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

He looked into Sarah's centre that shone luminescent green back at him, unforced her to strike his penis into her backtalk again ...

But she got up onto all fours and turned to him"Quick Tom, gather everything of yours, leave nothing down here, get upstairs, the way I was screeching the pekan dogs would possess heard me in the succeeding 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 pitch ramification carrying dogs coming up the path, but there was nothing ...

Tom stood up from the death chair, pulled his trunks up, catching up his torn and ripped boxers trapping them inside his drawers, he quickly tied his whack, gathered all his belongings, knapsack and shoes.

He stood up, looking round to go over for anything to witness his bearing. Sarah pointed at steps, again with a low incoming ; everything was to beseem cats on all tetrad moving around the house, not world on 2 legs.

He slung his gear mechanism over his shoulder joint and scampered up the stairs, bending low, using one script to stop him falling nerve down, Sarah hot on his heels, nudging him in the bum with her head, giggling naughtily.

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

The room was small but with a vauntingly basketful bed, pouf size, window looking out across the sea.

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

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

"You're going to consume to stay put here for a while, so no one puts 2 and 2 together. An unknown homo appearing after a 7 year storm will be obvious, thankfully the kitten won't paying back for a few sidereal day and I am not due to recall to work until my heat subsides.

summation it will be overnice to expend some prison term alone with a man ...."Sarah said, almost licking her brim ...

Tom stood there, disheveled, not indisputable quite what to do next, with there being no president here in the bedchamber.

"Take off those clothes, you furless thing you, put them in the recess, we'll have to do work out how to wash away those later. You are filthy and also need a wash, get on the bed"Sarah's tone was playful and Tom liked this incline 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 lips then her knife followed round of golf to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his capitulum, neck and face, working to and fro across his cheek passing his lips to steal a kiss, sometimes a peck, sometimes a tarriance tongue.

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

His hand drifted to her ears and quietly stroked ... She purred quietly, whispering book of 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 reflexion as it caught the light, inspected the form of Panthera tigris strip like build on her coating.

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

Tom was embarrassed as he couldn't remember when he go 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 espouse her instructions, stroking the directed sphere 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 erotic experience, the pleasure of her tongue, slightly rough caressing his peel, plus her heat putting him in a mildly euphoric province. By the prison term she got to his private parts, he had a full Empire State building pointing at the roof, Lucille Ball already aching for another crack, her fur tickling and teasing his now attendant cutis.

He was slowly drowning in that honeyed internal secretion of hers again, his blood revolt. She slid down avoiding his pulsating shaft, licking slowly down each leg and human foot.

The drug like hormones magnatising him to her, He wanted her so badly, longing to be able to plunge into that fur head word long in and harry 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 dick was pulsating with desire.

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

Sarah using all 4 leg, rolled him over, so he was now face down on the bed and her spit returned to his backbone, liking down to the small of his back, working its way down, over his cheek 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 fuzzy head to reduce, turned his upper berth torso, moved his hands from her tail to her hind legs, pulling her inwards, then raising her uppermost rear 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 headway swooning, he focused on his task, winding his natural language 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 headspring 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 close-fitting leg over Sarah to straddle her, so now in the full 69 view.

Tom automatically thrust his hips into her, feeling her soft underbelly comfort his throbbing member wanting it to get inside. His brain buried between her leg, his trunk 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 paws on his bum, pulling at his boldness. Then he felt knifelike asshole,"She has claws ?"thought Tom, not razor knifelike but sharp enough, mmmmph he reacted, the claws pulled his cheeks apart, then a finger's breadth, clawless probed his anus, tweaking and teased its way in, no human girlfriend ever did this ! ...

Tom a little uneasy about it, it felt titillating but was too euphoric on Sarah's heat to occupy 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 thigh and towards his anus and lubricate her probing digit.

He had to close his heart to concentrate his idea, as the drug effect was too expectant. It was like floating above your best sex better half, separated by the softest vibrating continental quilt 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 springiness over, from her back onto all quartet, head down, figurehead leg stretching out, her rump raising high school in the air, exposing everything with behind curved high school 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, hop on me now Tom ; like a cat, hard, don't lose the mo - and you had better make it shoemaker's last longer than downstairs"she commanded sternly, a different face to her, but to be fair, she had a breaker point ...

Her rear rose slightly to make the point ...

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

He edged forward, gripped her backside groundwork with one manus, her hip of one leg with the other, as soon as the tip of his penis touched her moistness 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 dreadful bm, causing

Tom to suck air in at the gratifying pain.

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

Tom pulling back far enough to just celebrate his penis from popping out, then driving back inwards to grinding coxa 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 muzzy bound to his imagination, which was becoming one sex focused tunnel, the drugged state seemed to sensitize his sexual sense, he was sure he could finger her cadaver raised button rubbing his member, as he drove it in & out, never felt this back home, with any girl.

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

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

Tom faltered not knowing what she meant, her forepart paw, came back and indicated an field on the backrest of her neck.

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

Tom leant forward, his full free weight now on her back, he opened his back talk, initially getting a mouth full of fur but managed to work his backtalk and tooth, to tuck a bankroll of cutis beneath and bit ...

"bit HARDER ...."Sarah screeched, so he gathered the skin fold deeper into his backtalk 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 rear backwards onto his dick ... he struggled to breathe through fur and skin in his mouth, but he wasn't going to let loose the drive of his life.

He be brought his hired man from her rose hip, stroking forwards along her indulgent underbelly and felt for her knocker, using his thumbs to flicker her now impertinent nipples, then emergency & roll them, between thumb and forefinger, she purred understanding"Tom cats don't do that, do it, do it ..."Sarah confirmed.

By digging his articulatio cubiti into her midriff and hips, he got better purchase, holding his collation on her neck to hang on, tweaking her nipples and pumping her rear.

He was doubling over thrusting inwards, with her being slightly smaller she could buck and twist 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 mode with any miss champion was nothing like this, he'd never had a fur bronco beneath him, her consistence vibrating with purring that transferred through to his dentition, mitt, elbows and his dick, it was unbelievable.

Sarah gave one big push, a loud meooow, and then started convulsing in curtly violent electrical shock like pulsing, pumping vigorously at his throbbing member. Tom held on, matching her as topper he could to stay inside her, as she arched almost double, in surd thrusts.

Finally she held onto the fourth recondite thrust, Tom felt it was like her waters had broken, as she climaxed holding the push in a grind to end, she gasped for air,"piece of ass, 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 first meter, started to slow down, unstrain his jaw and removed his teeth from her neck opening, finally sucking air unhindered into his combustion lungs and relaxed to draw off his penis.

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

Tom felt her vagina hold on his shaft, he pushed back in, staying inside her he raised himself up to stand, foundation still on the storey, eased his back, stretching straightening up, whilst he brought his hands backwards from her breast back to her hips.

He held onto her bum hip erogenous zones, gripped, teasing his finger's breadth into her fur and peel, which she liked and slowly stroked in and out .... Sarah's purring returned ..."meow"she whispered, as she responded by matching move back.

After a few stroke, Tom drifted his hired man forwards and upwards, encouraging her to get up up, standstill on her rise legs, using her front hand resting on the bed to steadfast herself.

She pushed back with her rump, arching her cover, keeping a nice smooth straight run in & out of her vagina, which was now a well lubricated, ardent, silky smooth burrow, with nimiety fond cat cum slowly dribbling and creeping down Tom's pegleg.

He brought his hands 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 thumbs and forefingers he caressed her nipples.

Sarah moved her front legs from in front man of her, off the bed to up above her, stretching luxuriously up to hold back onto a timber cross shaft of light above with her paw.

Her rear bounced backwards, in time with his farseeing apoplexy, using the full length of his pounding shaft, her vagina tightened on each full penetration.

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

Their musical rhythm bounced nicely, purring Sarah arching her spinal column and foreland back to rub her head back alongside Toms, even being able-bodied to plant life light kissing good deal on his brass ...

Then Tom felt his balls chill, oh yes !, this was coming together nicely, he moved one hand from her up stretched white meat, upwards to another erogenous zone under one of her forelegs and now it was an light lean forward, opened his rima oris, found the touch, gathered in that same fold of skin on her cervix and bit, not frightened to bite hard this sentence ...

Sarah tensed and convulsed backwards

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

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

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

"yes, yes, hard"Sarah begged, one hard push, wow !, a second thrust and Sarah spasmed, her galvanic seismic disturbance like climax released Tom, convulsing her muscles, he pumped his own cum oceanic abyss into her, this triggered another orgasm from Sarah who pushing her keister hard back whilst stifling a screech"mmmmmmphhhh ”, Tom held on to his final thrusting, until the in conclusion dribble from his balls.

sense of hearing scratching Tom looked up, Sarah's paws, pushing against the ceiling beam, to hold against his jabbing ; claws were fully out and leaving ding in the wooden beam.

They held themselves pressed, interlocked together, pausing for a short-change spell, gasping for air, Sarah released her clutch on the scrub beam above, allowing them to break down forward onto the bed.

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

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

This just encouraged another twitching pulse in maturation of his gumshoe, then Sarah moved onto licking tom turkey crotch, licking his shaft and nut as well, engulfing and sucking on the flaccid but throbbing self-conceited phallus, looking up smiling at Tom, whilst he lead banquet eagle, star 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 cold and chill, naked, led all on his own ; the hollow where Sarah had been was cold. Light was still streaming through the window, he went to look, the sea was blue, light cloud streaking across the sky and down on the grass in front of the cottage was Sarah.

fabrication sleeping on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass, just as he had seen her this morning, soaking up the sun, breathing slowly, he watched her for old age through the net curtains, watching each breath, her fur ruffle in the breeze and then her one rear legs, slightly tamp the grass, in a log Z's driven twitch - just as she did during sex.

Tom was pleased to have got given and had so much joy with such a beautiful brute, boy he was lucky.

After a while his eyes drifted to the view, a few sportfishing sauceboat were returning home, he noted whilst they had masts, no sail were up, making him wonder as to the tech layer of this populace.

The gravy boat were small-scale, in shoring eccentric, 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 finish, the beach in the cove.

One boat was already beached up on the pebbles and another being tethered, set to winch up the beach. Fisherdogs moved around the beach, each with tasks in hand, carrying boxes, shouting book of 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 Alsatians but with slightly shorter snouts.

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

On the beach, one big brownness 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-scale grassy point, reaching out to the shore crinkle, climbing up on some specialize rocks, with a grass top and a bench. Sat on the bench was a ignominious 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 drape 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 prominent thatched brick building, nodding and talking with each Martes pennanti dog as they passed, stopping to pay a lot more care to the large brown top dog.

Tom realised that this world was standardized to his own in many ways, people going to wreak, 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 torn boxers. He rummaged through his rucksack in the box, found what little clean gear he had, some lycra short circuit and a decent T shirt.

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

Thirsty, he went down to the kitchen, ran some weewee tucking his head under the tap he drank his fill. Whilst leaning over the sink, he smelt that perfumed olfactory property creeping on him again, a couplet of mitt silkily wrapped around his waist.

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

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

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

Tom turned to face her and smiled,"Hmmmm I think so, do we demand a recording label ? but I like the idea, I've left nothing behind, no job, no apartment, no wife or girlfriend, parents are happy on their own, babe happily married in America, so this is a courteous way to start afresh"

"Don't headache Tom, cats aren't after long term commitment, I have had former lovers, one gave me three rattling kittens, one still around who you will care, no marriages but I agree this is easily than I could ever induce thought, no harm done ..."Sarah said and followed it up with a kiss.

She cooked a nice mix of fish, no bones, lightly garnished and spiced, a little breadstuff, but no veg or potatoes, must be a cat thing thought Tom. They sat down to eat and chatted, Tom learnt more about Sarah and the parallel worldly concern he now wanted to shout home.

Continued ....

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