The Adventures of Mr. Blacksleeve
_Oh my God, I'm having fun with the archives. From the deep, dark depths of my hard drive it crawls, slowly onto my desktop, complete with horrifying syntax, awkward sex scenes, and terrible attempts at comedy.
PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! This is from 2000 and has not aged well. I was in college... there were lots of viewings of Airplane... I may have been drunk. There's a reason I don't try to be funny. Although I remember getting a few very nice emails complimenting me on this story at the time, including one from Rogminotaur, I don't think this will ever make it into my "Best of" anthology. ;)_
The Adventures of Mr. Blacksleeve
A furry whodunnit mystery series presented in glorious black and white
Episode 1 - The Hare Heir Apparent
Original Airdate: 02/21/01
My name is Blacksleeve. Mister Blacksleeve. I'm a private detective, and I'm damn good at it. That's right -- I'm a private dick. I take my clients carefully and don't take "no" for an answer... unless that's what the answer is. Sometimes I'll work for the bad guys. Sometimes it's the police. Usually, it's for the not-so-innocent innocents. Occasionally, yeah, the good guys. If I really have to. I work all kinds of cases. Cheating husbands, cheating wives, smugglers, bad deals, busts... you name it, I've handled them. I know every rotten John, Dick, and Hairy... I mean Harry in this city. And no one ever complains about my assets, skills, or style. No one that matters, anyways.
What do I look like? It's not that important... looks aren't everything. Well, maybe they are. This next case seems to prove that. Anyways, I'm a black furred wolf of average height, weight, look, and build - everything necessary to remain nondescript. In my profession, that's usually a good thing. Even though I'm rather bland looking, that doesn't mean I'm ugly. I've broken my fair share of hearts. I keep 'em in a little safe in my office.
Let me tell you about a case I took once. It involved a mysterious murder and an even more mysterious heir. It seemed to be cut and dry at first, but looks aren't everything. Especially when things started getting heavy and wet. Case File GRAY420, I believe.
* * *
She stepped through the smoke like a warm hot dog through a bowl of cold grease. On the stage, a saxophone player started up, his only accompiament a set of bongo drums. The mystery woman stepped towards me in perfect rhythm with the instruments, making me wonder if I was being set up. As she sat down at the bar next to me, she smiled and the bongos stopped. The sax continued as she lifted one leg up and over her other, crossing them neatly.
Uh oh.
"Buy me a drink?"
The words slipped out of her mouth like honey off a slick pig.
"Sure, sweetie. What'll you have?"
I couldn't resist. She was the most beautiful bunny I'd seen in a while. Silky white fur, an oh-so-cute quivering nose, and a dress that would turn necks 3 blocks away... and probably break a few in the process... she knocked my socks off. They were hanging off of that annoying sax player's music stand. And the way she carried herself... that sophisticated walk; the shapely legs showing from her red-sequined dress with the extra long slit in the side; the way she handled her cigarette, daintily inhaling and exhaling, her eyes never leaving mine. Her eyes... piercing blue eyes that gazed out from beneath a red hat and veil. She had me hooked.
She quickly tucked some metal pointy thing into her purse and signaled the barkeep.
"Martini. Stirred, not shaken."
The sax player had stepped off the stage and moved towards us, still playing that obnoxious, smoky sax music film editor's feel the need to throw all over a movie anytime more than three inches of a women's legs are in view.
She was a classy dame. I'd have to play it cool.
"Is it cold in here, or is it just me?"
She turned to me and smiled gently. The bartender ducked as two long things poked out from her dress. Some people lined up for limbo.
"H-H-How can I help y-y-you, Miss..."
I paused, waiting for the name. I watched her lips. Oh, those lips! Bright red, gently sucking on the cigarette... I was dyin' from envy, I tell you. Good thing I keep my nitro pills handy.
"I don't believe I told you, Mr. Blacksleeve."
I looked surprised.
"Don't look surprised..."
I stopped looking surprised.
"... as your name is quite familiar to me. Mr. Shamus Blacksleeve, age 23, male wolf, private detective. But I'm afraid I have no time for small talk, Mr. Blacksleeve. I'm going to get straight to the point. I want to hire you. My name is Eleanor Gray."
Wow. Classy, sophisticated, and smart. I'd really have to watch myself. And that annoying sharp thing was back again, only straighter this time...
"Well, Miss Gray, what seems to be the problem? Besides that damn saxophone player?" I picked up her drink and handed it to her. Then I pulled out my gun and shot the sax player. She smiled again. I almost blushed. She had me as giddy as a green virgin!
"My uncle, Clay Gray, has died. He left everything to me. The police say he died naturally, in his sleep... but..."
She lost her confident look all the sudden. Looked 'bout ready to burst into tears. Either she was a great actress, or this was genuine. Her bottom lip started to quiver.
"Calm down, honey, it doesn't pay to crack in a joint like this. Let's get you out of here."
I took her outside of the seedy bar onto the street. It was late. A thin drizzle fell from the sky. Then it started to rain cats and dogs.
"Radio said the weather would get a little strange tonite. Tortoises and centipedes are scheduled for morning. Do you have a car here?"
She nodded.
"Where's it at?"
She pointed to the corner. I led her over, opened the door, helped her in, then gave instructions to her chauffeur to follow me back to my place. I started the car and drove off.
* * *
After kicking the chauffeur out of my car and making sure he understood to follow me to my place in his car, and bring along Miss Gray, I started the car and drove off again.
* * *
"Let me get this straight. You think your uncle was murdered because the murderer believed they were in the will?"
We were in my office. I was sitting on the corner of my desk while she relaxed on the couch. The chauffeur was in the car, the fish were in the tank... you get the idea. I had made us some drinks, and now we were going over the details of her body... I mean case!
"Yes, Mr. Blacksleeve, that's correct. There were four people in the will before he secretly changed the text."
"Call me Ishmael. I mean Shane! Who were they again?"
"My uncle had a gardener and groundskeeper named Leo. He worked for my uncle for years. They were great friends. He was going to get some money and part of the estate to live on. Next is Lucille de la Gata. She was my uncle's housekeeper towards the end. He said he was leaving her the cottage on the estate because she said it would be the perfect place to raise a family. After that was C.B. Herst, my father's live-in caretaker and nurse. She was going to get some money and a car. Then there was me. I was the main beneficiary. I was to get the house and most of the land and money. I lived with my uncle for years before he died since I was his only living relation. I miss him so much..."
She was about to break up again. I had to distract her. I sat down next to her on the couch.
"So what do you think really happened?"
"I... I don't know. Why would they want to kill him? He had no enemies... I'm sorry... I really shouldn't be crying like this..."
I really didn't know what I was saying. Crying females was one of the few things I couldn't handle. Crying females and overly cute child actors. I don't think any guy could. She leaned up against me and sobbed into my shirt. I hesitatingly put my arms around her and tried to comfort her.
"There there... it'll be all right. We'll find the truth. I'll take your case. Twenty a day, plus extra for expenses."
She lifted her head off my shirt and looked at me. I gently took the edge of her dress and tenderly wiped the snot she left on my shoulder off.
"Oh, thank you Shane! How can I ever thank you! But of course, you won't need lodgings. You'll be staying at my uncle's house! That's where the crime was committed, after all. And we'll feed and take care of you, don't worry."
She grinned happily at me. I realized this must be a huge relief to her, after the police refused to help. Then she smiled differently. A beautiful, seductive smile. Her hands crept around my back and slid down to my butt. I barely noticed. Oh, what a smile... I managed to stammer something out.
"N-no problem, E-e-eleanor."
"Actually, Shane, I believe I may know a way to make you especially aware of my gratitude..."
* * *
"What the hell are those!" She stopped her hands and stared wide-eyed at the ellipsis.
"Oh, those things. They always show up when I try to have sex. Ignore 'em."
She unbuttoned the top of my shirt and slid a hand inside. "If you're sure..." Slowly bringing it down, undoing buttons along the way, sliding her hand down my chest, moving all the way down to my pants. She stopped there and grabbed the belt, standing up and pulling me up with her.
"Eleanor, I don't want to make this personal."
"Don't be ridiculous, Shane. I'm just making this personal, is all."
She gazed into my eyes, seducing me with them. I was mesmerized. She had me. Cluck cluck. As I struggled out of my shirt, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. Cluck. Stepping out of them, I noticed her staring at me in shock.
"What is it, Eleanor?"
"You're huge!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, come on... it's not that big."
* * *
She was staring in amazement at my member, which was straining against my briefs. At least it distracted her from those damn ellipses. Ellipsises. Whatever.
Anyways, I was at least seven inches long already, and I didn't feel like telling her I wasn't fully erect yet. Gave me the upper... nevermind.
"Turn around so I can unzip you."
Unwillingly, she tore her eyes from my underwear and turned around, kicking off her shoes in the process. I hastily took out a hankie and wiped off the goo from her eyeballs. What a messy gal. Then I slowly unzipped her dress and helped her out of it.
"Wow... Eleanor, you're one hot lady."
She was great looking with clothes on, but without 'em, she could turn a guy into a quivering mass of goop faster than a blender could puree a tomato. I wonder how well she cooks.
From where I was on the floor, I could make her out pretty well, although goop isn't known for great sight. Her fur was shiny, bright, and clean. Pure white all over, except for a few spots of black on the left side of her lower stomach. I struggled to get in shape, then stepped up to her and grabbed her head, pulling her into a kiss. To my surprise, she used her tongue first, pushing insistently into my mouth. We stood there kissing for at least a minute before breaking it off. Pulling her close, she closed her eyes and moaned as she felt my cock press against her through the thin cloth.
"I want you, Shane," she whispered into my ear. "I need you."
She pushed me backwards onto the couch. I sat down heavily. She stayed up and pulled off her nylons... nylons? Oh! Then she had me hold up my legs as she ripped off my briefs. My cock was pulled downwards by the elastic band before it broke free and flipped back up, slapping against my stomach as it did. She stared hotly as it grew another three or four inches, unconstricted by the tight underwear.
* * *
"Uh Shane..."
"Just ignore 'em."
She was getting wet already. I leaned back as she straddled my thighs, rubbing my straining cock between our stomachs and kissing me passionately. I pulled her close, running my hands through her fur. I lifted her up, one hand on the bottom of each of her thighs, and pulled her stomach up to my chest. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself. She was out of reach of kissing me, but I was in the perfect position to nibble on her. I gently licked at each of her tits, holding her tight as she squirmed with pleasure. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her, urging me on. I eagerly took her right tit into my mouth and sucked on it. I rubbed my tongue against it. I loved the taste. So elegant, so divine, so...
"Shane! Put down the Little Debby Swiss Roll and pay attention!"
"Sorry."
She moaned as I sucked her tit. Looking up at her, I nuzzled the bottom of her chin. I started to slowly lower her onto my aching cock. She gasped as she felt the tip. I held her there, stopping her breath with a kiss, before slowly lowering her again. I couldn't believe she was even fitting. She only moaned and humped, taking more and more into her. I couldn't help thrusting, and buried my shaft completely into her wet cunt. She screamed as I did, clutching at me with her hands. I growled, moving my hands to her midsection. I could actually feel my cock through her as I squeezed, lifting her up and down, thrusting into her in short, hard bursts.
She went crazy. She shook all over. I could barely hang onto her as her cunt almost exploded after only a few thrusts. I felt the juices flowing, but not much escaped because my cock plugged her hole. I was nearly there too, but I desperately held off. Tears were flowing from my eyes as I rammed into her, filling her completely. Then I had to let go and came with a roar, throwing my head back and letting off waves of cum inside her petite frame. Shuddering, she screamed again, and, amazingly, orgasmed again. This one didn't last as long, and she collapsed against me. I was happy... her flailing around probably left me a few bruises. I panted heavily and lowered my head onto hers, recovering from our mutual orgasms. Eventually, she lifter her head, prompting me to lift mine.
"Thank you, Shane. That was wonderful."
"I agree."
My cock had been shrinking, enough that I could pull out without too much difficulty. As I lifter her off me and laid her down next to me on the couch, I was surprised to notice it was still half erect. She noticed too reclined on my arm.
"What's this Shane? I'm not enough to satisfy you?"
"No, Eleanor, it's just that it takes a little while for OHMYGOD!"
She sat up and grabbed my cock, still slick from my cum and her juices. Rubbing gently, she lowered her head and licked the oversensitive tip. I moaned and bucked slightly in response, getting hard again. Damn, she was good. Too good. But I'd worry about that later.
"I don't believe that you're going to get much sleep tonite."
I was in love. I grabbed her and started kissing her neck, moving downwards, kissing in between her breasts, reaching her stomach and...
"Shane, it's the ellipsis again!"
* * *
"Your uncle's house is pretty far out here, Eleanor."
"Yes, he loved the countryside."
Eleanor's uncle, Clay, had a great old country house. Complete with ivy, white paint, and black shutters, it was a regular country estate, she had told me earlier.
The whole trip I'd been ogling Eleanor. Today, she was wearing a pair of incredibly short cut-off blue jeans and a plain white shirt she had tied up in one of those little ball things right above her navel. She also wore sandals and a red baseball cap.
"Beautiful day out."
"Keep your eyes on the road."
I made small talk as we drove. She never took her limo out here, she told me, because it got stuck whenever it rained.
"Shane?"
We were in a truck instead, a newer model. I drove since she didn't like to.
"Shane!"
The chauffeur was only for the limo. I openly stared at her as I drove, loving every bit of her, and she knew it. She wouldn't allow any touching while she was driving though, but maybe...
"SHANE!"
I steered the car out of the way of the oncoming truck effortlessly and turned my head towards her. She looked frazzled. Maybe I could cop a feel now.
"Dammit Shane! Concentrate on driving!"
Dames.
As we drove up to the house, I noticed some people by the front door, waiting. They were the suspects, then. Eleanor and I had decided I would pose as an old college friend to keep them suspicionless. I was here to console the grieving niece. As my outfit, I'd chosen a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt. I was a master of disguise.
As we got out of her car, I gave each of the three suspects a once over. And introduced myself.
Leo was a big lion. An extra large one, actually. He stood about nine feet tall. He was bulky. He had the look of a professional bouncer, except larger. Unlike most professional wrestlers, though, he was actually pretty handsome. His chest was proportioned to his legs, so he didn't have the lanky look of most tall guys. He was all muscle, bone, and meat. He was wearing a pair of overalls with dirty knees, a white T-shirt with sweat stains under the neck and armpits, and a straw hat. He looked at me like I was a bug not worthy of being squished.
"Hi! You must be Leo! I'm Elly's friend, nice to meet you."
I stuck out my hand to shake, but he only grunted and squished a passing bug.
Lucille de la Gata was another beauty, though strangely androgynous. There was something about her... A feline of mixed persuasion, her fur was a mixture of ruddy orange, brown, gold, black, and white. It was fascinating watching her talk and move. I could watch for hours. But I had a job to do. She seemed decent enough. She wore a flowing flowery dress of green, brown, and red and a matching shirt that pulled taut against her more than adequate chest. Her brownish hair was tied back in a long ponytail that reached almost down to her waist.
"Hello, Miss... de la Gata, I believe?"
"Just call me Lucy. It's easier. How long will you be staying?"
"Oh, a few days, maybe a week or two. Elly wanted company, and I aim to please."
Nurse C.B. Herst was not a typical nurse. She was more like what you would see on late nite pornos. Not that I watch late nite pornos. Anyways... tall, thin, and beautiful, this was a vixen I'd have to watch out for. Probably the ambitious type out only for herself. She wore a short, tight, black skirt and an equally short and tight white blouse that seemed ready to burst from her chest size. And oh dear lord... she wasn't wearing a bra. Her white chest fur started below her throat and ran down her chest, disappearing behind that damn shirt. There was a red and gold flowered scarf tied around her neck. She also wore a hat, a light straw one with an extra large floppy rim.
Before I could say anything, she had already stepped close to me and took my hand.
"Thank you for coming. You are just what Elly needs. Some old friends to cheer her up. I'm Claire Beire Herst, but just call me C.B. And what is your name, you too cute man?"
"Blacksleeve," I said. She was a ditz! "Shane Blacksleeve. Actually Shamus, but that's a fuss to pronounce, that people usually call me just Gus. I mean Shane! Is your middle name Beer?"
"No, it's B-E-I-R-E."
Damn.
"But enough about me. You have such a great name. I used to have a boyfriend by that name."
She stepped in even closer.
"He was handsome fellow too. Just like you."
On the last three words she tapped me on the nose three times.
I noticed Eleanor was getting a little edgy over C.B.'s behavior, so I avoided a situation by distracting her.
"Elly, where's that old well you said you missed so much at college? The one in the forest?"
"Oh! That's right! I promised to take you there when you came to visit." She turned to Lucille. "Lucy, when is dinner?"
"About three hours, Miss Clay."
"Wonderful. We'll be back by then. I'll take Shane to see the well. C.B., I know you are looking for another job, and I think I've found the perfect place. He's an old gentleman, very nice, and a friend of Clay's. Apparently, my father spoke highly of you to him. Remind me to give you his number."
"That's wonderful news, Miss Clay. I can't wait."
"Okay, see you all later!"
She ran off, calling over her shoulder to me as she ran. I just shook my head at her. Half the time, she was a sophisticated queen. The other half, she was a melodramatic sobbing ball of fur. And half the time she was a sex kitten. Wait a minute. Half plus a half plus a -
"She's something, isn't she?"
Leo had moved next to me to watch her run off, interrupting my thoughts. Lucy and C.B. had headed back into the house.
"Yeah... she's a piece of work. Still the same as in college."
"Be careful. People tend to get hurt when they stay too long around here nowadays."
His voice was completely neutral. I couldn't detect a hint of malevolence. Or any other evolence, good or no.
"What do you mean?"
He had already started back to his garden and was ignoring me. I figured I'd dig him up later and root around for clues. Yeah, my job's a dirty one. It's especially tough on the knees. I'd recommend sKUMM brand detergent for getting out the really tough stai... oh. Right. Anyways, Leo was going to hard and smooth, like a couple of marbles - impossible to crack unless you know how to handle 'em. I'll have to be sure rub him the right way to get any clues out of him. And I'd taken care of his type before. I shouldn't have a problem.
After thinking about detergent... I mean the case some more, I ran after Eleanor, who had been waiting on the edge of the wooded area with baited breath. Glancing quickly around to make sure no one saw us, I gave her a quick kiss. After pulling the fish out of her mouth, I tried again.
"Mint?"
"Thanks."
Then we kissed, held hands, and skipped into the woods like happy little schoolchildren until she giggled and stuck a paw down my pants.
* * *
WHO IS THE ELUSIVE MURDERER? IS IT LEO, THE SILENT GARDENER? IS IT LUCY, THE STRIKING HOUSEKEEPER? OR MAYBE C.B., THE STUNNING NURSE? DON'T ANSWER, THESE ARE RHETORICAL QUESTIONS!
"Uh, Shane?"
"Not now, it's time for commercial break."
"Oh. Sorry."
Dames. Anyways, STAY TUNED TIME TO FIND THE ANSWER! OR DON'T! IT'S UP TO YOU! BUT YOU'LL BE MISSING OUT BIG TIME!
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Ok, since I'm too lazy to think up anything really funny to put in the commercial section, I want you to sit around for about 4 minutes and wait. Pretend to listen to jingles. Hum along. That's good. Keep going... excellent! Keep it up for another couple minutes, ok? Then keep reading. Thanks!
* * *
"Wow, Elly, this place is great!"
"Mmm-hmm."
We were deep in the wood by the well she had told me about. It was a beautiful place. Dark green moss at least 2 inches thick covered the ancient gray stones. The well itself was in the center of a small clearing. Thick trees surround the area, giving it an air of privacy. Loam had accumulated over the years, providing a thick, soft ground cover of leaves and grass. The sun managed to get through the tree foliage a little, sending down little rays of light that illuminated the dust floating through the air. It was really picturesque. Postcard type stuff, you know?
She thought it would be a good place to talk. At least, I think talking is what she had in mind. She keeps trying to take off my clothes though. Funny girl.
"So tell me about the house. What room did your uncle sleep in?"
"He was upstairs on the south-west side of the house. His room was in a corner overlooking these woods, actually."
I looked through the trees for the house, but couldn't see it. We really were isolated. I walked to the edge of the forest and examined a pretty flower. As I walked, I tripped over an electrical cord hidden in the grass.
"What the..."
I picked up the cord and followed it into the forest. Ignoring Elly's plaintive cries, I nearly hit my head on a large metal contraption.
"Idiot! Get back there and follow the script!", cried the mike operator.
"Who are you? What script?"
"I'm Danath! Forget the script, I'm taping this! Now go back in there and fuck Eleanor or I'll replace you with a zebra!"
"Uh... sure."
I decided that the crazy asshole could tape whatever the hell he wanted. I was going to solve this case no matter what. Ignoring the faint cry of "I heard that!", I returned to the small patch of grass and gazed adoringly at Elly. She was napping on the rock, nude from the waist up, warm from the rays of sun that just managed to catch her in just the right way to make her look stunningly beautiful, like some Greek goddess. Her jeans were stretched tight on her stomach as her back arched over the curve of the rock. Her stomach looked tight and smooth. Her chest rose and fell with each breath as her foot tapped against the rock.
I crept up to the bottom of her foot. Grinning stupidly, I dragged a claw tip on the bottom of her foot. She kicked slightly but didn't wake up. I dragged my claw over her foot again. She kicked again, gently, and shivered a little. I slowly dragged my clawtip over her footpad once more...
"OW!"
She kicked me in the head with her powerful feet and STILL didn't wake up. I had enough. I grabbed her by the waist and lifter her up. Moaning a little and rubbing her eyes, she looked around wildly as realized she was in the air. She realized who was carrying her and relaxed, smiling as she saw the determined look in my eyes and the definite bulge in my pants. I set her down on her back on the thick, soft grasses and laid on top of her. I massaged a tit with one paw as my mouth sought hers for an eager kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and explored as her body melted into mine. I'd have to clean my fur again later. Would the others notice little melted bits of Eleanor in my fur?
Hmm...
"Oh Elly... you are such a hot little bunny..."
"Shane... Shane!"
"Elly... Elly!"
"Shane Shane!"
"Elly Elly!"
"Shane!"
"Elly!"
"When are you gonna fuck me, idiot?"
"Ell- oh. Right."
I kissed her again and undid her shorts and tugged them off. Taking another moment to struggle out of my jeans, I growled playfully at her as I leaned over her again. Rubbing my cock on her stomach, I went in for another deep kiss.
Moaning, she gasped and pushed me into a position to enter her already wettening pussy. I started to moan as my head popped in. Her legs split wide as her paws grasped my shoulders and urged me on. Encouraged, I started to slide in, going slow.
"Shane..."
"Yes?"
"Oh, nothing, I just like saying your name."
"Oh, ok."
I kept sliding into her, filling her completely with my oversized shaft. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled herself on, making my go deeper than last time. I was afraid of hurting her and tried to restrain myself. She was determined, however, and, despite my attempts to stop her, she took my entire shaft. I was really trying to stop her, but when a nimble, sexy, moaning, passionate little bunny is impaled on your cock, it's hard to concentrate on anything but mindlessly fucking her brains out. So I decided, what the hell.
I thrust hard and shoved myself into her. I went in up to my sheath. She was pushed about a foot. Grabbing my neck, she raised herself up and kissed me hotly, her tongue instantly in my mouth. I put my hands on her breasts and sat back on my heels, only her hands, her legs, and my cock supporting her. I quickly stood up and leaned my back against the rock. She placed her hands my shoulders, sensing what to do as she broke the kiss. I placed my paws over hers, holding her there tightly. She put her feet on the boulder, one on either side of my chest. She then pushed herself away from my body, pulling herself off my cock and I kept myself pushed against the boulder. She let herself fall hard on my cock after lifting herself halfway off. She fell hard, ramming herself deeply. I shuddered and moaned as I tightened my grip on her paws. She kept rising and falling on my cock, controlling the speed and motion as I tried to stay still against the rock. She kept pushing her powerful legs, kept rising and falling forcibly on my cock, kept filling herself over and over as we both moaned in agony and pleasure.
She came first, amazingly enough. I didn't think I was that good. But I followed a second later, so it didn't matter. As I cummed in her, her juiced spurted and ran down my cock onto my legs. I moaned and, removing one paw, grabbed her by the tail and helped force her on and my cock, lifting and pushing as she did. As we wound down, her legs dropped, falling to drape against my thighs and knees, and for a few seconds the only things holding her off the ground was her outstretched paw and my cock. It felt very good, having her body weight rest on my slightly shrunken cock. I realized I would be hard again in no time if she kept that up, so I leaned back slightly, digging my feet into the ground a little as I slid my back down the rock. Then I lifted her paws from my shoulders and pulled her chest to mine. As she realized that my cock was the only thing that held her up, she rubbed her feet on my thigh and kissed my neck. I jiggled as I felt my cock start to expand inside of her again. She grinned and set her paws on my shoulders, but only to steady herself.
"Elly..."
"Yes?"
"Nothing, I just like to say Elly..."
"Shane, I really need to ask you something."
"Hmmm?"
I stroked her back as leaned backwards, away from me. She wrapped her feet around my legs to both keep her balance and pull herself on tighter. Keeping her arms on my shoulders, she looked at the sky.
"Do you honestly believe you can find out who killed my uncle?"
"Yes, I do. And I also believe I am falling in love with you."
"Oh Shane!"
She gasped and let go of her arms, bringing them to her mouth. I moaned in unbearable pleasure as she swung on my cock, jutting straight out from my hips, her upper body strength and her legs clutched tightly around my midsection the only things holding her up. My paws grabbed her knees and squeezed them.
"Shane, do you mean that?"
She didn't realize what she was doing to me. I clenched my teeth and screwed my eyes shut as waves of pleasure racked my body. She looked at me questionably for a second, not understanding that she was impaled on my cock, squeezing it tightly and pulsating it, rubbing it with every breath she took and slight movement she made. I couldn't even moan. She grinned started to do sit ups, putting my shaft through a veritable wringer as she made me come close to climaxing again. Her upper body strength was incredible. And her lower... well, rabbits are well known for their legs. I came again and howled as she twisted and pushed and squeezed. My cum overflowed her pussy this time, running over and dripping to the ground.
I slid toward the ground, falling heavily as I slipped on cum. She slid down my cock, still sitting on my midsection, then fell over on top of me. The breath was knocked out of her as I twitched. I could only groan as she gasped for breath.
After we both recovered, she looked at me again.
"Shane, do you really mean that?"
"Elly, how could I not?"
"Oh Shane!"
She kissed me passionately for a moment, then broke the kiss and scooted off my cock. I jerked as she came off, my oversensitive head now exposed to the outside world.
"But you realize that relationships are give and take... and now you've given once and received twice..."
She didn't need to say any more. I realized I wouldn't be able to get hard again, even though it was her. So I just rolled over and pinned her beneath me, then slid down her oh so sensuous body. I rubbed her tits as my mouth attached to her mound.
Her little squeaks of surprise at the situation turned to moans of pleasure as I attacked her pussy. She thrust into my face as my tongue slipped between her lips and pushed into her. She was so wet already I couldn't even taste any leftover cum. I sucked and licked her, driving her to her very limits.
She screamed and pulled my hair with passion as she mindlessly tossed her head, staring wildly at nothing. I felt her orgasm begin as her body started to pound up and down. Her legs squeezed my head and pulled me farther into her pussy and she came, filling my face with her juices. I kept attacking her cunt, though, and only stopped after she lay still and lowered her legs. For a while the only sounds were of us panting. I crawled up next to her and put my arm under her head as she snuggled against me. My other arm went to her back, across her side, and pulled her close as she did the same. She fell asleep after a few minutes, exhausted.
"Elly..."
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TO BE CONTINUED IN THE ADVENTURES OF MR. BLACKSLEEVE - EPISODE 2 - THE HARE HEIR APPARENT CONTINUED
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