California Madness, Pt. 3
CALIFORNIA MADNESS
Note: All characters except Pan Taron are Copyright James M. Hardiman, including Desiree, Natasha, Lori, Onyx, Jim, and Valencia. Pan Taron is the fursona of Philip Bustamante, but remains unprotected as of yet.
Part 3: "Eating Out"
Late afternoons in the middle of summer are arguably the best time to go to the beach in California. As the sun sets lower in the sky, an offshore wind starts to stir and blow in from the sea and cools the hot air. Families that had traveled from other parts of Los Angeles get out of the water and leave early, citing a need to "beat the traffic". Tourists clear the beach as well, looking to get a piece of the LA night life they've heard so much about, or needing to tend to their family's growing need to eat. All that are left are the truly dedicated beachgoers: locals who make the beach their second home for the summer, campers looking to stay the night, and weekend warriors who came prepared with firewood, hot dogs, and ice chests full of food. Nobody who stays rushes to do anything, and the leisurely pace that takes over the rest of the day is almost tangible in the air between the smells, sounds, and sights that permeate the scene.
Walking back to the parking lot, Pan, the SAMA sisters, and Desiree were immediately affected by this inescapable transformation, and their paces began to slow as they walked past the dedicated beach lovers in the direction of the parking lot. Pan was still holding Natasha close, doing his best to hold her shirt closed for her against his chest. Natasha, for her part, was enjoying every minute of it, alternating between gazing into Pan's eyes and making faces at her sisters for being the one who got to be held by him. Lost under the weight of the muscular arm that encircled her and held her chest close to his side, Natasha could not help but notice the fact that the otter was stout in appearance but very muscular.
To say that she wanted the otter after he had saved her from drowning was a gross understatement. It was in the nature of all three of the girls to avoid romance and live only in the moment, but if any of them had a tendency towards wanting something more than just casual (yet highly aggressive) sex, it was Natasha. Having a near death experience had only enhanced her attraction, and the level of illogical desire she held even scared her a little bit. She went with it, though, resolving that in some way, she was going to repay him for saving her life, and if she could help it, she'd get him to please her too. She embraced him harder around his abdomen, feeling his torso ripple under his thick fur and layer of padding and enjoying the look that she got in his reaction.
Onyx and Lori looked on in frustration, unable to butt in and take Natasha's place no matter how hard they tried. They obviously did not feel the same way about him the Natasha did, but they too noticed that at the very least he was good looking and strong. For the three SAMA sisters, that was more than enough for them to want to bang a guy senseless, and they wanted a piece of the action that Natasha was already getting. They quickly conferred as they walked into the parking lot, and then, working together, ran up behind the pair and pinched each of their asses as they ran past. Onyx took satisfaction in pinching Pan's rear; the otter did have, in her opinion, a very shapely and handsome one. Lori simply reveled in being able to surprise Natasha enough to make her jump into the air, letting out a startled yelp as Lori used her claws and fingers to pinch her around the edge of her delicate tail-hole. Lori did not have much time to smile, though, as Pan swept Natasha up in midair and brought her chest against his in a move that was so reflexive it almost seemed practiced.
Working quickly, Natasha seized her moment of opportunity and hooked onto pan's hips with both legs, and the two stayed face to face for a brief moment, staring into each other's eyes. Then Natasha wrapped both arms behind his head and kissed Pan passionately, burying her tongue deep into the otter's short snout. Pan stopped at the sudden surprise, but stayed cool and returned the kiss, playing his soft tongue into the skunk's snout and muffling a sound of approval as he supported Natasha against his body by gripping her lower half closer to him. The kiss lasted for several long seconds, and when they finally pulled apart, Natasha leaned her head in and to the left of his as they embraced and nuzzled each other. Natasha smiled and stuck her tongue out at her sisters in triumph. So that he could not hear her, Natasha bared her teeth and mouthed to her shocked sisters He's MINE!
Pan, for his part, was left panting for breath with his eyes wide and his heart racing. He had spent most of his adolescent life in "the friend zone" of girls this beautiful, and though he was not inexperienced in romance (the physical and emotional aspects), he had never before experienced kissing a girl who showed such passion, spontaneity, and desire in such a short period of acquaintance. Now it seemed that his time spent practicing being the gentlemen all those years and being friend-zoned had finally paid off in the best way possible.
Desiree, who had watched the whole ordeal, rolled her eyes. Great, just one more thing I have to look out for. I sense either a lawsuit and restraining order or a lot of community service in ‘Tasha's future. I'd better get this back under control. She strolled up to the two embracing furs and tapped Pan on the shoulder, asking "Would you like to grab your stuff and come shower at our hotel? Or would you rather just make a scene all day?" Snapping out of his reverie, he glanced over and noticed that a good amount of beachgoers had stopped in their tracks to watch the blatant display between the stout, brawny otter and the mostly topless skunk. Working quickly, Pan lowered Natasha back to the floor, pulled her shirt back together, and put his arm around her once again to resume walking towards his car. He had a feeling that Des had something to say to him about the situation, but did not feel that now was the place or time to bring it up. He made an awkward attempt at striking up conversation as they reached his car and he went about putting his long board away inside the car and taking out his change of clothes and towel.
"Which hotel are you girls staying in? Is it close?" asked Pan.
The group of girls at his back nodded and pointed absentmindedly, too interested in the car in front of them. Being around Jim for the past couple of years had taught them to appreciate a fast vehicle when they saw it, and they were used to riding around on Jim's suped-up motorcycles. Because of this influence, the skunk sisters could not help but marvel at the Ford Focus 3 door hatchback that belonged to Pan. It had a paint-job the color of liquid smoke, and the windows were all blacked out with expensive window tint. Both bumpers and the side-skirts of the car had been replaced with graceful, custom ones that sported aerodynamic lines and curves; some of the edges looked sharp enough to cut if someone wasn't careful. The car was rounded out by a sport muffler on the outside and a black-cloth interior décor. Noticing the girls ogling as they walked around the car, Pan informed them "Oh, don't mind Panama, she just likes to show off her looks. Don't be fooled, though, cause she's not just a pretty face. I had a friend tinker with the engine and add a few odds and ends here and there. If everything's running right, she tops out at around 300 horsepower and can hit 140 in a dead sprint."
"Wait, Panama like the country? What prompted you to name your car that?" asked Desiree skeptically, being less interested in the car than she was about getting the girls out of public.
Pan blushed under his fur as closed the back hatch of his car, and threw his towel over Natasha's shoulders so she could hide her breasts "Actually, if you must know, I got her straight out of high school, and I was a big Van Halen fan at the time. I heard the song "Panama", thinking it was about a car, and named her after it. It wasn't until the name kind of stuck...."
"... That you found out the song was about a wild stripper, right?" Onyx giggled, fondling the car with a smooth claw. "A car with a stripper name. I like her already."
"Me too," chuckled Lori, thinking of the a grey wolf stripper they had harassed back in Florida after they had snuck into a gentleman's club and done a few exotic dances of their own. My, how they had put on a show with the hapless fox, giving the customers more than the usual tittie bar experience with their lesbian sex orgy on stage.
The group walked out of the parking lot and across the street to the Main St. side of the hotel, entered, and walked to the elevator. As it ascended up, the girls admitted their exhaustion and hunger from the day's adventures. Pan's stomach rumbled as well, and he remarked, "Don't worry, girls, I've arranged for a table for us at my favorite restaurant, and they like to serve lots of good food. Heh, I gotta admit, just the thought of food makes me ready to eat anything at this point though."
Natasha giggled at the back of the elevator, a plan already forming in her head for her seduction of Pan. As the door to the elevator opened to their floor, she shoved her sisters out and cried "First to the door gets the first shower!" Spurred on by the push and the impromptu competition, the three girls raced down the corridor. Natasha stayed to the back, keeping pace but not vying for the lead. As they reached the door, she tripped Lori, who was a little bit behind Onyx, and sent the two sprawling into the door at the same time. They both looked up to see Natasha gazing at both of them expectantly. "Well, looks like it's a tie for first. You two get to double up in the shower. Me and Pan will go second."
The other two skunks glared at her trick, but knew not to argue. When Natasha had the glint in her eye that she had now, it was best to just do as she said and not ask questions. Often, that glint meant that following Natasha's whims was going to lead to something very pleasurable; today, however, they knew it was reserved for the otter who saved her, and her possessiveness radiated from that glint, warning the other girls to back off. As Des and Pan came trotting up, Natasha helped her sisters up, giving one final glint from her eyes before sliding the key card in and opening their door.
"Come on, Pan!" Natasha cried, grabbing him as he turned to follow Des into her room. He was yanked bodily into the room and the door shut behind him with a bang. Des could only look on in shock, then shrugged and opened her own door. Hope that fool knows what he's doing...
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As the door shut from Natasha kicking it closed, Lori and Onyx were already backing into the small bathroom in the hotel room. Undressing as they went, they did not seem to mind that they were going to miss out on participating in what was to come next; after all, they did have each other to satisfy any of those needs. Stripping off tops and bottoms all the way to the bathroom door, they embraced just outside the door of the bathroom, embracing each other yet still giving one final glance to Natasha and Pan as they closed the door to their own private party.
Pan watched in awe, seeing the two exceptionally hot skunks go at each other with such sudden desire. It was almost as if someone had flipped a switch in both their minds, and all of a sudden BOOM, they're making out and feeling each other up on their way to the shower. Speaking of switches being "turned on".... Pan looked down to notice that a tent was starting to form in his board shorts. He looked back up to notice that Natasha was standing over him as he sat down on the bed, though she wasn't looking so much at him as she was the bulge in his shorts.
"Well well, looks like you see something you like," murmured Natasha. Pan could only nod as he saw that she was standing over him completely stripped down, her bare breasts not needing any support as they bobbed slowly up and down to her breathing. Her figure was slender yet shapely, the very definition of what a "real woman" should look like. Her stance, with her paws on her hips and her legs spread about shoulder width apart, suggested that she was extremely comfortable with being naked. As she bent down, she grasped his shirt at the collar and used her index claw to slowly rip the shirt down the front as if it were tissue paper. Then she took the tattered halves and pulled his arms out of either side, rubbing her bare breasts into his chest as she went. As she threw the shirt off into the corner of the room, she moved her hands lightly over his shirtless abdomen, working slowly down to the erection that was straining the front of his board shorts with ever increasing pressure. "I never really did thank you for saving my life, you know. Would you like me to show you how a Southern woman thanks a man she admires?"
Pan could only nod his head dreamily as she first undid the drawstring to the front of his shorts, then pulled apart the Velcro fly and yanked down on the waistline of his shorts with all the finesse of a performer pulling a tablecloth off of a set table. What she saw did not disappoint her. Pan's member was already out of its sheath, respectably sized and pulsating with anticipation. With his legs still together, his fur-covered package was pushed to the front by his closed thighs, almost as if they were being presented for her inspection. Noticing the scent that raised up from his aroused form, she breathed deeply and savored his aromatic of musk. The scent of his pheromones raced to her brain, and without thinking twice, she went straight to licking at his exposed package, smiling at the tense jolt that ran through Pan's spine as he moaned with pleasure.
Natasha suckled his balls with passionate fervor, one moment moving them between her fingers as she flicked her tongue out at them, the next taking the entire sack into her mouth and pressing hard against the back wall of his scrotum with her tongue as she suckled on them gently. Pan's moans were accompanied by gentle hip thrusts as his body yearned for more. His pulsating shaft was now fully erect and quivered with the excess of blood that threatened to pop his shaft apart if any more pressure were to build. Natasha took notice, and focused the attention of her mouth upon the quivering shaft, first kissing and licking it up and down its length from the side, then moving up to the head and licking it like a child with a lollipop. She glanced up at Pan and saw him staring right back, waiting in anticipation of her next move. Grinning wolfishly, she bared her teeth in a toothy grin, then opened her jaws wide and slid his entire shaft slowly down the length of the inside of her muzzle. Pan groaned with ecstasy as she slowly worked her lips back and forth over his length, slurping as she went at the pre-come that was dribbling forth onto her tongue.
Pan found himself forced to sit up on his elbows, entranced by the olfactory and visual signals that her body was sending as she worked. As she performed her acts, her own hips were constantly moving, as if being acted on by some other unseen lover. The heat that radiated from between her legs and up past her tail was almost visible as she became more and more turned on. Pan licked his lips in anticipation, wondering more and more what it would taste like to draw those lips around his own and lick the whole thing dry. Unable to stand it any longer, he slowly sat up without disturbing Natasha's efforts, then deftly reached down her back and pawed at the space below her tail. Surprised by the sudden stimulation, Natasha spluttered and drew back from his shaft, sudden waves of pleasure radiating from the attention being administered to her outer lips. She gazed up at Pan, then maneuvered her hips higher to meet the needs of his exploring hand. Pan licked his lips and breathed in deeply, smelling the strong scent of her own musk radiating out from her stimulated flower. Unable to stand having a passive role in their coupling any longer, Pan reached farther over Natasha and grabbed both of her thighs, then lifted them up and arched Natasha's back as he drew her juicy privates up to his own level. Natasha panicked for a second, now doing a virtual headstand on Pan's shaft with her mouth hilting it and drawing it deep into her throat. She was quickly able to relax, though, as pan wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted some of the weight off of her head, allowing her to resume her attentions with the aid of gravity. They both went to work with renewed vigor, both enjoying the fruity tastes and smells that assaulted them the more passionate their efforts became.
For Natasha's part, she had a hard time keeping the rhythm that she used to pleasure his shaft constant, as wave after wave of stimulation from her sex sent chills up her spine. Not only was Pan's tongue seemingly everywhere at once, flicking in and out of her hole one moment and licking up to her clitoris the next, but it also seemed that his long, wiry whiskers were also helping her in every way possible too. The stiff yet pliable bristles tickled every single surface of her outer lips, rubbing gently against her outer labia towards the bottom, and curling around her clitoris and stroking it back and forth towards the top. The outermost whiskers curled around the outsides of her sensitive areas and tickled the insides of her thighs. So much stimulation was going on at once, it was definitely hard to concentrate. She redoubled her efforts, though, and began to increase the pace she was using to stroke with her tongue as she sensed his climax approaching.
Pan, who always tried to act the role of the gentleman, became nervous at the thought of accidentally coming inside Natasha's mouth. She'd probably slap me and kick me out. I'd better warn her. He slid his tongue from out of her lips and tried telling her. Yet try as he might, the words just wouldn't come out. " T-t-tasha, I-I'm g-g-g-gonna..." As if in response, Natasha wrapped one paw around his sheath and began to jerk it up and down the length of his shaft, sending Pan's head back in ecstasy. As she continued to work her muzzle over the head of his shaft, she looked back at him and smiled. A muffled "Mmmmm Hmmm..." rumbled in her throat, making it known that she not only knew he was going to come, she wanted to taste it too.
Pan's eyes opened wide with realization, and he suddenly became aware that he was neglecting his own duties in trying to warn her. He buried his face back into her crotch, redoubling his efforts to send her over the edge as well. She's using her hand and her mouth on me. Why not get creative with her too? he thought.
Grunting and growling with pleasure, Pan paused from his efforts and came up for air, his face and muzzle soaked with Natasha's juices. He then freed one hand from around Natasha's waist and brought it up to paw at her tender lips, spreading them wide with his index and pinky fingers before he slipping his middle and ring finger into her hole. As he worked the two fingers in and out in tandem, Natasha's hips began to buck against them, and hot juices flowed out from around them. Now I've got you where I want you, he thought triumphantly, leaning his head down to lick at her clitoris in tandem with his pulsating fingers.
Just as he thought this, Natasha slid her muzzle off of his shaft and focused on the head, licking and sucking it like a lollipop once again. This proved too much for Pan, as he lost all control and let his climax explode up Natasha's inverted esophagus. Forgetting his efforts to finish her off, he reflexively pumped his hips up and down with each new wave of come that burst forth. His enjoyment doubled as Natasha took his entire length into her mouth and let his head slide part-way into her esophagus, making her throat muscles swallow around his head like it was a piece of meat. Never before had Pan experienced such ecstasy, and he laid back on the bed, lowering Natasha's buttocks onto his heaving chest while she slowly sucked him dry.
As his shaft began to pulsate and dribble out less and less come, she released it from the grasp of her mouth and licked up the last of his seed from the now extra sensitive tip before she allowed herself to sit up on his heaving chest. She assumed a commanding pose and stern look on her face as she pouted at him, "Didn't your mother ever tell you to finish eating what was on your plate? I don't think you're quite done..." Pan caught her drift, and pulled her hips along his chest until she hovered over his head, knees on either side of his ears and her expectant slit quivering just out of reach of his muzzle.
"Now there's a good boy. Ooooh, OH WOW" she gasped, as Pan raised his head and went straight to suckling and licking her clitoris with intensity. Pangs of intense pleasure rocked Natasha's core as she bucked closer into him and raised her arms behind her head. Her moans were intense now, coming in time with each thrust of her hips that ground her pussy onto Pan's mouth. Pan continued his intense attentions as he reached up with his paw and slid 2 fingers up inside her hole towards the front side, searching for the rough lining of her G spot. It was not long before he found it, and as Natasha let out a squeal of delight, Pan seized the moment and intensified both actions, hoping to give her every pleasure available before she came. And come she did, as her juices spewed forth around Pan's fingers and over Pan's chin and chest. He quickly released his suckle on her clitoris and moved his mouth down to her hole as she came again, deftly lapping up the juices that squirted out. He found her come to taste extremely sweet, like a fine nectar that seemed to flowed limitlessly from her hole the more he stimulated the outer rim.
Slowly but surely, her orgasms faded in intensity, and when he was satisfied, he pulled the panting skunk's face down to his and they exchanged a passionate kiss, intermingling their juices in each other's mouths and enjoying the taste. They panted through their nostrils as their heart rates slowed, and they slowly progressed to nuzzling and hugging as they laid side by side on the bed.
Lori and Onyx came out of the shower a few minutes later to find the two still in the same position, and the two purred with delight at the sight. Looking up, Pan suddenly blushed at his nakedness, and tugged at Natasha's paw. "Come on, let's get cleaned up. We can't show up to dinner with this all over us." Natasha nodded in agreement, and the two walked hand in hand into the shower, shutting the door behind them.
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Half an hour later, the four furs walked down into the lobby to find Desiree, Jim, and Valencia waiting for them in the lounge. All three seemed to be relaxed, each with a drink in their hands. Jim's glass was half full of a dark Heffeweisen beer with a generous slice of orange floating in it. Desiree had opted for a bottle of Corona with a wedge of lime inside. Valencia sipped daintily at a small Pina Colada. As they descended the stairs to the lounge, Valencia put down her drink and ran to her girls, embracing Natasha and brining them all into a group hug. "My god, I was so worried about you! What were you thinking going into that water? You know you can't swim. Oh, my girls, I'm just glad you're all right!"
Pan stood to one side, but was not ignored for long as Jim and Desiree walked around the hugging skunks to greet him. Jim and Pan shook hands. "Des said you were the one who saved ‘Tasha. That takes some big balls man." His smile faded however, as he peered deep into Pan's eyes and said "It also seems you have no problem beating up a woman too. What does one say to a man who takes a guy's girlfriend down and subdues her against her will, huh?"
Pan panicked at the sudden awkward silence that followed, and started to apologize profusely. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... She looked like she really was going to kill the girls, I had to do something... I only reverted back to my training from high school wrestling and Tai Chi..." Pan's words trailed off into the laughter of the rest of the group, as Jim's smile suddenly returned and all of them came closer to him.
"Man you should have seen the look on your face. That was classic man." Jim reached over and patted Pan on the shoulder. "No, what you did to stop Des probably took a lot more balls than saving ‘Tasha in the first place. I don't blame you."
Desiree walked to his other side and whispered "Wrestling, huh? I recognized the head and arm throw, but the Tai Chi has to explain how I ended up in a pretzel. Mind showing me some time?" Overhearing this conversation, Jim's eyes went wide with fear, and behind Des' back he shook his head at Pan in real fear, expressing that it was a bad idea. Pan could only give her a short reply of "Maybe" before Valencia stepped up to him.
Valencia had examined his figure up and down since the moment she saw him descend the stairs to the lounge, and liked what she saw. Short groomed fur, muscular yet easygoing physique, aura of a gentleman, they all cried out to her from his appearance. Now, upon stepping up to him face to face, she examined even closer, her business sense in the modeling industry automatically scanning him up and down for what his countenance, posture, and attitude could tell her about him and his intentions. Noticing that Pan remained outwardly cool and composed, his body language gave off hints that he was a little uncomfortable of the pause in time that she was taking to size him up.
"Where are my manners?" Valencia asked herself, extending her hand. "I'm Valencia, mother of Natsha, Lori, and Onyx, and chief executive of the Skunkworks Anthropomorphic Modeling Agency. You have no idea how much it means to me that you were able to act when you did, and I hope you know that my company is deeply indebted to you for saving my daughter."
"As I said before, it was really nothing. I was just in the right place at the right time." He looked around to the rest of the group. "So I take it you guys are all hungry? Beause where we're going, there's nothing but good eats and lots of them. Are we ready to head out?" The group nodded in assent, and they followed Pan out, all of them seeming to have a million questions for the newcomer to their group. Pan was definitely not at ease at the center of all this attention, but he did the best he could and weathered all of their questions about who he was and what he did on the way to his car. Jim had parked fairly close to Panama, and the group split up with Jim, Des, and Val in the rental car and the 3 girls in Panama with Pan. As they pulled out of the parking lot and headed north along the coast, the sun was setting like a glowing orb being slowly dipped into a sea of velvet, tinting everything in brilliant shades of orange and pink.
TO BE CONTINUED