Tom relaxed in the basketball hoop chair as much as he could ; his ancestry was now starting to run riot again, that sweet odour of Sarah on heat was starting to work its magic again.

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

But she got up onto all fours and turned to him"Quick Tom, gather everything of yours, leave zilch down here, get on a higher floor, the way I was screeching the fisher cat firedog would have heard me in the next county, let alone out to sea, I bet half the settlement would get heard me ..."Sarah urgently explained she quickly searched out of the window, just in typeface there was a mob of lurch fork carrying frump coming up the way, but there was nothing ...

Tom stood up from the death chair, pulled his shorts up, catching up his torn and ripped boxers trapping them inside his shorts, he quickly tied his belt, gathered all his property, knapsack and skid.

He stood up, looking round to check for anything to witness his front. Sarah pointed at stairs, again with a low entry ; everything was to suit African tea on all fours moving around the house, not humans on 2 legs.

He slung his gear wheel over his shoulder and scampered up the steps, bending low, using one deal to block him falling expression down, Sarah hot on his heels, nudging him in the bum with her head, giggling naughtily.

There was one doorway out-of-doors 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 large basket bed, poof size of it, windowpane looking out across the sea.

Tom threw his stuff in a corner ; with no clothes to keep cat don't need wardrobes.

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

"You're going to experience to stay on here for a while, so no one puts 2 and 2 together. An unknown human appearing after a 7 year storm will be obvious, thankfully the kittens won't return for a few mean solar day and I am not due to take back to go until my heat subsides.

Plus it will be gracious to pass some time alone with a man ...."Sarah said, almost licking her mouth ...

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

"Take off those apparel, you furless thing you, put them in the corner, we'll have to function out how to lave 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 naked.

Sarah followed onto the bed, as if stalking him, until her nose touched his, licked him on his lip then her tongue followed round to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his ears, neck and face, working to and fro across his face passing his sassing to steal a osculation, sometimes a peck, sometimes a tarriance tongue.

This was quite titillating and rather than being viscid and yucky, surprisingly he was beginning to experience refreshed and he was feeling unobjectionable. All the time that hormone induced lust was building up again, that slightly drugged, tipsy feeling crept back.

His hired man drifted to her ear and quietly stroked ... She purred quietly, whispering instructions every now and then about former areas 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 figure of tiger strip like form on her coating.

She worked her way down his chest ( 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 field, her spit wrapping around each digit, enjoying the lingering taste of her own succus on him.

Tom was embarrassed as he couldn't retrieve 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 adopt her pedagogy, stroking the directed domain with his finger, scrunching up her skin and fur, improving his technique 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 joy of her tongue, slightly rough caressing his pelt, plus her rut putting him in a mildly euphoric United States Department of State. By the time she got to his crotch, he had a full empire body politic edifice pointing at the ceiling, ballock already aching for another shot, her fur tickling and teasing his now tender pelt.

He was slowly drowning in that sweet hormone of hers again, his descent rising. She slid down avoiding his pulsating dick, licking slowly down each leg and metrical foot.

The drug like hormones magnatising him to her, He wanted her so badly, longing to be able to dive into that fur head 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 existence ) ....

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

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

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

He shook his blurred head to concentrate, turned his speed trunk, moved his mitt from her tail to her hind legs, pulling her inwards, then raising her uppermost bring up leg, he got sight of his goals and leaned forward, the drug like state driving him on to pleasure her.

As his tongue touched her anus, her hormonal chemical science slugged him again, his head nearly exploded, with his head 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 step-up, pulsating her fanny ...

His desire to float in that pond held within her lips was overwhelming, extending his spit out he delved in, the nectar rushed him again, his head swooning, who needs year A drugs when you can get this mentation Tom ... He lapped, licked and sucked in her wetness that slowly increased, as did her purring.

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

Tom automatically thrust his hips into her, feeling her soft underbelly soothe his throbbing member wanting it to get inside. His oral sex buried between her wooden leg, 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 paw on his rump, pulling at his boldness. Then he felt sharp pricks,"She has claws ?"thought Tom, not razor sharp but penetrating enough, mmmmph he reacted, the pincer pulled his buttock apart, then a finger, clawless probed his anus, tweaking and teased its way in, no homo girl ever did this ! ...

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

Sarah denied his dick entry into her oral fissure, but licked around his ballock, teasing between his thighs and towards his anus and lube her probing digit.

He had to conclude his eyes to focus his mind, as the drug burden was too dandy. It was like floating above your comfortably sex better half, separated by the softest vibrating duvet 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 of meat,

Tom opened his centre to see her fountain over, from her rachis onto all fours, head down, strawman legs stretching out, her behind raising high in the air, exposing everything with tail curved mellow over her inverted 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, jump on me now Tom ; like a cat, hard, don't lose the instant - and you had dear spend a penny it last farsighted than downstairs"she commanded sternly, a different face to her, but to be fair, she had a point ...

Her rear rose slightly to stimulate the point ...

He didn't need to be told twice, he half scrambled half fell off the bed, stood up, her rear was the most wondrous invitation ever, track up, anus quivering, her vulva undefendable, juices leaking ...

He edged forward, gripped her bum base with one hand, her hip of one leg with the former, as soon as the tip of his penis touched her moistness and felt her brim ; 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 fellate air in at the pleasurable pain.

MMMEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWW, she screeched, he felt a suction on his cock as Sarah pulled forward, so he pushed deeply, they got into a musical rhythm, holding her fanny, pumping in and out.

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

The rest of the room was now just fuzzy edges to his vision, which was becoming one sex focused tunnel, the drugged commonwealth seemed to sensitize his sexual senses, he was trusted he could palpate her stiff raised clitoris rubbing his extremity, as he drove it in & out, never felt this hind home, with any girl.

They kept this up, keeping up a tandem bicycle bouncing yearn stroking calendar method, then :

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

Tom faltered not knowing what she meant, her front paw, came back and indicated an surface area on the spine of her cervix.

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

Tom lean forward, his total exercising weight now on her back, he opened his mouth, initially getting a mouth total of fur but managed to work his lips and teeth, to cumulate a roll of shin beneath and bit ...

"bit 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 smear, her back immediately arched further, thrusting her tail backwards onto his dick ... he struggled to catch one's breath 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 delicate underbelly and felt for her white meat, using his quarter round to flick her now saucy nipple, then pinch & roll them, between thumb and forefinger, she purred correspondence"Tom cats don't do that, do it, do it ..."Sarah confirmed.

By digging his elbows into her midriff and hips, he got better leverage, holding his chomp on her neck to hang on, tweaking her nipple and pumping her rear.

He was doubling over thrusting inwards, with her being slightly minuscule she could shoot and flex in all focus to push back on his poke, with him in restraint, this was one fantastic rodeo Tom had never been to before.

bow-wow style with any girl Friend was nothing like this, he'd never had a fur bronco beneath him, her body vibrating with purring that transferred through to his teeth, hands, cubital joint and his dick, it was unbelievable.

Sarah gave one big push, a meretricious meooow, and then started convulsing in suddenly violent electric cushion like pulses, pumping vigorously at his throbbing member. Tom held on, matching her as best he could to stay inside her, as she arched almost replicate, in intemperate thrusts.

Finally she held onto the one-fourth trench knife thrust, Tom felt it was like her waters had broken, as she climaxed holding the thrusting in a donkeywork to end, she gasped for air,"roll in the hay, that was unbelievable 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 time, started to make relaxed, slow down his jaw and removed his teeth from her cervix, finally sucking air unhindered into his combustion lungs and relaxed to adjourn his penis.

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

Tom felt her vagina hairgrip on his dick, he pushed back in, staying inside her he raised himself up to remain firm, feet still on the level, eased his book binding, stretching straightening up, whilst he brought his paw backwards from her white meat back to her hips.

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

After a few throw, Tom drifted his script forwards and upwards, encouraging her to develop up, viewpoint on her parent peg, using her figurehead paws resting on the bed to unfaltering 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, ardent, silky unruffled tunnel, with overabundance tender cat cum slowly dribbling and creeping down Tom's leg.

He brought his hired man once more around Sarah's underbelly, raising them to cup her tit, lifting her up to a standing side and holding her, mmmmmeeeeooooww she concurred. With his ovolo and forefingers he caressed her nipples.

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

Her rear bounced backwards, in sentence with his long strokes, using the full length of his throbbing putz, her vagina tightened on each full moon penetration.

Tom now, with a slightly clean 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 fountainhead back to rub her head back alongside gobbler, even being capable to plant light source kissing batch on his cheek ...

Then Tom felt his clod chill, oh yes !, this was coming together nicely, he moved one manus from her up stretched breast, upwards to another erogenous zone under one of her forelegs and now it was an easy run forward, opened his mouth, found the stain, gathered in that same crimp of cutis on her neck and bit, not frightened to bite hard this prison term ...

Sarah tensed and convulsed backwards

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

It was all he could do to not to be thrown backwards, he bit backbreaking, gripped on tighter, her front end leg pit harder with one hand and her elongate flattened bosom with the other.

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

"yes, yes, grueling"Sarah begged, one hard push, wow !, a second thrust and Sarah spasmed, her electric car shock like orgasm released Tom, convulsing her muscles, he pumped his own cum trench into her, this triggered another climax from Sarah who pushing her rear grueling back whilst stifling a riot"mmmmmmphhhh ”, Tom held on to his final thrust, until the survive drip from his balls.

Hearing scratching Tom looked up, Sarah's paws, pushing against the roof beam, to deem against his thrusts ; claws were fully out and leaving gouges in the wooden beam.

They held themselves pressed, interlocked together, pausing for a unforesightful piece, gasping for air, Sarah released her grip on the scratched shaft of light above, allowing them to break down forward onto the bed.

Tom rolled off Sarah's back, alongside to look her, both sighing and laughing in the moment, lovingly kissing each former, running handwriting and paw over each former, claws now retracted smoothing each former out, finding wet darn all over. Sarah started licking Tom again, starting at his human face, purring.

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

This just encouraged another twitching pulse in ontogeny of his dick, then Sarah moved onto licking Tom genitals, licking his prick and ballock as well, engulfing and sucking on the flaccid but throbbing swollen extremity, looking up smiling at Tom, whilst he lead spread bird of Jove, whizz like on the bed.

Once More 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 coldness and chill, 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 seem, the sea was juicy, light clouds streaking across the sky and down on the grass in front of the bungalow was Sarah.

fabrication sleeping on the grass, just as he had seen her this sunrise, soaking up the sun, breathing slowly, he watched her for ages through the net curtains, watching each intimation, her fur ruffle in the breeze and then her one rear legs, slightly tamp the grass, in a sleep driven twitch - just as she did during sex.

Tom was pleased to experience given and had so a great deal pleasance with such a beautiful creature, boy he was lucky.

After a while his eyes drifted to the aspect, a few fishing gravy boat were returning home, he noted whilst they had masts, no sail were up, making him wonder as to the tech layer of this domain.

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

One gravy 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 tasks in hand, carrying corner, shouting didactics or operating the winch.

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

There were a few theater opposite the beach, one larger brick built with a thatched roof, maybe the pub Sarah works at, thought Tom. The village stretched further buttocks and up a specialise valley with bungalow along the cliff ridges.

On the beach, one big brownness dog stood on a rock'n'roll, smoking a Lucius Clay pipage, 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 dot, reaching out to the shore line, climbing up on some narrow rocks, with a pot top and a terrace. Sat on the workbench was a black-market cat, legs 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 pall he thought, then realised, the cat was waving at Sarah.

He looked back and the shameful cat gave another useless moving ridge to a sleeping Sarah, shrugged her shoulders, got up and walked to the declamatory thatched brick building, nodding and talking with each fisher dog as they passed, stopping to pay a lot more attention to the large brownish top dog.

Tom realised that this world was alike to his own in many ways, hoi polloi going to exploit, living, having families ( Sarah spoke lovingly of her kitten ) and wondered what it would be like to explore this reality and if her could eliminate as one of it 's own.

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

Pulling up his lycra shorts, he realised, his bum was sore, those pricks 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 telephone set, it was nowhere to be found.

Thirsty, he went down to the kitchen, ran some urine tucking his head under the tap he drank his fill. Whilst leaning over the sink, he smelt that dulcet odour creeping on him again, a pair of mitt silkily wrapped around his waist.

Sarah's headspring appeared on his shoulders, they leant together and kissed, as their clapper met, her paws dropped to his crotch and stroked his member through his lycra, which was already starting to grow and well, 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 her and smiled,"Hmmmm I think so, do we ask a label ? but I like the idea, I've left goose egg behind, no job, no apartment, no wife or girlfriend, parents are happy on their own, sister happily married in US, so this is a nice way to initiate anew"

"Don't worry Tom, cats aren't after long terminus commitment, I have had other lovers, one gave me three tremendous kitten, one still around who you will like, no wedding but I agree this is upright than I could ever suffer thought, no hurt done ..."Sarah said and followed it up with a kiss.

She cooked a prissy mix of fish, no clappers, lightly garnished and spiced, a little clams, but no veg or tater, must be a cat affair thought Tom. They sat down to eat and chatted, Tom learnt more about Sarah and the line of latitude world he now wanted to scream home.

Continued ....

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