Tom relaxed in the basket chair as much as he could ; his blood was now starting to run riot again, that sugared aroma of Sarah on rut was starting to cultivate its magic again.

He looked into Sarah's eyes that shone luminescent super acid back at him, willing her to take his penis into her mouth again ...

But she got up onto all four-spot and turned to him"Quick Tom, gather everything of yours, leave zero down here, get upstairs, the way I was screeching the fisher wiener would ingest heard me in the next county, let alone out to sea, I bet half the village would have heard me ..."Sarah urgently explained she quickly searched out of the window, just in case there was a mob of delivery fork carrying dogs coming up the path, but there was nothing ...

Tom stood up from the chair, pulled his shorts up, catching up his torn and ripped shorts trapping them inside his shorts, he quickly tied his belt, gathered all his belonging, back pack and shoes.

He stood up, looking one shot to check for anything to witness his presence. Sarah pointed at stair, again with a low entrance ; everything was to suit cats on all 4 moving around the household, not human beings on 2 legs.

He slung his gear mechanism over his shoulder and scampered up the stairs, bending low, using one helping hand to stop him falling face down, Sarah hot on his dog, nudging him in the bum with her heading, giggling naughtily.

There was one door open at the top of the stairs, with two closed"straight into my room, the doors open"instructed Sarah.

The room was small but with a enceinte basket bed, queen size, window looking out across the sea.

Tom threw his stuff and nonsense in a recession ; with no clothes to keep cats don't need wardrobes.

Sarah pulled the net mantle closed, glancing all around, obviously not seeing anything, as she relaxed with a long sigh of relief ...

"You're going to consume to ride out here for a piece, so no one puts 2 and 2 together. An unknown homo appearing after a 7 year violent storm will be obvious, thankfully the kittens won't return for a few days and I am not due to retrovert to work until my rut subsides.

plus it will be courteous to expend some meter alone with a man ...."Sarah said, almost licking her sassing ...

Tom stood there, disheveled, not for certain quite what to do next, with there being no chair here in the sleeping accommodation.

"Take off those wearing apparel, you furless thing you, put them in the recess, we'll have to work out how to wash those later. You are filthy and also call for a wash, get on the bed"Sarah's pure tone was playful and Tom liked this side of her.

Tom hadn't quite cottoned on ; he climbed onto the bed and was still nonplussed as he led their naked.

Sarah followed onto the bed, as if stalking him, until her intrude touched his, licked him on his lips then her tongue followed unit of ammunition to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his pinna, neck and human face, working to and fro across his cheek passing his mouth to steal a kiss, sometimes a peck, sometimes a lingering tongue.

This was quite titillating and rather than being viscid and foul, surprisingly he was beginning to feel refreshed and he was feeling clean. All the time that hormone induced luxuria was building up again, that slightly drugged, tipsy feeling crept back.

His hands drifted to her ears and quietly stroked ... She purred quietly, whispering instructions every now and then about other areas he could scratch and stroke. He watched her fur relocation as he brushed and stroked, how it gave a gloss observation as it caught the light, inspected the patterns of tiger airstrip like conformation on her coat.

She worked her way down his chest of drawers ( not that he had enough to constitute a hairy thorax, let alone a furry one ), she slowly methodically worked down each arm, she lingered longer on his right, her tongue wrapping around each finger, enjoying the lingering taste of her own juice on him.

Tom was embarrassed as he couldn't remember when he finish showered, although Sarah didn't seem to be bothered, in fact she was enjoying this, purring as she went, licking her man clean, tasting him, his sex and hers.

He continued to watch her instruction manual, stroking the directed areas with his fingerbreadth, scrunching up her skin and fur, improving his proficiency based on the feedback from her purring and a making a mental map of her erogenous zones.

He certainly was enjoying this erotic experience, the pleasance of her lingua, slightly rough caressing his hide, plus her heat putting him in a mildly euphoric DoS. By the clock time she got to his crotch, he had a full conglomerate United States Department of State building pointing at the ceiling, bollock already aching for another shot, her fur tickling and teasing his now tender skin.

He was slowly drowning in that sweet endocrine of hers again, his blood rising. She slid down avoiding his pulsating dick, licking slowly down each leg and pes.

The drug like hormones magnatising him to her, He wanted her so badly, longing to be able to dive into that fur capitulum long in and ravage it ...

Tom was now capable to stroke her bottom again as they were now top & tailed ( a saying that works in both man ) ....

He loved her purring it felt stimulating and titillating. His sightedness was blurring, his dick was pulsating with desire.

This was an unbelievable experience, her posterior swung side to side, the tip stroking and teasing across his back, allowing him to stroke the foundation upwards.

Sarah using all 4 legs, rolled him over, so he was now face down on the bed and her tongue returned to his dorsum, liking down to the humble of his back, working its way down, over his nerve and even between, into his bum cracking, then she giggled as her natural language flicked his anus, teasing the rim,"you can reciprocate you know"said Sarah quietly.

He shook his fuzzy header to centralize, turned his speed torso, moved his hands from her tail to her hind ramification, pulling her inwards, then raising her uppermost behind leg, he got sight of his goals and leaned forward, the drug like state driving him on to pleasure her.

As his clapper touched her anus, her hormonal chemistry slugged him again, his headway nearly exploded, with his headspring swooning, he focused on his task, winding his tongue around the rim of her anus, lapping it round then trailed it southwards to her vulva, Sarah's purring increase, pulsating her rear ...

His desire to swim in that pocket billiards held within her mouth was overwhelming, extending his tongue out he delved in, the ambrosia rushed him again, his school principal swooning, who needs class A drugs when you can get this thought Tom ... He lapped, licked and sucked in her wetness that slowly increased, as did her purring.

Tom rolled fully over on top, cocking his confining leg over Sarah to straddle her, so now in the full 69 position.

Tom automatically thrust his pelvic arch into her, feeling her soft underbelly console his throbbing member wanting it to get inside. His fountainhead buried between her stage, his torso resting on her balmy underbelly, Sarah now on her back, her breasts pressing onto him.

Meeeeooooow, Sarah purred quietly and slightly arched her back, resting her strawman hand on his keister, pulling at his cheeks. Then he felt sharp cock,"She has claws ?"thought Tom, not razor astute but shrewd enough, mmmmph he reacted, the hook pulled his brass apart, then a finger, clawless probed his anus, tweaking and teased its way in, no human girl ever did this ! ...

Tom a little uneasy about it, it felt titillating but was too euphoric on Sarah's heat to worry about it, her juices were almost washing over him, bathing in her sexuality, her purring, she was hitting all his senses.

Sarah denied his dick entry into her mouth, but licked around his balls, teasing between his thighs and towards his anus and lubricate her probing digit.

He had to close his eyes to focus his intellect, as the drug effect was too great. It was like floating above your best sex partner, separated by the flabby vibrating eiderdown whilst it caressed and scratched your bum.

"Mount me now, before we waste all your vitality"said Sarah almost throwing him off, landing to one side,

Tom opened his oculus to see her spring over, from her cover onto all quaternary, head down, social movement legs stretching out, her derriere raising high in the air, exposing everything with tail curved high over her invert back.

She was beautiful, even in this drug like fuzzy haze, thought Tom, how could I have never see this in cats before.

Her fur stood on end ; she turned and glared at him ...

"What are you waiting for ? Get on, put on me now Tom ; like a cat, hard, don't lose the moment - and you had better establish it last longer than downstairs"she commanded sternly, a different position to her, but to be fair, she had a detail ...

Her rear rose slightly to cook the degree ...

He didn't need to be told twice, he half scrambled half fell off the bed, stood up, her rump was the most wonderful invitation ever, bob up, anus quivering, her vulva open, juices leaking ...

He edged forward, gripped her tail base of operations with one hand, her hip of one leg with the early, as soon as the tip of his penis touched her dampness and felt her lips ; she pushed back, so he was fully immersed before he knew it, pulling his foreskin fully back sharply in one slightly abominable movement, causing

Tom to suck air in at the pleasurable pain.

MMMEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWW, she screeched, he felt a sucking on his dick as Sarah pulled forward, so he pushed bass, they got into a rhythm, holding her tail, pumping in and out.

Tom pulling back far enough to just keep back his penis from popping out, then driving back inwards to grinding hips once bottomed out, Jeeeeeez Tom had never had or felt anything like it, they worked in unison, Sarah's purring increasing in time with the thrusts.

The respite of the way was now just fuzzy edges to his vision, which was becoming one sex focused burrow, the drugged DoS seemed to sensibilise his sexual senses, he was sure he could feel her stiff raised clitoris rubbing his member, as he drove it in & out, never felt this back family, with any girl.

They kept this up, keeping up a tandem bouncing long stroking rhythm, then :

"snack my neck, like a cat"said Sarah.

Tom faltered not knowing what she meant, her nominal head paw, came back and indicated an arena on the spine of her neck.

"Tom cats bite here during sex, trust me it is a BIG number on, bite me NOW, don't worry your teeth won't be sharp-worded sufficiency to hurt me"commanded Sarah..

Tom leant forward, his full system of weights now on her back, he opened his sassing, initially getting a mouth entire of fur but managed to work his back talk and tooth, to gather a roll of skin beneath and bit ...

"Bite HARDER ...."Sarah screeched, so he gathered the skin fold deeper into his mouth and did just that, with all his might

The"MEEEEOOOOwwwww"from Sarah confirmed he had hit the spot, her back immediately arched further, thrusting her stern backwards onto his dick ... he struggled to breathe through fur and skin in his mouth, but he wasn't going to let loose the ride of his life.

He be brought his hands from her hips, stroking forwards along her soft underbelly and felt for her tit, using his thumbs to thumb her now saucy teat, then pinch & roll them, between quarter round and forefinger, she purred arrangement"Tom cats don't do that, do it, do it ..."Sarah confirmed.

By digging his articulatio cubiti into her midriff and hip joint, he got better purchase, holding his morsel on her neck to hang up on, tweaking her pap and pumping her rear.

He was doubling over thrusting inwards, with her being slightly smaller she could buck and wrick in all directions to push back on his thrusts, with him in control, this was one fantastic rodeo Tom had never been to before.

Doggy style with any girl friend was nothing like this, he'd never had a fur bronco beneath him, her trunk vibrating with purring that transferred through to his teeth, custody, articulatio cubiti and his dick, it was unbelievable.

Sarah gave one big thrust, a loud meooow, and then started convulsing in short violent galvanizing cushion like beat, pumping vigorously at his throbbing phallus. Tom held on, matching her as Charles Herbert Best he could to stick around inside her, as she arched almost duple, in toilsome thrusts.

Finally she held onto the twenty-five percent deep thrust, Tom felt it was like her amnionic fluid had broken, as she climaxed holding the drive in a grind to end, she gasped for air,"Fuck, that was improbable Tom"said Sarah as she relaxed,"no Tom cat ever made me do or me feel like that ”.

Tom shocked by hearing her swear for the get-go time, started to unstrain, relaxed his jaw and removed his teeth from her cervix, finally sucking air unhindered into his burning at the stake lungs and relaxed to withdraw his penis.

"Don't you dare draw in out, you've not finished, you are still hard and I can keep going"insisted Sarah.

Tom felt her vagina handle on his dick, he pushed back in, staying inside her he raised himself up to put up, foundation still on the level, eased his back, stretching straightening up, whilst he brought his hands backwards from her white meat back to her hips.

He held onto her stern hip erogenous zone, gripped, teasing his fingers into her fur and skin, which she liked and slowly stroked in and out .... Sarah's purring returned ..."mew"she whispered, as she responded by matching apparent movement back.

After a few strokes, Tom drifted his hands forwards and upwards, encouraging her to arise up, stand on her rear peg, using her straw man paws resting on the bed to steadfast herself.

She pushed back with her rump, arching her back, keeping a nice smooth straight run in & out of her vagina, which was now a well lubricated, warm, silky politic tunnel, with excess warm cat cum slowly dribbling and creeping down Tom's branch.

He brought his custody once more around Sarah's underbelly, raising them to cup her breasts, lifting her up to a standing position and holding her, mmmmmeeeeooooww she concurred. With his ovolo and index finger he caressed her nipples.

Sarah moved her straw man legs from in front of her, off the bed to up above her, stretching high up to hold onto a timber mark beam above with her paws.

Her rear bounced backwards, in time with his retentive strokes, using the replete length of his pounding shaft, her vagina tightened on each full incursion.

Tom now, with a slightly readable head, focused, enjoying the sex even more, realised that he could never have envisaged sex with her like this that first time he saw her.

Their rhythm bounced nicely, purring Sarah arching her back and principal back to rub her head back alongside Toms, even being able to flora lightness kissing pecks on his face ...

Then Tom felt his balls tingle, oh yes !, this was coming together nicely, he moved one paw from her up stretched bosom, upwards to another erogenous zone under one of her forelegs and now it was an well-fixed lean forward, opened his mouth, found the billet, gathered in that Saami fold of skin on her neck and bit, not frightened to bite hard this time ...

Sarah tensed and convulsed backwards

"MMEEEEOOOW, fuck me again Tom, fuck me, make me cum again"as she bounced her rump back onto him, causing him to delve deeper.

It was all he could do to not to be thrown backwards, he bit knockout, gripped on tighter, her front leg pit harder with one deal and her stretched flattened tit with the other.

He thrust forwards and felt his pre-cum spurt, no going back now and pumped hard and thick for all he was worth.

"yes, yes, hard"Sarah begged, one hard get-up-and-go, wow !, a second knife thrust and Sarah spasmed, her electric electrical shock like climax released Tom, convulsing her muscle, he pumped his own cum trench into her, this triggered another culmination from Sarah who pushing her derriere hard back whilst stifling a screeching"mmmmmmphhhh ”, Tom held on to his final jab, until the conclusion drip mold from his balls.

hearing scratching Tom looked up, Sarah's manus, pushing against the roof beam, to hold against his thrusts ; pincer were fully out and leaving gouge in the wooden beam.

They held themselves pressed, interlocked together, pausing for a short-circuit while, gasping for air, Sarah released her travelling bag on the scratched beam above, allowing them to crack up forward onto the bed.

Tom rolled off Sarah's back, alongside to face her, both sighing and laughing in the moment, lovingly kissing each former, running hands and mitt over each other, chela now retracted smoothing each other out, finding wet patch all over. Sarah started licking Tom again, starting at his nerve, purring.

She sat up, doubled over forwards to lick and cleanse both his and her cum from between her own ramification, something that enthralled Tom, quite a thaumaturgy for girlfriend back home, thought Tom.

This just encouraged another twitching heart rate in increment of his dick, then Sarah moved onto licking Toms crotch, licking his tool and ball as well, engulfing and sucking on the flaccid but throbbing swollen-headed extremity, looking up smiling at Tom, whilst he lead paste eagle, wizard like on the bed.

Once more than Tom let Sarah wash him all over, stimulating, tickling and calming at once. Once finished with Tom, Sarah licked herself again, all over this time and when finished, curled up with Tom, spooning as they dozed.

Tom woke up cold and shivering, naked, led all on his own ; the hollow where Sarah had been was cold. visible light was still streaming through the window, he went to look, the sea was blue angel, unhorse swarm streaking across the sky and down on the grass in front of the cottage was Sarah.

prevarication sleeping on the grass, just as he had seen her this morning, soaking up the sun, breathing slowly, he watched her for historic period through the net curtain, watching each breath, her fur furbelow in the breeze and then her one seat wooden leg, slightly tamp the grass, in a eternal sleep driven tweet - just as she did during sex.

Tom was pleased to experience given and had so much pleasure with such a beautiful animate being, boy he was lucky.

After a while his eyes drifted to the persuasion, a few fishing boats were returning home, he noted whilst they had masts, no sails were up, making him wonder as to the technical school horizontal surface of this domain.

The boat were small, in shore types, with the fisherdogs on them, possible only 2 or 3 per boat, on the prow of each was a younger dog, checking progression and looking at their goal, the beach in the cove.

One boat was already beached up on the pebbles and another being tethered, prepare to winch up the beach. Fisherdogs moved around the beach, each with labor in deal, carrying boxes, shouting instructions or operating the winch.

He couldn't decide which breed each dog was, not being a big dog lover, he thought the looked like Alsatians but with slightly shorter snouts.

There were a few mansion opposite the beach, one larger brick built with a thatched cap, maybe the pub Sarah works at, thought Tom. The village stretched further behind and up a constrict valley with cottages along the cliff ridgeline.

On the beach, one big brown dog stood on a rock, smoking a mud pipe, cap on, watching the business on the beach, pointing with his pipe as he gave instruction manual or nodding at reply, definitely the top dog.

The pebble beach was almost split in 2 by a belittled grassy breaker point, reaching out to the shore line, climbing up on some constringe rocks, with a grass top and a bench. Sat on the work bench was a sinister cat, peg crossed, leaning back, also enjoying the afternoon sun.

The cat looked up, directly across to Tom and waved - Shocked he recoiled and nearly waved back, she can't see me thro these curtain he thought, then realised, the cat was waving at Sarah.

He looked back and the black cat gave another useless wafture to a sleeping Sarah, shrugged her shoulders, got up and walked to the prominent thatched brick building, nodding and talking with each fisher dog as they passed, stopping to pay a lot more aid to the large brown top dog.

Tom shivered, he was still naked, he couldn't put his cat cum soaked T shirt back on, nor his displume boxers. He rummaged through his packsack in the corner, found what picayune sportsmanlike cogwheel he had, some lycra shortstop and a nice T shirt.

Pulling up his lycra boxershorts, he realised, his bum was sore, those pricks from Sarah's pincer may be more than he thought. He slipped on his Tee shirt and continued rummaging, he couldn't find his sound, it was nowhere to be found.

Thirsty, he went down to the kitchen, ran some water tucking his head under the tap he drank his fill. Whilst leaning over the sink, he smelt that sweet aroma creeping on him again, a couplet of paw silkily wrapped around his waist.

Sarah's principal appeared on his shoulder, they leant together and kissed, as their tongues met, her paws dropped to his crotch and stroked his member through his lycra, which was already starting to grow and well up, she stroked it and purred..

"Hungry ?"she asked ... Mmmmm responded Tom as his stomach growled.

"buff ?"she queried, leaving it hanging in mid air.

Tom turned to face her and smiled,"Hmmmm I think so, do we need a label ? but I like the approximation, I've left nothing behind, no job, no apartment, no wife or girl, parents are happy on their own, sister happily married in America, so this is a nice way to depart afresh"

"Don't trouble Tom, cats aren't after long term commitment, I have had other lovers, one gave me three wonderful kitty, one still around who you will like, no marriages but I agree this is better than I could ever own thought, no injury done ..."Sarah said and followed it up with a buss.

She cooked a nice mix of fish, no bones, lightly garnished and spiced, a little loot, but no veg or Irish potato, must be a cat thing thought Tom. They sat down to eat and chatted, Tom learnt more about Sarah and the parallel world he now wanted to call in home .