Tom relaxed in the basket chairman as much as he could ; his rakehell was now starting to run riot again, that sweet perfume of Sarah on heat energy was starting to work its magic again.

He looked into Sarah's centre that shone luminescent green back at him, will her to study his penis into her oral fissure again ...

But she got up onto all quadruplet and turned to him"Quick Tom, gather everything of yours, leave nothing down here, get on a higher floor, the way I was screeching the fisher cat hound would give heard me in the following county, let alone out to sea, I bet half the village would receive heard me ..."Sarah urgently explained she quickly searched out of the window, just in case there was a mob of tar forking 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 pugilist trapping them inside his shortstop, he quickly tied his belt, gathered all his belongings, rucksack and shoe.

He stood up, looking rhythm to check for anything to witness his presence. Sarah pointed at stairs, again with a low entrance ; everything was to suit cats on all fours moving around the house, not humankind on 2 legs.

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

There was one door heart-to-heart at the top of the stair, with two closed"straight into my room, the door open"instructed Sarah.

The room was small but with a large basket bed, poof sizing, windowpane looking out across the sea.

Tom threw his stuff in a corner ; with no apparel to keep cats don't need press.

Sarah pulled the net curtains closed, glancing all around, obviously not seeing anything, as she relaxed with a foresighted sigh of alleviation ...

"You're going to give birth to stick around here for a while, so no one puts 2 and 2 together. An nameless human appearing after a 7 class violent storm will be obvious, thankfully the kittens won't retort for a few days and I am not due to return to act upon until my passion subsides.

Plus it will be dainty to pass some fourth dimension alone with a man ...."Sarah said, almost licking her backtalk ...

Tom stood there, disheveled, not sure quite what to do next, with there being no chair here in the chamber.

"Take off those clothes, you furless thing you, put them in the corner, we'll have to work out how to wash those later. You are smutty and also necessitate a wash, get on the bed"Sarah's tone was playful and Tom liked this side of meat of her.

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

Sarah followed onto the bed, as if stalking him, until her horn in touched his, licked him on his lips then her tongue followed round to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his auricle, neck and face, working to and fro across his face passing his sassing to steal a kiss, sometimes a peck, sometimes a lingering tongue.

This was quite titillating and rather than being sticky and yucky, surprisingly he was beginning to palpate freshen and he was feeling sportsmanlike. All the time that endocrine induced lustfulness was building up again, that slightly drugged, tipsy feeling crept back.

His handwriting drifted to her ears and quietly stroked ... She purred quietly, whispering instructions every now and then about other expanse he could scratch and stroke. He watched her fur move as he brushed and stroked, how it gave a gloss reflection as it caught the lighting, inspected the patterns of tiger airstrip like shapes on her pelage.

She worked her way down his chest ( not that he had enough to name a hairy pectus, let alone a furred one ), she slowly methodically worked down each arm, she lingered longer on his right, her tongue wrapping around each finger, enjoying the lingering gustation of her own succus on him.

Tom was embarrassed as he couldn't remember when he last 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 postdate her instructions, stroking the directed country with his fingers, scrunching up her hide and fur, improving his techniques based on the feedback from her purring and a making a mental map of her erogenous zones.

He certainly was enjoying this titillating experience, the pleasure of her glossa, slightly uncut caressing his skin, plus her heat putting him in a mildly euphoric province. By the fourth dimension she got to his genitals, he had a full empire state building pointing at the ceiling, egg already aching for another guesswork, her fur tickling and teasing his now tender tegument.

He was slowly drowning in that sweet internal secretion of hers again, his blood ascent. She slid down avoiding his pulsating cock, licking slowly down each leg and foot.

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

Tom was now able to stroke her tail again as they were now top & tailed ( a saying that works in both worlds ) ....

He loved her purring it felt stimulating and erotic. His eyesight was blurring, his hawkshaw was pulsating with desire.

This was an incredible experience, her tail swung side to side, the tip stroking and teasing across his back, allowing him to stroke the home upwards.

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

He shook his foggy head to concentrate, turned his upper torso, moved his workforce from her quarter to her hind legs, pulling her inwards, then raising her uppermost rearward leg, he got sight of his goals and leaned forward, the drug like United States Department of State driving him on to pleasure her.

As his spit touched her anus, her hormonal chemistry slugged him again, his pass nearly exploded, with his head teacher swooning, he focused on his task, winding his lingua around the rim of her anus, lapping it round then trailed it southwards to her vulva, Sarah's purring increase, pulsating her bottom ...

His desire to swim in that pool held within her lips was overwhelming, extending his tongue out he delved in, the nectar rushed him again, his oral sex swooning, who needs class A drugs when you can get this thinking Tom ... He lapped, licked and sucked in her wetness that slowly increased, as did her purring.

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

Tom automatically thrust his hips into her, feeling her soft underbelly solace his throbbing appendage wanting it to get inside. His head buried between her pegleg, his torso resting on her indulgent underbelly, Sarah now on her back, her breasts pressing onto him.

Meeeeooooow, Sarah purred quietly and slightly arched her back, resting her front manus on his arse, pulling at his cheeks. Then he felt sharp dickhead,"She has claws ?"thought Tom, not razor knifelike but astute enough, mmmmph he reacted, the chela pulled his impertinence apart, then a finger, clawless probed his anus, tweaking and teased its way in, no human young woman ever did this ! ...

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

Sarah denied his shaft ledger entry into her sassing, but licked around his clump, teasing between his second joint and towards his anus and lube her probing digit.

He had to close his eyes to centre his mind, as the drug consequence was too corking. It was like floating above your best sex married person, separated by the piano vibrating eiderdown whilst it caressed and scratched your bum.

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

Tom opened his eyes to see her give over, from her backbone onto all fours, head down, front legs stretching out, her butt raising high up in the air, exposing everything with tail curved gamy over her inverted back.

She was beautiful, even in this drug like fuzzy fog, 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, get on me now Tom ; like a cat, hard, don't lose the second - and you had meliorate make it last thirster than downstairs"she commanded sternly, a different face to her, but to be bonny, she had a head ...

Her back end rose slightly to make the point ...

He didn't need to be told twice, he half skin half fell off the bed, stood up, her rear was the most wonderful invitation ever, trail up, anus quivering, her vulva assailable, juice leaking ...

He edged forward, gripped her posterior fundament with one mitt, her hip of one leg with the other, as soon as the tip of his phallus touched her damp and felt her rim ; she pushed back, so he was fully immersed before he knew it, pulling his foreskin fully back sharply in one slightly painful movement, causing

Tom to suck air in at the pleasurable pain.

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

Tom pulling back far enough to just keep his phallus from popping out, then driving back inwards to grinding hip 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 drive.

The relief of the room was now just fuzzy boundary to his vision, which was becoming one sex focused burrow, the drugged state seemed to sensitize his sexual senses, he was for certain he could feel her stiff raised clitoris rubbing his penis, as he drove it in & out, never felt this rachis home, with any girl.

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

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

Tom faltered not knowing what she meant, her front paw, came back and indicated an country on the backbone of her neck.

"Tom cats bite here during sex, trust me it is a BIG turn on, sting me NOW, don't worry your teeth won't be acutely enough to hurt me"commanded Sarah..

Tom leant forward, his good weight now on her back, he opened his back talk, initially getting a sass full of fur but managed to sour his back talk and teeth, to conglomerate a peal of pare beneath and bit ...

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

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

He be brought his hands from her pelvic girdle, stroking forwards along her soft underbelly and felt for her breasts, using his quarter round to flick her now pert mammilla, then pinch & twine them, between quarter round and forefinger, she purred agreement"Tom cats don't do that, do it, do it ..."Sarah confirmed.

By digging his elbows into her diaphragm and hip, he got better purchase, holding his sting on her neck to hang on, tweaking her nipples and pumping her rear.

He was doubling over jab inwards, with her being slightly small-scale she could buck and sprain in all focus 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 admirer was nothing like this, he'd never had a fur bronc beneath him, her dead body vibrating with purring that transferred through to his tooth, hands, elbows and his gumshoe, it was unbelievable.

Sarah gave one big push, a tawdry meooow, and then started convulsing in shortsighted violent electric car impact like beat, pumping vigorously at his throbbing member. Tom held on, matching her as best he could to stay inside her, as she arched almost doubled, in hard thrusts.

Finally she held onto the fourth part deep thrust, Tom felt it was like her weewee had broken, as she climaxed holding the thrust in a grind to end, she gasped for air,"ass, that was unlikely 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 first time, started to slow down, relaxed his jaw and removed his dentition from her neck, finally sucking air unhindered into his burn lungs and relaxed to withdraw his penis.

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

Tom felt her vagina grip on his tool, he pushed back in, staying inside her he raised himself up to stand, pes still on the floor, eased his back, stretching straightening up, whilst he brought his men backwards from her breasts back to her hips.

He held onto her rear hip erogenous zones, gripped, teasing his fingers into her fur and pelt, which she liked and slowly stroked in and out .... Sarah's purring returned ..."meow"she whispered, as she responded by matching effort back.

After a few strokes, Tom drifted his hired hand forwards and upwards, encouraging her to move up up, stand on her tail legs, using her front hand resting on the bed to steady herself.

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

He brought his manpower once more around Sarah's underbelly, raising them to cup her knocker, lifting her up to a standing view and holding her, mmmmmeeeeooooww she concurred. With his thumbs and forefinger he caressed her nipples.

Sarah moved her front ramification from in battlefront of her, off the bed to up above her, stretching high up to have got onto a timber cross light beam above with her paws.

Her rear bounced backwards, in meter with his long strokes, using the wide length of his throb tool, her vagina tightened on each wide-cut penetration.

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

Their rhythm bounced nicely, purring Sarah arching her dorsum and drumhead back to rub her school principal back alongside Tom, even being able to plant light kissing sight on his nerve ...

Then Tom felt his formal tingle, oh yes !, this was coming together nicely, he moved one manus from her up debase breast, upwards to another erogenous zone under one of her forelegs and now it was an easy lean forward, opened his oral cavity, found the spot, gathered in that Lapp crimp of skin on her neck and bit, not frightened to bite hard this sentence ...

Sarah tensed and convulsed backwards

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

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

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

"yes, yes, hard"Sarah begged, one hard energy, wow !, a second thrust and Sarah spasmed, her electric automobile shock like climax released Tom, convulsing her muscularity, he pumped his own cum deep into her, this triggered another climax from Sarah who pushing her rear firmly back whilst stifling a screech"mmmmmmphhhh ”, Tom held on to his concluding thrust, until the last dripping from his testicle.

Hearing scratching Tom looked up, Sarah's paws, 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 while, gasping for air, Sarah released her bobby pin on the chafe light beam above, allowing them to crock up forward onto the bed.

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

She sat up, doubled over forwards to lick and strip both his and her cum from between her own legs, something that enthralled Tom, quite a deception for girls back home, thought Tom.

This just encouraged another twitching heartbeat in increment of his shaft, then Sarah moved onto licking Toms fork, licking his prick and clod as well, engulfing and sucking on the flaccid but throbbing well member, looking up smiling at Tom, whilst he lead spread eagle, adept 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 metre and when finished, curled up with Tom, spooning as they dozed.

Tom woke up frigidness and shivering, naked, led all on his own ; the hollow where Sarah had been was coldness. brightness level was still streaming through the windowpane, he went to look, the sea was blue, light clouds streaking across the sky and down on the grass in front man of the cottage was Sarah.

fabrication sleeping on the Mary Jane, just as he had seen her this morning, soaking up the sun, breathing slowly, he watched her for ages through the net pall, watching each hint, her fur disturbance in the breeze and then her one rear legs, slightly tamp the Grass, in a kip driven twitch - just as she did during sex.

Tom was pleased to give birth given and had so much pleasure with such a beautiful animal, boy he was lucky.

After a while his optic drifted to the view, a few fishing boats were returning plate, he noted whilst they had masts, no canvas were up, making him wonder as to the technical school point of this creation.

The gravy boat were low, in shoring character, with the fisherdogs on them, possible only 2 or 3 per boat, on the prow of each was a younger dog, checking progress and looking at their goal, the beach in the cove.

One boat was already beached up on the pebbles and another being tethered, ready to winch up the beach. Fisherdogs moved around the beach, each with chore in hired hand, carrying boxes, shouting instructions or operating the windlass.

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

There were a few theatre opposite the beach, one bombastic brick built with a thatched roof, maybe the pub Sarah works at, thought Tom. The small town stretched further behind and up a narrow down valley with cottages along the drop ridges.

On the beach, one big brown dog stood on a careen, smoking a clay pipe, cap on, watching the business organization on the beach, pointing with his pipe as he gave instructions or nodding at response, definitely the top dog.

The pebble beach was almost split in 2 by a little grassy item, reaching out to the shore line, climbing up on some narrow rocks, with a Gunter Grass top and a Bench. Sat on the bench was a disastrous cat, pegleg 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 shameful cat gave another useless wave to a sleeping Sarah, shrugged her shoulders, got up and walked to the large thatched brick building, nodding and talking with each fisher dog as they passed, stopping to pay a lot More attention to the great brown top dog.

Tom shivered, he was still au naturel, he couldn't put his cat cum soaked T shirt back on, nor his torn shorts. He rummaged through his knapsack in the corner, found what niggling clean gearing he had, some lycra short pants and a nice T shirt.

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

Thirsty, he went down to the kitchen, ran some piss tucking his head under the tap he drank his filling. Whilst leaning over the sink, he smelt that angelic aroma creeping on him again, a twain of paws silkily wrapped around his waist.

Sarah's headway appeared on his berm, they leant together and kissed, as their lingua met, her paws dropped to his crotch and stroked his member through his lycra, which was already starting to raise and swell, she stroked it and purred..

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

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

Tom turned to face up her and smiled,"Hmmmm I think so, do we need a recording label ? but I like the estimate, I've left nothing behind, no job, no apartment, no wife or girl, parents are happy on their own, sister happily married in U.S., so this is a decent way to start afresh"

"Don't trouble Tom, cats aren't after foresightful term committal, I have had other lover, one gave me three wonderful kittens, one still around who you will like, no marriages but I agree this is ameliorate than I could ever stimulate thought, no injury done ..."Sarah said and followed it up with a kiss.

She cooked a nice mix of Pisces, no os, lightly garnished and spiced, a little gelt, but no veg or white potato vine, must be a cat thing thought Tom. They sat down to eat and chatted, Tom learnt more about Sarah and the parallel of latitude cosmos he now wanted to forebode place .