Cheap Entertainment
"Cheap Entertainment" © Sapphire, March 7, 2005
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Talon and Serris were on the couch, deeply engaged in conversation when I got home. Both of them looked up and nodded to me, acknowledging my presence for the brief time that it took for me to get to the bedroom and strip. It always felt like a dream to get my clothes off, as it signaled the ultimate ending of the mundane part of my life and the beginning of my personal world.
My tummy, right on schedule, offered a reminder that it had not been tended to for at least six hours. There was nothing worthwhile in the fridge, but I had to pretend that I was going to cook, else I would mentally chastise myself for hours about it. I knew that the stick of crackers would be more than suitable to tide me over until the next morning, when I'd be able to pick up something a bit nutritious. I'd just retrieved it when I heard the low, anguished moan.
From my vantage point in the kitchen, I could see nothing but the floof of Talon's tail. I kept nibbling on the crackers as I walked up to the couch to see what was going on. Curiosity was indeed one of my species' downfalls, but occasionally it paid off in the form of cheap entertainment.
Their clothes were strewn in front of the couch just as carelessly as I was known for doing it and the scents were intense. She smelled much different than the bunny's chocolate, more akin to cherries or strawberries I would say.
Neither of the skunks noticed me, and I knew that anything that happened in the front room was fair game. They knew exactly where they could go if they needed privacy for their actions. Talon was more like a brother to me in that neither of us had any sexual inclinations toward each other, but I did like the act itself because it was living, breathing art.
His face was buried tightly between her thighs while her paws flailed around to occasionally claw and scritch at her own breasts. Her breasts were showing through her fur, but her eyes were closed. She was definitely unaware of my presence, focused more on the tongue that was treating her quite nicely.
Talon knew I was there, probably since I'd first entered the kitchen. He sent me a mental note of reassurance that it was perfectly fine by him that I watched and not participate. I didn't want to join them, anyway, since he was someone who I'd long since placed on the 'eww' list a long while back.
I wandered around to the other couch so I could get a better view, the cracker stick held gingerly in my paw. At that angle, I was able to see all of her reactions, but his body was pressed tightly down into the couch.
Serris was squirming violently, so hard that I was absolutely sure that the both of them were going to fall off of the large couch at any moment. Her head beat down into the soft cushions, thin dark legs beating the other end while she twisted to get Talon to better angles.
The girl heaved, finally bucking so hard that they indeed did fall off, landing the both of them on the floor with a collectively loud oof. Normally, that might have stopped me, but it only encouraged them. He was slapping her thighs, encouraging his girlfriend to get up just a bit while he climbed over her.
Definitely an art form, though. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear the low penetrating moan that he made, and a noise that was akin to a cat being strangled in some manner. Talon held her tightly, like he was afraid of losing her amid the hard thrashing..
I'd never seen anyone have such out of species moments, but Serris was quite a bit more like a feline than the skunk that she was. Her boyfriend wasn't giving any slack in pounding her, and the noises that she was making drowned out any cool squishy sounds that I might have been privy to hearing.
The scents weren't as muffled as their parts were. Sex was thick in the air as their juices mingled on the carpeted floor. I would be very sympathetic to anyone who managed to accidentally step in it or roll around in it. They didn't care about the positions of their tails, which looked to be in the most uncomfortable positions that they could possibly be in.
Their limbs were getting tangled up on the floor and all around, occasionally blocking my view of their mating. I could see all of the writhing that they were doing, however, and it was something to behold. The surges of energy as they played would rise and fall like the tide, and he would occasionally be forceful about it, sometimes slowing down, trying to treat his girl to the best possible experience that he could.
I couldn't help but react to the tantric energy that they were using. I could feel it all around them like radioactive water, ebbing and flowing and giving an infectious grin to anyone whom it caught within its path. The scents and sounds in the air were becoming more rich, more impassioned. neither of them wanted to stop with the hard pounding, they wanted to make love right there in the middle of the floor.
Fortunately, he had enough foresight to push the tables out of the way of their path while they rolled about to better accommodate their playing. I knew that I'd seen enough, taking my time and wandering back into my room to get more of my personal work done, with the accompaniment of their growls and delight to make my own cheap entertainment.