cleared his throat and forced himself to concentrate though and carefully made his way out of his friend's room, down the stairs and into the brightly lit kitchen. As he opened the fridge and looked about for the rest of their beer he felt as if something was off. There was something about that room that was out of place, but his mind wasn't functioning at full capacity at that moment so he decided to stick to the task at hand and grab the beers, place them on the kitchen island before looking about the room for the issue. As he looked about the room he didn't see anything different until he heard someone clear their throat nearby. Try as he might he couldn't even find the source of the throat clearing so he eventually closed the fridge door to reveal the young and now pissed step sister of Sam's, Julia. The Cheetahess was dressed in a long white shirt that went to her knees and her long black hair that came down to the small of her back was combed down straight and wet. In her Paws were a bowl of strawberries and a glass of milk. Paul had always thought his friends sister was attractive sleek and curvy, not necessarily busty though. Yet the fact that she was like a sister to him he never even thought of doing anything with her let alone coming on to her. That was until that night. Paul gave her a drunken smile, "Sorry, I'm drunk. Didn't see you there." Though Julia tried to keep an angry look on her face, the squinting and sloppily dressed Cougar was just too funny a sight for her to stay angry and she burst out laughing, "This I can see, those beers are yours?" He nodded only the way a drunken idiot would nod, with way over the top head motions up and down and an idiotic smile still plastered on his face. "Yep, you want one pretty sis?" She smiled and shook her head at his current state, "Sure why not Bro Two." 'Bro Two' was her nickname for the Cougar seeing as he hung out with her real brother enough that even her parents treated him like their second son. The Cougar handed Julia one of the beers on the island, "here take mine, I need to slow down anyways. Gotta drive home tonight, unless you want me staying in you're room again." He had stayed over in a drunken state once before and to his friends surprise found Paul the next morning snuggled up with his sister. Nothing happened of course, but it was a little story that her real brother liked to bring up when ever she talked about not finding any good guys at her school. She smiled and chuckled a bit in response, not really wanting to answer the awkward question; instead she placed her food stuff down, took the beer, twisted the beers cap off and tossed it aside. She then put it to her lips and began chugging the yellowish brown liquid. When she brought the bottle away from her lips and gave a satisfactory "Ah," there was only half a beer left but a big smile on both their lips. "So I guess that's a maybe?" She chuckled and patted Paul's shoulder, "Only if you keep giving me free beer." "I thought that was the only way to keep you quiet about us drinking and not telling your folks?" Well give me enough and I might just do both for you," she laughed along with her Cougar friend as she gave him a peck on the cheek and put the half finished beer down on the island. She then picked up her food products once more and walked away up the stairs giving him a tiny wave as she disappeared from his sight. Paul watched her go paying close attention to her curvy and swaying butt as she went, tequila always brought out the horny bastard in him, but it could be kept in check if he cared to, he just didn't care to while watching the young Cheetah fem walk off. After he heard a slam of a door he picked up the remaining beer and proceeded up the stairs and back into his friend's room. Julia sighed as she entered her room illuminated only by the paused glow of the TV. She put down the food stuff on her nightstand and leaned against the closed door. That was close; she hadn't expected Paul of all creatures to come down in the middle of her experimentation. She lifted her shirt and stared at he whipped cream she had carefully applied to her bare and sleek feline snatch. She had been trying different things to change up the normal masturbatory routine. Julia wanted to find a male she could do these things with but all she found were either nerd's who wanted to get off with her rather then make love or idiots who were more obsessed with their hair then with even the notion of sex. She had taken to different kinds of kinks to see if she enjoyed any of them solo just in case a male came into her life who she could share her experiences with. She crawled into her overstuffed bed once more taking off her shirt revealing her naked body, her smallish breasts, her slim waist and wide hips. She then proceeded with her experiment taking a strawberry, dipping it in the milk and then carefully running the tip through the whipped cream, shivering as she went. The berry carved a trough in the cream revealing her slowly exposing clit and leaking sex. As she took a sensual bite into the strawberry she moaned, tasting her own juices on the deliciously red fruit. She sighed and moaned as she continued the food manipulation not bothering to restart the sappy romance movie she had on for atmosphere, now acting better as mood lighting. As she carefully cleaned her sex with each strawberry, causing her to elicit moans and yips of pleasure each time she caressed her sensitive flesh. As she did this she overheard the two males in the next room discussing their female situations. Though they were a bit drowned out by the sound of gunfire and cries of death from their video game she was able to make out most of their conversation. "Dude, don't be getting on my sister like that!" "Dude, I just said she's hot. Any chick who can gulp down half a brew in seconds is awesome in my book, that coupled with that smoking figure of hers and her real personality makes her a catch most males only dream of getting." "She's my sister ass, she's like a sister to you too!" "Naw man I'm just saying she shouldn't have problems finding a good male." "Well she is, she keeps saying that all the guys at her school suck ass." "Dude I've seen her school, the only thing good about it is the chicks are forced to wear skirts. The dudes are either retarded or total nerds, the teachers are frigid old male hating dykes and the principle is about as accommodating as Adolf Hitler. She's like a rose being choked by thorns there." "If you call my sister a rose one more time I'm gonna choke you!" "...she's a rose I wanna pick." "That's it!" After that she heard a struggle, the sounds of bodies slamming against the ground and against walls, the rattling of glass and eventually silence. "Sam, you are a terrible wrestler." "Let me go!" "Thought you were gonna choke me?" "Now I'm gonna chop you're nuts off" "That's not much incentive for me to let you go." "Fine, I won't do anything, you've got a right to think our sister is hot, there, you happy now you gay son of a bitch or should I oil myself up for round two?" "Sam Just because you are a weak pathetic creature doesn't mean I'm gay, but if I was gay I wouldn't hang out with someone with no fashion sense like you." Strange things happened as she heard her brother and surrogate brother talk and eventually fight over her, something about the nature of their struggle turned her on. The fact that Paul was not only calling her attractive but able to beat her strong brother in a wrestling match over it turned on the cheetah as she continued to manipulate her messy and now slick sex. As she felt her building climax looming she thought of the Cougars arms wrapping her up in an embrace as his spined cock was slipping in to her nearly completely untouched sex. She gasped at the imaginary member slipping in and out, sending sheets of electricity to her head. As she feverishly worked her clit she imagined Paul shooting loads of sticky hot cum into her waiting snatch. She slumped on to her oversized yellow pillow as she felt her muscles spasm for a quick moment, coming down from her climax and basking in the empty afterglow of the masturbatory release. As sweet an image as him ravaging her was, that's all it was, an image. She sat in the illuminated darkness a feeling of emptiness in her stomach and a longing, not for sex but to be held and to cuddle with someone. It was in this moment, this depressing moment after an amazing high, that she realized Paul was her only hope for any real relationship sexual or otherwise. Her mind struggled through out the night with the idea that a male she saw as a brother was someone she could see as a lover. The conflicting images confused her as she tried to make sense of the situation. Eventually, as she was lulling off to sleep her brain clicked with a possible solution, if she wanted Paul she would have to make him a male not a relative. As her brain started to switch into rest mode the situation to make that happen fluttered through what was left of her waking mind and with that she went to sleep. There would be a lot to plan and a lot of rest needed. ============================================================================== Julia closed the door as she breathed a sigh of relief. She was a junior in High School and unlike her brother, who had graduated from a public school, went to a private catholic school. Her mom wanted her little cub to have a better education so her step father paid for her to go to an exclusive academy. It was a point of pride for her mother and step father that they could shell out enough cash to send her to an exclusive school and she could keep up with the course load. She wasn't dumb by any standards but she did struggle with the work load and that's where Paul came in. The day after her food experiment she came to him and asked if he could help her with a history paper she had to write by the next week since he was looking to get a history degree when he transferred into a four year college. He agreed to do what he could and she scheduled a time with him, alone when no one else in the house, not ever her brother. It was there she was going to put on the moves; the only thing was she had to write the paper before he got there later that day. The first thing she did was loosen her tie, it was a strange school where males and females had to wear ties, button down dress shirts and school issued blazers, the only real difference between males and females was the skirt, females were required to wear a regulation skirt at all times. The next thing she did was kick off her damned skirt, it did nothing for her figure, flattening out her butt while only really showing off her calf muscles, not only a pain in the ass to wear but it was ugly as sin. She always wore a pair of hot pants under her skirt as well since more then once the guys would try and sneak a peak below, and it was comfortable to wear around the house when you didn't want to go naked. So sighed once more as she realized even though she was tired and bored out of her mind as she was already she had to finish that paper if she wanted any chance at Paul. So with a huff she dragged herself up to her room and started writing. She was able to finish before Paul was going to show up which gave her a great opportunity to slip out of her clothes, wash up, eat and slip on something discreet but less formal. In fact as she had just finished tying her long hair into a pony tail she heard the door bell ring. She quickly steeled her self and calmly walked down the stairs. As she opened the door Paul noticed something right off the bat, he had never seen her in a tank top and boxers, it wasn't strange to see a girl in that attire but it wasn't something he had ever seen her wear and he'd seen her naked on a few accidental occasions. "Hey, you still need help with that paper?" he asked apprehensively. She smiled, attempting to reassure the confused Cougar and nodded, "Actually yeah, come on in. Thanks again for swinging by, I know its out of the way for you now that you live downtown." She stepped aside and let Paul walk in as he removed his hat and sniffed the air. "No problem, I use it as an excuse to see the folks when I'm not with that asshole you call a brother." He looked around for the source of a mysterious smell, it was like burning flowers or something, but there was no obvious smoke. "You burning flowers or incense or something like that?" She looked at him confused, she didn't smell anything and she certainly didn't light flowers on fire. "No, but I can't smell a thing, you think its anything dangerous?" She asked honestly hoping it was nothing she needed him before she went insane with loneliness. He looked around shrewdly the smell still emanating from somewhere but no signs of anything really dangerous. "Naw it's probably just a trick smell or something. So what is this paper you have to write?" She sighed in relief responding, "It's a five pager on this diary of a monk who rode with Charlemagne, it's like his Biography or something." "Hagiography." "What?" "It's the two lives of Charlemagne, it's a Hagiography." "Ok..." He shook his head with a sigh, "A Hagiography is the biography of a saint, since it was written by a monk it was written in the style of what he knew how to write, Hagiography. It also shows how they thought of him more as a saintly figure then just an ordinary King or Chieftain." She nodded in agreement some what amazed by the knowledge possessed by the cougar who, when ever she saw him, was either drunk or playing videogames all the time. "Yeah so the five pager is our response to the reading, like what we pulled from the text that was significant." Paul scratched his head as Julia closed the door behind them, "You're in High School still right? That sounds like something my professors would give to me..." She shrugged in response as she headed up the stairs, followed closely by Paul. When they reached her room, nothing seemed out of order which put the cougar off even more, nothing seemed wrong and that didn't seem right to him. He shrugged it off as nerves and followed her into the room. She sat down at her computer and offered the Cougar a view of the screen, "So you've already written it?" He asked looking at the desk with papers and books strewn around on top of it. "Yeah, what did you think I asked you here for?" "Well, actually I didn't know. I've never had someone ask me for help on their papers before, well save for friends wanting me to look over papers to see if they made sense." "Could you just do that for me then?" She asked in a cutesy voice as she stood up from chair and offered it to Paul. He shrugged and took a seat pulling the chair closer to the screen as he began to read. While he was concentrated on the screen she quietly closed the door and with a grin on her face removed her boxers, revealing her already moistening sex, and tossing the useless underwear to the side. She then approached Paul's back, gently rubbing his shoulders with her paws as she hung over him. The smell he had smelt earlier grew much stronger for some reason as he heard the door close behind him; he was able to pick it out as well. It smelled like his mom would smell when he was younger and she carried him in her arms. It actually made him a bit nostalgic as he continued to read but it wasn't anything to fret about at least. When she started massaging his shoulders however he did become a little unnerved, but that feeling passed soon enough as well. It wasn't unusual to have her give him backrubs after all, she liked to give them to not only him, but her brother and her father, she felt like she was the family psychologist and tried to make everyone happy with each other when ever she could, a trait he admired in the young cheetah. "Paul do you know how old I am?" The question caught him off guard as he was trying to concentrate on the verbiage of her paper, "Um, seventeen, right?" "Yep and you're nineteen right?" "Twenty in July, why'd you ask? "No reason...do you remember the night I downed that beer?" "That half a beer?" "Yeah" "Yeah, vaguely why?" "I was listening to you and Sam's argument about me being hot or not..." He froze, 'she heard that? Oh I knew this was a fucking trap, now my ass is dead she's gonna make me feel like a complete douche,' he thought as he stiffened like a board. "You...you heard that?" "Yep" "Oh..." "No, no, I'm not mad at you or anything. Actually I'm kind of glad you did what you did, you called me a catch and then fought Sam over your right to call me that, like you're my knight in shinning armor but your cougar in sloppy clothes..." She giggled the last part out relaxing Paul some but he could still tell something was fishy. "What are you saying Julia?" She took a deep breath as she went for broke, "I like you Paul, you're sweet, smart, funny and mostly attractive, I mean you're no model of masculine beauty but you've got a cute face. I've been having the damnedest time trying to find a male that doesn't just want sex or want someone to hang off his arm. Not that I don't like sex, or haven't had it before its just I haven't found someone to share it with, some one who is excited about me not just sticking his dick in me you know what I'm saying?" That was a bit too much information for Paul at that moment; she was his best friend's sister, and seventeen. Everything about this situation was wrong, but at the same time it wasn't. Though she was seventeen it wasn't like she was a cub, she would be eighteen by the end of the year, and she was attractive, he'd seen that since she started becoming a real female. He'd also not exactly been hitting homeruns in the relationship department, when ever he'd get close enough for anything serious she'd loose interest. His own internal dialogue was clouded, part of him saw this as a blessing in disguise and then there was this other part of him that kept saying the obvious, she was his best friends sister, her mother and step father were like second parents to him and if he even laid a paw on her in that way he would be crucified. "Paul, are you ok?" "Yeah, sorry I was just...thinking, I understand what you are saying it's just..." "Paul, look at me." "What?" "This is important enough for you to look at me when you are talking." He had always had an issue with talking with people while not looking at them, not that he wasn't listening to them, but that he just never would look at them. So he turned the swivel chair around to have a real conversation with the cheetahess and what did he see but a completely naked Julia lying in her bed with a dumb grin on her face. "Julia...I...well...fuck you're freaking naked and this is hard. You're my best friend's sister...and you're naked.... Oh...you're folks are like a second set of parents to me and....your still naked...god damn it...ah fuck it!" He trailed off as he pulled his shirt off and nearly leaped onto the prone female. "That was unexpected..." Julia laughed as she ran a paw through his bangs with a victorious smile on her muzzle. "You're hot, naked and telling me you want me. I'm single, attracted to you and haven't had sex in a year. I want to try and rationalize this and tell you it's a mistake but you obviously went to great lengths to get me here for this purpose. So I'm going to accommodate you, but we need to talk about anything more permanent when you're not naked, hot and asking me to put my penis in you." That was about as rational as he was going to get at that point as he quickly wrapped his arms around the curvy cheetah and brought her muzzle to his in a passionate kiss. "That's...fair...enough" she said through the kiss as one of her paws roamed the cougars back and the other traversed his short brown hair. He smelled like he hadn't taken a shower that day but she didn't mind, she was finally going to get some action from a real male who she could respect and love. Mostly though she was going to have someone to snuggle with afterwards, since both her parents were out for two days and her brother was taking his Otter 'girl friend' to her parents beach house with 'all' of her 'friends.' So she had the cougar from then till Saturday if she wanted to skip school the next day, which might have been a good idea the way this evening was panning out, they could really have more time together. he quickly tried to work his pants down with her feet, managing to get the button undone and pull them down a bit but not far. Paul quickly took note of this, mostly of her rather dexterous feet, and pulled both his pants and underwear off and kicked them to the side. Now they both were completely naked, ready for the next stage. Julia reluctantly broke the kiss as they stared at each other, lust in their eyes and breath coming short. She then crawled down the cougar's pudgy form and got to his already half mast member. She wasn't inexperienced with fellatio at all. She had several boy friends before, almost all of them demanding service from her and while none of them lasted more then a month she had lots of practice with them in that time period. So as she brought her skilled paw to his rising and rubbery spined flesh, carefully stroking and teasing the poor cougar, she was rewarded with moans and globs of pre that formed at his tip, leaking down in drops to aid her in her paw job. After he was good and erect the cheetahess then gave the rough dick a lick with her rough tongue causing Paul to shiver with delight. She teased him with her tongue for a few more moments, feeling the pulsing member twitch with delight and frustration, before taking him into her muzzle. The warmth of her muzzle combined with her expert tongue caught Paul off guard. He tried to muster his stamina to resist her master like control over his cock, every fiber of his being desperately trying to ignore him and let go right there. But his stamina won out in the end, managing to hold on for several minutes before he felt he had done his duty as a male, "Julia...you might want to...I'm gonna...blow any..." She understood what he was trying to tell her but she wasn't about to let his first impression of her be one that she wasn't the type to swallow. She didn't love cum and didn't swallow every time but sometimes it's what was called for in the situation, like this one. As he growled and began to shoot sticky ropes of seed into her short muzzle she did her best to swallow as much as she could, not focusing on the taste, just the removal of the cum. He wasn't loaded with juices, as most males weren't who ever pawed themselves off at any regular basis, so she was able gulp him all down with little to no problem. Afterwards she wiped her muzzle clean with the back of her arm and looked up at her new lover, still enwrapped in the throws of orgasm. She climbed back up to him and licked his muzzle to get him back from bliss. He blinked and looked over at the cheetah fem beside him as she smiled at him, giggling at his reaction to her skilled maw. He had heard her complain about how much her other boy friends had forced her to go down on them and never return the favor, but he had no idea she had turned what was a nuisance into a fine art. "You're better then I could have ever imagined, I'm kind of glad those douchebag ex's of yours had you do that so often, you're a freaking master...er um mistress, no master, master at the art of blow jobs." She laughed as she patted his chest softly, "Well I mean I wouldn't mind if you called me Mistress of the blow job, or just plain old Mistress." She ended her statement with a suggestive wink and a soft rub on his furred chest. He smiled back, inspiration coming to him in that moment, "well then Mistress Julia I guess I'll just have to do my best at returning the favor..." With that he disappeared, crawling his way down her legs and positioning himself for a quid pro quo. He was still very much a novice at oral sex, never practicing because he never asked for his previous partners to even attempt the practice on him, thus no need to return the favor. He did have a skilled paw though; he always wanted to make sure the female in his life was well oiled for the grand finale. aul gently glided two digits into her semi lubricated sex. She wasn't dripping but he could tell she was aroused, strangely though as he slipped the paw fingers in that smell smacked him in the face once more, 'why does she smell like mom?' his thought, as the smell was killing his mood. He tried to ignore it and keep to the business at hand, working his fingers around and finding her G-spot rather quickly, eliciting a gasp from Julia as she brought a paw finger to her muzzle, biting down on it slightly. He noted, as he brought his face down to her quivering flesh, that her musk wasn't the same as the previous smell. This was a fact that both relieved and puzzled the cougar whose rationality was slowly giving way to lust and desire to solve the smell issue quickly being replaced with the task before him. He brought his tongue to her 'hood,' her clit still slightly shielded from the heat of the moment. She gasped once more as his rough tongue found its way over her sensitive clit. She usually stopped males when they tried it, since they caused more pain then pleasure in their feeble attempts, but Paul was different. He had been around plenty of female crotches before and while it wasn't amazing it was still the best attempted cunnilingus she had ever received and she was enjoying that fact. A paw came down to the back of the cougars head as he felt the cheetahess ride the wave of her first orgasm, she clenched and relaxed as he breath became short and stagnant. The cougar kept up his valiant try at returning the favor, managing to squeeze out another orgasm from the aroused Julia before she put a stop to his affections. She pulled his head away from her crotch and tilted his head up to gaze into her eyes. He saw the pleasure in her eyes and the desire of the young cheetah female for more then just his amateur talents as a tongue lasher. He sighed and tried to smile at the horny cheetah fem, positioning himself in the missionary position over his best friend's sister, but he hesitated at making that final plunge into her depths. He looked at Julia with a look of concern and awareness of the situation, hoping that she would realize herself what she was doing. Unfortunately for the cougar's conscience all he got in return was a look of determination and lust, she wanted to be his and there was little of Julia to be reasoned with that wasn't silently screaming at the cougar to take the plunge. He took a deep breath before slowly and carefully entering the waiting sex of the anxious Julia. She growled out her approval to her lover, though he wasn't a monster in size he wasn't a mouse either. Her lack of real sexual activity made her passage nice and tight for the new invader and they both enjoyed the feeling of each others sensitive flesh rubbing against one another creating the gloriously wet friction that drove their wanton lust. As Paul hilted him self into the young cheetah fem he moaned and clenched his eyes feeling her young flesh constrict around his pulsing rod. Julia sighed, as she felt the cougar's balls slowly slapped her outer walls. The feel of the Male buried into her warm flesh brought a smile to her muzzle. Though he wasn't as big or muscular as she had imagined in her fantasies the feel of him in her rather unused sex more then made up for his shortcomings. They stayed there for a moment, breath coming short, looking into each other's eyes. Paul couldn't believe he was screwing his best friend's sister but what was more surprising that it was such a turn on. Plowing his best friend's sister was amazing, but the real winner was Julia whose plans had worked out perfectly. She smiled up at him and brought a paw to his cheek bringing his muzzle down to hers. They embraced in a loving kiss for a few moments before she moaned as he pulled his member free from her sex, the feel of the rubbery spines caressing the sensitive inside of her sex. He sighed as he pulled his feline cock out of her warm sex. But as his shaft pulled out, leaving just his head at her entrance a realization hit the hormone filled cougar, his eyes widened and his moth dropped open, staring down at his unprotected feline cock that had just plunged into the cheetahess's depths. "Oh god, I don't have a condom on...oh shit!" His petrified expression of terror at the realization that he might have just impregnated his best friends sister was priceless for Julia. In fact the sight was too much for her to keep in and started laughing hysterically. She had been on the pill since she was fourteen, her mother insisted on it since she caught her making out with her first boy friend with her shirt and bra off. In fact she had mentioned this fact to the cougar on many occasions when she came to him for advice she couldn't ask from her brother or father who would eviscerate the males in question. Paul almost felt offended as the cheetah chick wrapped a paw around her belly and her other paw over her eyes. She was taking this sudden terror on his part very, very lightly and it started to piss him off. Before he could vocalize his anger however Julia managed to spit out, "I am...haha...I am on the pill idiot! How many times did I tell...haha...tell you that story about my mom walking in on me and Steve? Haha...God...I love you, you big dumb cat!" He let out a huge sigh of relief and brought a paw to his chest to try and catch his breath since he'd been holding it since his realization. He then wiped his brow as a physical expression of his relief. "Girl you freaked me the hell out. I had a vision of your brother and father castrating me with their claws before you mom crushed my head in." She took in a deep breath as she collected herself for a moment and cleared her throat, "Well, unless you want me to castrate you with my claws I'd keep going. I didn't tell you to stop." He looked down at her and seeing her serious expression with a playful smile splattered on her muzzle displaying her sharp claws. He nodded and smiled back giving her a wink and a mock salute, "Yes Mistress Julia!" She giggled a bit at his goofiness but the giggle soon turned into a moan as he started thrusting back into her. He quickly picked up the pace, getting the feel for her loosening sex under the onslaught of his feline pole. He quickened his pace, thrusting deeper and harder into the spotted feline. As time went on her breath started to became short as her world seemed to slow down; the rhythmic humping of Paul into her seemed to mimic her own heart beat. Soon she gripped the sheets gritted her teeth and wrapped her legs and tail around his butt to get as close as she could to her lover. She held back the inevitable as she praised Paul silently as she started to feel something she had never felt during sex before, a rising orgasm. He also held back his inevitable, the warmth of her young snatch too much for the out of practice cougar. Each thrust he made was a test of endurance, though he was pudgy and out of shape his physical appearance belied his sexual stamina, even after being out of practice he held on for a remarkable time. The last straw came as she wrapped herself tight around his frame, constricting her walls tightly around his intruding cock and he let himself go. As he weakly roared and released his essence into her tight passage she let herself go experiencing her first joint orgasm. They both growled and roared their passions away and content at their performance collapsed onto one another snuggling close. They lay there in the afterglow of the sex catching their breath and enjoying the feel of their fur matted together with sweet and sex juices. After a few moments of the afterglow she wrapped her arms around the larger cougar and nuzzled his resting muzzle over her shoulder. "That was amazing Paul, you know I've never...well got off during sex before." He propped himself up and looked into her eyes with a questioning look, "You're serious?" If this was it would be a point of pride for the young cougar, not many males could say they gave an experienced female their first orgasm during sex. She gave a sheepish smile as she avoided his gaze and nodded, it isn't easy to admit as much sex as she had previously had sex, and she hadn't been fulfilled as she was with him. As she thought about it she realized that it wasn't actually that embarrassing to admit that she found a male she liked and could satisfy her and her smile shifted from being embarrassed to being one of pride. He grinned back, confidant in his victory. Paul also decided that if she was being truthful he should also be honest, "That...that was the first time I...well I came with someone else at the same time..." This time it was her time to be skeptical looking at the cougar over her with a raised eyebrow, "seriously?" "Well yeah...not the first time I've gotten my partner off during it I swear just the first time I've...come together with someone else." She smiled and rubbed his cheek with her paw giggling at his admission, "Well I'm glad we both had a first, perhaps you should break another cherry and get a shower for once." He sighed and looked sheepishly realizing he did smell even before he started with the sex. She continued to giggle as she finished her comment with a wink, "maybe your first shower with someone hotter then that rubber duck." He chuckled in response his expression one of anticipated joy. It was then that he saw an opportunity to ask the somewhat embarrassing question as the familiar scent wafted across his nose. "This may sound stupid, but why do you smell like my mom?" She just looked at him as he asked the weird question, "What!?" "You smell like my mom. I mean when I was younger and I used to bury my muzzle into my mom's fur she used to smell a specific way and you smell like that." She looked for a moment before realization hit her, "It's the perfume!" "Perfume? I mean you never smelled like that before." "No it's this thing that's supposed to be a...well a turn on for cougar males. I found it in a garage sale a while ago. No one has used it in a while but I just thought its worth a shot you know...for this." He laughed at her definition, at the thought that his mom used it when she was younger, the fact that once again a false aphrodisiac was sold to insecure females and lastly that Julia thought that she needed something other then that smoking body and her intelligence to get him to want to go through with it. "Well...haha...it doesn't work, please promise me you'll never use it again," he collected himself a bit as he finished his sentence, "but any time you are hot, naked and want a dick in you I'll be there...after we talk about this of course." She chuckled and nodded, "of course..."