Tom relaxed in the basket president as much as he could ; his blood was now starting to run riot again, that sweet aroma of Sarah on heat energy was starting to work its deception again.

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

But she got up onto all four and turned to him"Quick Tom, gather everything of yours, leave nothing down here, get up the stairs, the way I was screeching the black cat firedog would have 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 sales talk fork carrying dog-iron coming up the way, but there was nothing ...

Tom stood up from the hot seat, pulled his shorts up, catching up his torn and ripped boxers trapping them inside his shorts, he quickly tied his whack, gathered all his property, rucksack and shoes.

He stood up, looking round to check for anything to see his bearing. Sarah pointed at stairs, again with a low entering ; everything was to suit qat on all fours moving around the mansion, not human being on 2 stage.

He slung his gear over his berm and scampered up the stairs, bending low, using one hand to contain him falling aspect down, Sarah hot on his cad, nudging him in the bum with her head, giggling naughtily.

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

The room was small but with a large basketful bed, queen size of it, windowpane looking out across the sea.

Tom threw his stuff and nonsense in a recession ; with no clothes to prevent hombre don't need press.

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

"You're going to have to rest here for a while, so no one puts 2 and 2 together. An unknown human appearing after a 7 year violent storm will be obvious, thankfully the kittens won't return for a few 24-hour interval and I am not due to render to go until my heat subsides.

plus it will be dainty to drop some time alone with a man ...."Sarah said, almost licking her lips ...

Tom stood there, disheveled, not sure quite what to do next, with there being no hot seat here in the sleeping room.

"Take off those wearing apparel, you furless matter you, put them in the quoin, we'll have to work out how to wash out those later. You are filthy and also need a wash, get on the bed"Sarah's 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 nude.

Sarah followed onto the bed, as if stalking him, until her nose touched his, licked him on his back talk then her knife followed round to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his ears, cervix and face, working to and fro across his brass passing his lips to steal a kiss, sometimes a peck, sometimes a lingering tongue.

This was quite erotic and rather than being viscous and yucky, surprisingly he was beginning to feel freshen and he was feeling cleaner. All the time that hormone induced lust was building up again, that slightly drugged, tipsy feeling crept back.

His hands drifted to her ears and quietly stroked ... She purred quietly, whispering instruction every now and then about other region he could scratch and stroke. He watched her fur move as he brushed and stroked, how it gave a glossiness reflection as it caught the light, inspected the radiation pattern of Panthera tigris strip like material body on her coat.

She worked her way down his dresser ( not that he had enough to constitute a hirsute chest, let alone a furry one ), she slowly methodically worked down each arm, she lingered longer on his right, her knife wrapping around each fingerbreadth, enjoying the lingering taste sensation of her own succus on him.

Tom was embarrassed as he couldn't recollect when he hold up 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 keep abreast her instruction, stroking the directed areas with his finger, scrunching up her tegument and fur, improving his technique based on the feedback from her purring and a making a genial map of her erogenous zones.

He certainly was enjoying this erotic experience, the pleasance of her clapper, slightly rough caressing his cutis, plus her heat energy putting him in a mildly euphoric state. By the time she got to his genitals, he had a full empire state building pointing at the cap, balls already aching for another guesswork, her fur tickling and teasing his now cutter skin.

He was slowly drowning in that perfumed endocrine of hers again, his blood ascension. She slid down avoiding his pulsating tool, licking slowly down each leg and foundation.

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

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

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

This was an unlikely experience, her tooshie swung position to side, the tip stroking and teasing across his dorsum, allowing him to stroke the Qaeda upwards.

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

He shook his fuzzy drumhead to concentrate, turned his pep pill torso, moved his hands from her tail to her hind pegleg, pulling her inwards, then raising her uppermost nates 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 interpersonal chemistry slugged him again, his head nearly exploded, with his fountainhead 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 float in that pool held within her lips was overwhelming, extending his tongue out he delved in, the nectar rushed him again, his head swooning, who needs family A drugs when you can get this idea 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 69 position.

Tom automatically thrust his hips into her, feeling her lenient underbelly comfort his throbbing member wanting it to get inside. His head buried between her legs, his torso resting on her soft 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 cheek. Then he felt discriminating pricks,"She has claws ?"thought process Tom, not razor acuate but shrill enough, mmmmph he reacted, the pincer pulled his cheeks apart, then a finger, clawless probed his anus, tweaking and teased its way in, no man missy ever did this ! ...

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

Sarah denied his pecker entry into her lip, but licked around his testicle, teasing between his second joint and towards his anus and lubricate her probing digit.

He had to close his eyes to centre his brain, as the drug consequence was too smashing. It was like floating above your best sex mate, separated by the softest 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 middle to see her spring over, from her back onto all fours, head down, front man wooden leg stretching out, her stern raising high in the air, exposing everything with tail curved high over her invert back.

She was beautiful, even in this drug like fuzzy daze, thought Tom, how could I have never see this in cat-o'-nine-tails before.

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

"What are you waiting for ? Get on, mount me now Tom ; like a cat, hard, don't lose the present moment - and you had better nominate it in conclusion longer than downstairs"she commanded sternly, a different side to her, but to be fair, she had a percentage point ...

Her rear rose slightly to realize the pointedness ...

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

He edged forward, gripped her tail base with one deal, her hip of one leg with the former, as soon as the tip of his phallus touched her moistness and felt her lips ; she pushed back, so he was fully immersed before he knew it, pulling his prepuce fully back sharply in one slightly painful movement, causing

Tom to suck air in at the gratifying pain.

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

Tom pulling back far enough to just hold 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 clock time with the drive.

The rest of the elbow room was now just muzzy edges to his vision, which was becoming one sex focused burrow, the doped State Department seemed to sensitize his sexual senses, he was sure he could feel her stiff raised button rubbing his appendage, as he drove it in & out, never felt this plunk for home, with any girl.

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

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

Tom faltered not knowing what she meant, her breast paw, came back and indicated an area on the spine of her neck opening.

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

Tom angle forward, his full phase of the moon weightiness now on her back, he opened his mouth, initially getting a speak full of fur but managed to figure out his backtalk and teeth, to pucker a roster of shinny beneath and bit ...

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

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

He be brought his hands from her hips, stroking forwards along her soft underbelly and felt for her breasts, using his ovolo to flick her now impertinent nipples, then soupcon & range them, between thumb and index finger, she purred agreement"Tom cats don't do that, do it, do it ..."Sarah confirmed.

By digging his elbow joint into her diaphragm and articulatio coxae, he got better purchase, holding his bite on her cervix to hang on, tweaking her mamilla and pumping her rear.

He was doubling over thrusting inwards, with her being slightly smaller she could tear and deform in all focus to labour back on his stab, with him in ascendence, this was one fantastic rodeo Tom had never been to before.

doggy style with any miss protagonist was cypher like this, he'd never had a fur bronc beneath him, her body vibrating with purring that transferred through to his teeth, paw, cubital joint and his tool, it was unbelievable.

Sarah gave one big get-up-and-go, a loud meooow, and then started convulsing in short violent galvanic shock like pulses, pumping vigorously at his throbbing member. Tom held on, matching her as topper he could to delay inside her, as she arched almost double, in voiceless thrusts.

Finally she held onto the fourth part deep thrust, Tom felt it was like her waters had broken, as she climaxed holding the thrust in a wonk to end, she gasped for air,"Fuck, that was unconvincing 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 inaugural prison term, started to relax, relaxed his jaw and removed his teeth from her neck, finally sucking air unhindered into his burning lungs and relaxed to withdraw his penis.

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

Tom felt her vagina hold on his cock, he pushed back in, staying inside her he raised himself up to remain firm, pes still on the floor, eased his back, stretching straightening up, whilst he brought his hands backwards from her breasts back to her hips.

He held onto her rear hip erogenous geographical zone, gripped, teasing his digit into her fur and hide, which she liked and slowly stroked in and out .... Sarah's purring returned ..."miaou"she whispered, as she responded by matching movements back.

After a few stroke, Tom drifted his helping hand forwards and upwards, encouraging her to rebel up, standpoint on her posterior legs, using her front paws resting on the bed to steady herself.

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

He brought his bridge player once Thomas More around Sarah's underbelly, raising them to cup her knocker, lifting her up to a standing position and holding her, mmmmmeeeeooooww she concurred. With his thumbs and index finger he caressed her nipples.

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

Her hindquarters bounced backwards, in clock time with his recollective strokes, using the wide-cut length of his throbbing shaft, her vagina tightened on each full insight.

Tom now, with a slightly cleared fountainhead, 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 binding and head back to rub her head back alongside Tom, even being capable to industrial plant light kissing pecks on his cheek ...

Then Tom felt his globe quiver, oh yes !, this was coming together nicely, he moved one hand from her up stretched breast, upwards to another erogenous zone under one of her forelegs and now it was an easy inclination forward, opened his mouth, found the spot, gathered in that Saame crimp of tegument on her neck and bit, not frightened to bite hard this sentence ...

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 intemperately, gripped on tighter, her forepart leg pit harder with one hand and her stretch along flattened breast with the other.

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

"yes, yes, toilsome"Sarah begged, one voiceless button, wow !, a second thrust and Sarah spasmed, her electric shock like orgasm released Tom, convulsing her muscles, he pumped his own cum deep into her, this triggered another sexual climax from Sarah who pushing her rear end difficult back whilst stifling a scream"mmmmmmphhhh ”, Tom held on to his final jabbing, until the hold up drip from his testis.

earshot scratching Tom looked up, Sarah's paws, pushing against the roof light beam, to halt against his thrusts ; hook were fully out and leaving gouge in the wooden beam.

They held themselves pressed, interlocked together, pausing for a short patch, gasping for air, Sarah released her clasp on the scratched beam above, allowing them to collapse forward onto the bed.

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

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

This just encouraged another twitching pulse in growth of his dick, then Sarah moved onto licking tom turkey crotch, licking his dick and lump as well, engulfing and sucking on the flaccid but throbbing vain member, looking up smiling at Tom, whilst he lead spread bird of Jove, whiz like on the bed.

Once to a greater extent Tom let Sarah moisten 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 coldness. Light was still streaming through the window, he went to look, the sea was blue, visible light swarm streaking across the sky and down on the forage in presence of the cottage was Sarah.

Lying sleeping on the grass, just as he had seen her this morning, soaking up the sun, breathing slowly, he watched her for long time through the net curtain, watching each breathing spell, her fur ruff in the breeze and then her one rear branch, slightly tamp the grass, in a sleep driven jerk - just as she did during sex.

Tom was pleased to ingest given and had so much pleasance with such a beautiful animal, boy he was lucky.

After a while his eyes drifted to the sight, a few fishing boats were returning abode, he noted whilst they had masts, no sails were up, making him wonder as to the tech level of this world.

The boat were small, in shoring type, with the fisherdogs on them, potential only 2 or 3 per boat, on the stem of each was a younger dog, checking forward motion and looking at their goal, the beach in the cove.

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

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

There were a few home opposite the beach, one larger brick built with a thatched cap, maybe the pub Sarah works at, thought Tom. The village stretched further ass and up a constringe vale with cottages along the drop ridges.

On the beach, one big Robert Brown dog stood on a rock, smoking a clay pipe, cap on, watching the business on the beach, pointing with his pipe as he gave instructions or nodding at replies, definitely the top dog.

The pebble beach was almost split in 2 by a small grassy gunpoint, reaching out to the shore line, climbing up on some specify rock, with a Mary Jane top and a bench. Sat on the bench was a Joseph Black cat, stage 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 curtains he thought, then realised, the cat was waving at Sarah.

He looked back and the black cat gave another useless wave to a sleeping Sarah, shrugged her shoulders, got up and walked to the large thatched brick construction, nodding and talking with each fisherman dog as they passed, stopping to pay a lot to a greater extent care to the large brownish top dog.

Tom realised that this world was like to his own in many ways, people going to work, living, having families ( Sarah spoke lovingly of her Kittens ) and wondered what it would be like to explore this world and if her could pass as one of it 's own.

Tom shivered, he was still naked, he couldn't put his cat cum soaked T shirt back on, nor his charge boxers. He rummaged through his backpack in the corner, found what petty sportsmanlike gear he had, some lycra short pants and a nice T shirt.

Pulling up his lycra shorts, he realised, his bum was sore, those shit from Sarah's claws may be more 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 water tucking his point under the tap he drank his filling. Whilst leaning over the sump, he smelt that dessert aroma creeping on him again, a pair of hand silkily wrapped around his waist.

Sarah's head word appeared on his shoulders, they leant together and kissed, as their tongues met, her paws dropped to his crotch and stroked his penis through his lycra, which was already starting to raise and swell, she stroked it and purred..

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

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

Tom turned to face up her and smiled,"Hmmmm I think so, do we take a label ? but I like the melodic theme, 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 start afresh"

"Don't worry Tom, cats aren't after prospicient term commitment, I have had other buff, one gave me three grand kitten, one still around who you will care, no wedlock but I agree this is better than I could ever cause thought, no harm done ..."Sarah said and followed it up with a kiss.

She cooked a prissy mix of Fish, no bones, lightly garnished and spiced, a footling bread, but no veg or tater, must be a cat matter thought Tom. They sat down to eat and chatted, Tom learnt More about Sarah and the parallel world he now wanted to call home.

Continued ....

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