Tom, eye's shut, slowly came to his sensation. His head hurt, badly ...

What The roll in the hay happened ?, he tried to remember events, the wind blew up quick, the howling drive pelting, the tent flapping in the wind.

Yesterday he had walked along the cliff top, like many other nighttime he found a great spot, just off the coastal path, away from the drop-off's boundary. He had Pitched his small collapsible shelter, one of the few things he actually got out of his failed relationship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG clock time ... he had nothing to his name except what was in his rucksack ... thank goodness he had avoided a shared banking company invoice, although she had begged him to share his money, after all"he worked for her father."She had argued many times.

So when she got blase and preferred his best mate, he had no thought of how long he had been deceived, but once he caught them, it had deteriorated fast, he lost their apartment ( no need for it to be in both our names, she had also said ... ), lost his job and there was no way he was going to turn back to living with his parents..

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He had only meant to take the air for a few days, to clear his caput. That was weeks ago, he found the peace and quietness rewarding, no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the slide, he decided to play along it, Wild camping, with the odd night in a camp site, to lavish and shave.

He had met a few other Walker along the way, the one pair of gorgeous female students, was assure, but they preferred each other.

He opened one eye, seeing the tent had collapsed around him. Bright sun was promise, so he opened the former, y'up tent down. He lifted his arms, to stir the tent enough to find the zip, then tried to crawl over.

"Whaaaat ... ?"he definitely wasn't on arduous footing, the floor of the tent wasn ; t supporting his weight on either arm or elbow. He reached the zip, opened up and sort of more fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A small scrap with thorns and leg had him stood in a thicket of scrub, tent perched on the top.."Whaaaaat ?"he thought again ... Where was the clearing from terminal Nox ? ... that farting must make blown the collapsible shelter make off the ground ...

With his head teacher battering, he must have hit something hard when the tent was flung around in the air, he gathered his tent and belongings into a ball and climbed out of the crotch hair thicket onto what should be a drop route, but it wasn't, there was the cliff edge, but not the path that was there survive night.

He unraveled his ball of tent on a wide flat spot, emptied his belongings out. Ate what was left of the rubbish he had, chip and cheese and some of the body of water. Slowly packed everything into his backpack and gathered his thoughts. The day looked promising, just like yesterday, the sunset was a beauty, early give, so one to enjoy with the promise of Thomas More to do over summertime.

The sea looked calm, no wind and some clouds in the sky but cipher to hint at the tempest overnight finish night. Whilst definitely the like purview, things didn't look or finger quite the same, Tom put that down to his headache. Oh well, there is a cove a mile or two up ahead, with a Village and pub, he'll look better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, rucksack on, hoping the freshly air would clear his chief a fiddling, came to a spur of landed estate and a air brought a cherubic odor to his olfactory organ, just a hint, what could smell that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him assault the bend in the path. Feeling a lilliputian light headed, he saw cottage close by, edging the drop-off, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few sign of the zodiac and a beach. Then the land curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a exposure consummate position, very twee, so rural, almost biscuit tin lid perfective.



As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the mellifluous aroma again, unattackable now almost intoxicating, he could see a soundbox stretched out in front of one of the bungalow, maybe that was the origin of the ambrosia, he thought. As he got closer, the consistence stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more define, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the body curved like no former, legs tucked up underneath, weapon outstretched in forepart, head resting on arms ... lovely curves down the pricker, arching to a beautifully rounded arse, smooth and blending, Tom felt his blood rising, his head throbbed, as now did his penis ... he was transfixed as he walked closer.

His vision was blurring slightly, feeling somewhere between tipsy and drunk, but as he walked on, feeling as if a attracter were pulling him forwards, blinking, the blurring eased and he realised the beauty sun washup was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his rakehell rose and he had to scratch his clump and adjust his crotch to set aside his penis to widen, rather than being trapped, duplicate up in his grubby under wear.



The physical body was gorgeous, the finisher he got, the more he appreciated the beauty, the potent the magnetic field felt and the more he wanted to dive in and celebrate this beaut. It looked to be his height, curves showing a slim torso, which gave away it's breathing, swelled and relaxed, then a bottom flicked from hiding behind it's one side to the former - A shadow ! !

"What ?"Tom stopped short and gasped. The body's head immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto weapon system, the top half of the torso rotated beat, showing it to be a beautiful female person form, with a pair of wonderfully attack breasts curved in front of her.

She was shaped like a cat, must be some chassis of splendid cat costume he thought, to try to convince himself of some explanation but that didn't explain the empennage. Then a breeze brushed by, ruffling her fur, causing her to shudder slightly, rippling her fur. Tom was transfixed. How could she be a cat, from her size she isn't much myopic than himself. She was naked except for her fur, Tom blinked, rubbed his eyes, not believing what he was seeing, this beauty was a cat, those ear flicked and rotated with her tail, her luminescent K eyes were deep and inviting.

"Hi, sorry I didn't see you"she said breaking the spell,

"I, I.. I ‘ m sorry I didn't mean value to startle you"stammered Tom, not believing what his eyes were showing him and his lump ached for, his phallus was now a ram rod, trying to bristle out of his shorts.

"Hi, I'm Sarah"she said, as she extended a paw,

Tom stepped forward, extended his hand, replying"Hi, I'm Tom, very pleased to contact you"and as they softly clasped hands, an electric automobile like cushion ran through Tom, his balls almost exploded and he gasped. Embarrassed at his excitement, he looked down at their hands. Shocked, recoiling at what he saw, he exclaimed brutally"pollex - cats don't have opposable thumbs, you just spoke - you aren't suppose to babble, nor just have one brace of nipple"..

She immediately changed, looked furtively around, surprised, almost terrified,"ejaculate inside, quickly, has anyone seen you ?, who else have you spoken to ? ..."she asked in quick ecological succession. She pulled him to the cottage derriere, through the low door, so low Tom had to duck, before she closed the room access behind him, she looked back outside, looking all around, checking to be sure no one had seen them.

"Good heartbreak, in all the years I have lived here, I just assumed these were fisherdog stories, cock-and-bull story they made up to scare puppy and kittens.."she exclaimed,"you have to be deliberate, such talk could get you into a lot of trouble, the dogs in the small town would tear you apart if they even thought you had said that, there are level of them feeding blaspheming humans to the mermaids ..."Sarah said, pausing to let it sink in.

CATS, DOGS, puppy, kittens and now mermaids, thought Tom, shocked and now starting to panic, I knew Cornwall could be isolated but this ? ? ...

Sarah went on, but talking almost in a voicelessness, slowly"Tom, where you come from, are ... ..Dogs and cats ... ... pet ? “. Stunned, Tom slowly, carefully, deliberately nodded yes.

"Never, ever, but never say such a thing, there are stories of humans repeating this and they are never seen again. These are life-threatening words, even said in private."instructed Sarah sternly.

"B, b, b, but, you have seen mankind before ?"asked Tom, stammering in shock.

"Yes, we all live together, happily, in harmony in this human beings and I say this human beings, because if these narrative are lawful, you are not from this world ..."replied Sarah, in a serious tone"you walked following the cliff way of life, did you end overnight between here and church service Cove ?"

"Yes, I camped middle, on the drop top coastal path, last night a storm whipped up, I woke with a thumping headache and still inside my collapse tent, but now perched on top a chaparral"replied Tom.

"So the stories are rightful, every 7 years, we have a storm, like no other, just local, between here and church building Cove village, west of here, the fisherdogs warn people not to stay out after dark on the coastal way. There are tales that once in a generation, a human being appears during these storm. The I that appear go mad, not understanding their new situation, one jumped off a drop-off into a raging sea and careen beneath with lyssa. Some rage about favorite, neutering and castrating, the fisher dogs take them away, take away them out to sea and they are never heard of again, they are never talked about, I thought it was all rumor, apologue, fantasy, but we are on serious ground."said Sarah, still in low tones, as she moved around the elbow room, checking the windows for unseen prying eyes, pulling drape closed.

Tom felt dizzy, his head spinning, but still his crotch throbbed, how could it, she's a cat ? he kept admiring this beautiful creature in forepart of him, as she spoke, he could see every change of look, fur moving, flowing around her eubstance movements and he found it intoxicating, exciting, horny and that tail, the aphrodisiac thing ever, as it swished and curled.

He had never felt such wanton lecherousness, he strained to see her breasts and between her back legs at every opportunity, smelling that sugared aroma, wanting to bath in her, in that odor ... His genu felt weak, with all the blood pulsing round his crotch, balls aching, member throb, it was all he could do to remain suffer up.

Sarah saw this, she hastened over to him,"are you ok, sit down, you look dizzy ”, she pointed at one of the woven basket seats, one in each corner with punt eternal rest, with thickheaded shock, very retro. Tom dropped into one, very comfy, larger than a normal seat, Thomas More for curling up in, he thought.

"In answer to your question, yes, some padded brute developed apposable thumbs in our phylogenesis, cats, hot dog, some lapin species, with a few exception, like rodent and hoofed creature, Bos taurus, horses etc. we evolved together and after a few problem back in the dark ages, we now live in harmony with humans. Yes I can speak, like you we enjoy sex for delight, only have a few siblings, I am unusual being single, with 3 kittens as leash, hence just one duo of breasts."

Sarah accentuated this by raising up on her bum ramification, opened her front legs, puffing her chest out, to proudly show her white underbelly, with her two lovely assail boob, not just ping teats, like domesticated computerized axial tomography back on Tom's home earth, but lovely, not too small not too declamatory ...

Tom's optic nearly burst out of his foreland on stalks, if his dick could get, it would have unzipped itself from his shorts, it was bursting pushing hard at the seams..

organism this end, his eyes were focusing better now. Sarah was definitely a cat, mainly white, but with a lightsome beige coloured, faint Panthera tigris like pattern all over, which explained why he thought she was a naked man early on, her underbelly, tail and ears remained unornamented egg white. Her center were spellbinding, definitely cats eyes, luminescent green.

"You look hot, even, can get you a drink ?, I would say Milk, but I would expect you want something we don't have, like tea or coffee, I'm sorry ..."sarah apologised.

"It's ok, urine would be ok, thanks ..."said, as he watched her, turn, dropping back onto all quaternary, almost doubling back on herself in the pocket-size room, slinked out through another low doorway, showing her lovely beat rear end, shadow raising, giving Tom a glimpse of her anus and vagina ( well not being a cat lover, he was in uncharted territory, normally hypersensitised to cat but this was different, more powerful in a completely unexpected way ). He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

She returned just as smoothly, with a drinking glass of piddle in paw, slinking through the doorway on 3 legs as well as 4 Tom admired. With her re-appearance Tom felt that wave of desire again, the emptiness now gone, replaced with lust.

Once she was through the low door, from what must be the kitchen, she rose to take the air on her rear 2 ramification, just like a human, but smoother, ballet like, the high-pitched elbow room ceiling allowing for this.

He was close to just pulling his dick out and masturbating openly, he was swooning.



Sarah looked down, admired his bulging short circuit and seeing his anxious uncomfortableness, concerned she stammered"er ... are you ok ? you're not sensitised to me in any way are you, as you seem to be .... Oh !"

Now, it was Sarah's turn to be startled, as she realised what she was seeing,

"You .... you, .... you're attracted to me, sexually ?."Tom nodded in reply, trying to beg, but ineffectual to speak".. I'm in hotness, this isn't hypothesize to happen to human being, you aren't suppose to smell my sugariness hotness endocrine - it's why I am up here at home, being on heating plant, in the pub, where I work, would just send the dogs into frenzy. I've even sent my 3 kittens to stay with supporter, it doesn't bump often but when it does, being bingle, you have to almost set apart ...."

As Sarah spoke and reality dawned on her, here she was, in full heat, with a male person, who no one knew about, who was new ... to everything.

Subconsciously she curled her tail around, over her book binding, stroking his neck and cheek with the tip, he shivered with excitement. She came in close, thankfully he had a tidy beard and a little fuzz, naked man skin is a little too lots desolation, thankfully humans tire out wearing apparel, but they would be so a lot nicer with fur ... She was now starting to run on robotlike, her heat taking over .... Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in horror, as she dropped down onto her strawman stage her then lowered, drumhead bent down to his genitalia,"you can stroke my pinna"Sarah said, tilting her head down to offer Tom her spike, Tom reached his sleeve forward, his helping hand touched at the understructure of her triangulated auricle, one each, she purred quietly, he brushed his hands cycle, following up to the tips, her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his stokes slow and soft, her fur was gentle and slick."Perfect Tom, just like that"Sarah confirmed. He felt his penis almost burst, he looked down, at the top of her head, he could sense her hot breath on his crotch, her figurehead manus smoothly came up his thigh, found his zip, pulled it down and loosened his bash.

She brought her rear around the incline of the chairperson, almost bending herself double, after part in the air, the sweet smell was hard than ever, not a sickly sugariness look but something light but hefty."now my tail, in the same way Tom"Sarah whisperingly asked ... Tom moved his aright hand, from her ear, to her tail alongside him, starting at the root word, wrapping his bridge player around it, softly, like the first gear stroke of a wank, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip, Sarah purred louder, deep inside ... Tom's left script continued to twirl and stroke her ear.

Sarah's manus pulled at Tom's shortstop, he raised his bum for a second, Sarah pulled them quickly down to below his articulatio genus and now he was in his Boxer, he felt her exhale on his private parts, her warm damp breath was like velvet, his dick was stretching his boxers out, with a dampish patch of pre-cum ... Tom's bridge player returned to the al-Qaida of Sarah's stern, as he was about to start another cerebrovascular accident upwards Sarah falteringly whispered"time to go lower, under my tail, I need you to ...."Tom drew his hand down the base of operations of her fanny, stroked her anus, she shivered, her buttocks vibration now,"lower, maybe another time, I hear you humans like that, but turn down ..."Sarah purred, she was now almost heaving. Her mouth opened, Sarah looked up smiling exposed mouthed, showing razor shrewd teeth ... She lowered onto his bulging bagger, Tom whilst at the height of excitement was now terrified, what passes for sex here ? ...

tom right hired hand was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a little patch of fur and then a wet fleck, his halfway finger found the dent, as the first finger slipped in, Sarah's dentition snatched at Tom boxers and with a plait of her drumhead, his bagger snag and tore loose, his sprung loaded dick flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing phallus with her mouth, no teeth thankfully, just lips and tongue wrapped around ... His body quaked, her ass was now quivering continuously and her purring was mystifying, vibrating his hawkshaw and his digit ... Her glossa was like no human race, part rough, contribution delicate, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his balls and back up to the tip, her lips now deep onto his pubic hair, fully immersing his penis.

wellspring that was it, Tom's warhead exploded into Sarah's oral cavity, The pressure that had built up just couldn't be contained any longer,

Tom felt as if rivers of cum came out, he thrust his pelvic girdle up and she pushed her headspring down, her lips pushing down on his crotch, Tom's finger pushed punishing quivering into her kitty ( do they call it that ? or is it a"human"Tom pondered for some ridiculous bit ). One finger quickly became 2, inside a well lubricated burrow that vibrated with her purring, that echoed onto his tool and balls. The Sarah sucked, jeez Tom thought he would be sucked inside out ... she was incredible.

Tom kept vibrating and pumping his digit, Sarah stopped sucking and released his now limp gumshoe, resting her foreland on his lap"keep going, please don't stop"she pleaded"use your quarter round, find the hard spot “, Tom, using his right thumb searched the dampen back talk of Sarah's vulva, hard whilst pumping from the wrist, then he found it, as soon as he tweaked it, Sarah convulsed,

"meaow"she screeched, purring rapidly,"in time, faster, toilsome, please, please ..."pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his bridge player hold, matching her rhythm method of birth control, keeping his thumb flicking what must be her G maculation, as Sarah's question came off his lap, bringing round her buns, tail and bum onto his lap, stretching her head and body out in figurehead, front hand out stretched on the storey, thrusting her pelvic arch, using her rear legs, her ass upright in the air, showing her anus to him, the sweet smell was now so intoxicating his imagination was blurred, he could feel his penis re-building. Sarah started to slowly rhythmically walk her posterior leg, on the spot, adding to the movement in her vagina

Tom stared at her anus and couldn't resist, it was calling to him, all he had to do was lean forwards, his poke hit the pedestal of her fag end, she quivered again, he pushed his tongue out and immediately tasted the sweetened olfactory property he had been smelling since he had walked around that spitting of landed estate this morning. His brainpower nearly exploded, he had to have more, he pushed his lingua deeper, licking around the outer ring then back inside.

Sarah organic structure convulsed,"meaow"she screeched again, her rear was thrusting backwards, as Tom's tongue and fingers pushed forwards, her purring was now augmented by panting and heaving breathing, then she doubled up, in fit like electric automobile shocks, vibrating and screaming, juice flowed down her vagina, spraying over his hired man, arm and T shirt. Coming to a final exam spasm and Sarah held mid thrust.

The strength of the moving ridge of Sweet odor coming with Sarah's cum juice hit Tom like a base ball bat, he could just sit there stunned momentarily rhapsodic, feeling himself cum too, just with the pleasance of pleasuring her and receiving the chemical rewarding high, serious than any alcohol or drug. He had never felt standardized or had ever had anyone react like that ! He withdrew his digit, now realizing he was soaked with cat cum.

She slowly came down, relaxing, exhaling, sliding her rear down his lap, slowly caressing it over his now rejuvenating shaft, teasing it by brushing her wet vulva backtalk and anus along it's flaccid length.

Then turning around to face him, with a smile, she brought her head back to face his, bringing her sass up to his, kissing him, not a pile, an candid mouth, a lovers kiss, holding it, whilst wrapping her front legs around, her paws to the rear of his header, Tom did likewise, bringing his hands up behind her capitulum, her knife went in trench, again rough but in a nice way, her rim were exotic, Tom felt his member starting to fill again and Sarah purred in response ....

"well, if I knew that world were like that, I would throw tried one Oklahoman"Sarah whispered, as she pulled back and winked at him, with those mystifying luminescent green eyes.

Continued ..

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