Tom, eye's shut, slowly came to his senses. His header scathe, badly ...

What The Fuck happened ?, he tried to commend events, the nothingness blew up promptly, the howling driving rainfall, the tent flapping in the wind.

Yesterday he had walked along the cliff top, like many other Night he found a great spot, just off the coastal path, away from the cliff's edge. He had Pitched his modest collapsible shelter, one of the few thing he actually got out of his failed relationship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG time ... he had zippo to his name except what was in his knapsack ... thank goodness he had avoided a shared out cant account, 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 world-weary and preferred his substantially Paraguay tea, he had no idea of how long he had been deceived, but once he caught them, it had deteriorated fast, he lost their apartment ( no motivation for it to be in both our public figure, she had also said ... ), lost his job and there was no way he was going to return to living with his parents..

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He had only meant to walk for a few days, to clear his head. That was weeks ago, he found the repose and tranquility rewarding, no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the glide, he decided to abide by it, natural state camping, with the odd Nox in a summer camp site, to shower and shave.

He had met a few other Zimmer along the way, the one dyad of gorgeous distaff students, was promise, but they preferred each other.

He opened one eye, seeing the tent had collapsed around him. Bright sunlight was promising, so he opened the early, y'up tent down. He lifted his weapons system, to heighten the tent enough to observe the zip, then tried to creep over.

"Whaaaat ... ?"he definitely wasn't on hard ground, the floor of the tent wasn ; t supporting his weight on either arm or elbow. He reached the zip, opened up and kind of more fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A small-scale battle with prickle and outgrowth had him stood in a thicket of George H.W. Bush, tent perched on the top.."Whaaaaat ?"he thought again ... Where was the clarification from conclusion night ? ... that jazz must have blown the collapsible shelter sack up off the priming coat ...

With his head battering, he must have hit something hard when the tent was flung around in the air, he gathered his tent and holding into a egg and climbed out of the George Herbert Walker Bush thicket onto what should be a drop-off way of life, but it wasn't, there was the drop-off edge, but not the path that was there hold out night.

He unraveled his globe of tent on a wide flat pip, emptied his holding out. Ate what was left of the refuse he had, crisps and cheeseflower and some of the water. Slowly packed everything into his rucksack and gathered his thoughts. The day looked call, just like yesterday, the sunset was a beauty, betimes spring, so one to love with the hope of more to come over summertime.

The sea looked calm, no malarkey and some swarm in the sky but nothing to hint at the tempest overnight last night. Whilst definitely the Lapp view, things didn't look or sense 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 flavor better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, back pack on, hoping the tonic air would clear his headland a little, came to a gad of land and a breeze brought a sweet smell to his scent, just a intimation, what could reek that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him round the turn in the path. Feeling a short visible radiation headed, he saw cottages close by, edging the drop, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few houses and a beach. Then the acres curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a picture perfect vista, very twee, so rural, almost biscuit tin lid perfect.



As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the sweet fragrance again, stronger now almost intoxicating, he could see a soundbox stretched out in front of one of the bungalow, maybe that was the source of the ambrosia, he thought. As he got closer, the body stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more delimitate, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the physical structure curved like no former, peg tucked up underneath, arms outstretched in front, head resting on sleeve ... lovely curves down the thorn, arching to a beautifully rounded arse, smooth and shading, Tom felt his pedigree rising, his head throbbed, as now did his penis ... he was transfixed as he walked closer.

His visual sensation was blurring slightly, feeling somewhere between tipsy and drunk, but as he walked on, feeling as if a magnet were pulling him forwards, eye blink, the blurring eased and he realised the beauty sun bathing was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his blood rose and he had to scratch up his chunk and align his crotch to reserve his penis to protract, rather than being trapped, duplicate up in his Myxocephalus aenaeus under wear.



The shape was gorgeous, the closer he got, the more he appreciated the beauty, the unassailable the magnetized field felt and the more he wanted to dive in and celebrate this beauty. It looked to be his meridian, curves showing a melt off body, which gave away it's breathing, swelled and relaxed, then a hindquarters flicked from hiding behind it's one English to the other - A backside ! !

"What ?"Tom stopped short and gasped. The body's head immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto arm, the top one-half of the torso rotated rung, showing it to be a beautiful female physique, with a pair of wonderfully rounded breasts curved in front end of her.

She was shaped like a cat, must be some class of magnificent cat costume he thought, to try to convince himself of some explanation but that didn't explain the tail. Then a gentle wind brushed by, ruffling her fur, causing her to thrill slightly, rippling her fur. Tom was transfixed. How could she be a cat, from her size she isn't much shorter than himself. She was naked except for her fur, Tom blinked, rubbed his oculus, not believing what he was seeing, this beauty was a cat, those ears flicked and rotated with her tail, her luminescent green centre 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 to galvanise you"stammered Tom, not believing what his middle were showing him and his glob ached for, his penis was now a ram rod, trying to split out of his short.

"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 meet you"and as they softly clasped hands, an electric car like shock 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"thumbs - bozo don't have opposable ovolo, you just spoke - you aren't suppose to talk, nor just sustain one pair of tits"..

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

"Good grief, in all the year I have lived here, I just assumed these were fisherdog stories, fairytales they made up to daunt puppies and kittens.."she exclaimed,"you have to be careful, such public lecture could get you into a lot of trouble, the dogs in the village would tear you apart if they even thought you had said that, there are level of them feeding blaspheming human being to the mermaids ..."Sarah said, pausing to let it sink in.

CATS, DOGS, puppies, kitten 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 ... ... pets ? “. Stunned, Tom slowly, carefully, deliberately nodded yes.

"Never, ever, but never say such a thing, there are tale of man repeating this and they are never seen again. These are dangerous words, even said in private."instructed Sarah sternly.

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

"Yes, we all live together, happily, in musical harmony in this existence and I say this world, because if these account are true, you are not from this world ..."replied Sarah, in a serious feel"you walked following the drop-off path, did you quit overnight between here and church service Cove ?"

"Yes, I camped in-between, on the cliff top coastal route, last night a storm whipped up, I woke with a thumping headache and still inside my crack up collapsible shelter, but now perched on top a President George W. Bush"replied Tom.

"So the story are true, every 7 years, we have a violent storm, like no other, just local anaesthetic, between here and church Cove village, west of here, the fisherdogs warn people not to abide out after dark on the coastal path. There are tales that once in a multiplication, a human being appears during these storms. The I that appear go mad, not understanding their new position, one jumped off a cliff into a raging sea and rocks beneath with fury. Some furor about favorite, neutering and castrating, the fisher heel take them away, take them out to sea and they are never heard of again, they are never talked about, I thought it was all hearsay, fiction, fantasy, but we are on life-threatening basis."said Sarah, still in low tones, as she moved around the room, checking the windows for spiritual world prying heart, pulling curtain closed.

Tom felt dizzy, his straits spinning, but still his genitals throbbed, how could it, she's a cat ? he kept admiring this beautiful wight in front of him, as she spoke, he could see every modification of expression, fur moving, flowing around her body motility and he found it intoxicating, exciting, horny and that tail, the aphrodisiacal thing ever, as it swished and curled.

He had never felt such wanton lust, he strained to see her breasts and between her set up stage at every opportunity, smelling that sweet aroma, wanting to bathe in her, in that feel ... His stifle felt rickety, with all the blood pulsing round his genitals, balls aching, penis throbbing, it was all he could do to remain standing up.

Sarah saw this, she hastened over to him,"are you ok, sit down, you look vertiginous ”, she pointed at one of the woven basket seats, one in each corner with spinal column eternal sleep, with thick cushion, 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 aggrandise beast developed opposable thumbs in our development, true cat, hound, some lapin species, with a few exception, like rodents and hoofed animals, cows, horses etc. we evolved together and after a few job back in the darkness eld, we now live in harmony with humans. Yes I can speak, like you we enjoy sex for pleasure, only have a few sib, I am unusual being single, with 3 kitty as triplets, hence just one pair of breasts."

Sarah accentuated this by raising up on her derriere branch, opened her front peg, puffing her chest out, to proudly show her Andrew Dickson White underbelly, with her two lovely snipe breast, not just pink teats, like domesticated cat back on Tom's home world, but lovely, not too modest not too large ...

Tom's eyes nearly burst out of his head on stalks, if his prick could deliver, it would hold unzipped itself from his boxershorts, it was bursting pushing hard at the seams..

organism this closing, his centre were focusing better now. Sarah was definitely a cat, mainly white, but with a fire up beige coloured, faint-hearted Panthera tigris like approach pattern all over, which explained why he thought she was a au naturel human early on, her underbelly, tail and auricle remained knit T. H. White. Her eyes were spellbinding, definitely cats eyes, luminescent green.

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

"It's ok, water would be ok, thanks ..."said, as he watched her, tour, dropping back onto all IV, almost doubling back on herself in the small elbow room, slinked out through another low door, showing her lovely round rear, tail elevation, giving Tom a glimpse of her anus and vagina ( well not being a cat lover, he was in uncharted territory, normally hypersensitized to barf but this was different, more hefty in a completely unexpected way ). He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

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

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

He was unaired to just pulling his peter out and masturbating openly, he was swooning.



Sarah looked down, admired his bulging shorts and seeing his anxious soreness, concerned she stammered"er ... are you ok ? you're not hypersensitised 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 ineffective to speak".. I'm in heat, this isn't speculate to bechance to homo, you aren't suppose to sense my sweet hotness hormones - it's why I am up here at nursing home, being on heat, in the pub, where I work, would just send the dogs into craze. I've even sent my 3 kittens to stay with friends, it doesn't go on often but when it does, being 1, you have to almost set apart ...."

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

Subconsciously she curled her tail around, over her back, stroking his cervix and cheek with the tip, he shivered with excitement. She came in close, thankfully he had a sizable beard and a footling hairsbreadth, nude man skin is a little too a lot nakedness, thankfully human race wear clothes, but they would be so often nicer with fur ... She was now starting to run on robotic, her rut pickings over .... Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in horror, as she dropped down onto her front legs her then lowered, head bent down to his crotch,"you can stroke my spike"Sarah said, tilting her head down to put up Tom her ears, Tom reached his arms forward, his hands touched at the base of her triangulated auricle, one each, she purred quietly, he brushed his hired man round, following up to the lead, her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his stokes slow and soft, her fur was gentle and silklike."perfective tense Tom, just like that"Sarah confirmed. He felt his penis almost burst, he looked down, at the top of her head, he could feel her hot breath on his crotch, her face paws smoothly came up his thighs, found his zip, pulled it down and loosened his belt.

She brought her tail around the side of the chair, almost bending herself double, tail in the air, the Sweet smell was impregnable than ever, not a sickly sweet odour but something idle but powerful."now my rear end, in the Sami way Tom"Sarah whisperingly asked ... Tom moved his right hand, from her ear, to her tail alongside him, starting at the home, wrapping his hand around it, softly, like the first stroke of a wank, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip, Sarah purred louder, late inside ... Tom's left hand continued to swirl and stroke her ear.

Sarah's paws pulled at Tom's shorts, he raised his bum for a secondly, Sarah pulled them quickly down to below his knee joint and now he was in his boxers, he felt her exhale on his crotch, her quick damp hint was like velvet, his dick was stretching his boxers out, with a mute plot of land of pre-cum ... Tom's hand returned to the base of Sarah's tail, as he was about to start another cam stroke upwards Sarah falteringly whispered"time to go lower, under my tail, I need you to ...."Tom drew his hand down the foot of her tail, stroked her anus, she shivered, her hindquarters shakiness now,"lower, maybe another sentence, I hear you humans like that, but lower ..."Sarah purred, she was now almost panting. Her mouth opened, Sarah looked up smiling undetermined mouthed, showing razor sharp teeth ... She lowered onto his bulging boxers, Tom whilst at the elevation of upheaval was now terrified, what passes for sex here ? ...

tom right-hand hand was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a footling patch of fur and then a wet patch, his center finger found the twat, as the first fingerbreadth slipped in, Sarah's teeth snatched at Tom boxers and with a plait of her header, his packer split and torus open, his sprung loaded dick flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing penis with her sassing, no teeth thankfully, just lips and spit wrapped around ... His body quaked, her tail was now quivering continuously and her purring was deep, vibrating his putz and his fingers ... Her tongue was like no humans, part rough, persona soft, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his balls and support up to the tip, her lip now deep onto his pubic hair's-breadth, fully immersing his penis.

well that was it, Tom's shipment exploded into Sarah's rima oris, 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 hips up and she pushed her head word down, her lips pushing down on his crotch, Tom's finger pushed laborious quivering into her snatch ( do they shout out it that ? or is it a"homo"Tom pondered for some ridiculous second ). One finger quickly became 2, inside a well greased burrow that vibrated with her purring, that echoed onto his dick 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 peter, resting her head on his lap"sustain going, please don't stop"she pleaded"use your thumb, find the hard position “, Tom, using his right thumb searched the deaden sassing of Sarah's vulva, hard whilst pumping from the carpus, then he found it, as soon as he tweaked it, Sarah convulsed,

"meaow"she screeched, purring rapidly,"in clip, faster, harder, please, please ..."pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his script hold, matching her rhythm, keeping his thumb flicking what must be her G smirch, as Sarah's foreland came off his lap, bringing round her bum, fundament and bum onto his lap, stretching her head and consistence out in front, front manus out stretched on the flooring, thrusting her hips, using her rear legs, her behind vertical in the air, showing her anus to him, the sweet smell was now so intoxicating his imagination was blurred, he could finger his penis re-building. Sarah started to slowly rhythmically walk her butt legs, on the stain, 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 thin forwards, his nose hit the base of her tail, she quivered again, he pushed his tongue out and immediately tasted the angelic odor he had been smelling since he had walked around that spit of land this morning. His encephalon nearly exploded, he had to have more, he pushed his clapper deeper, licking around the outer ring then back inside.

Sarah consistence convulsed,"meaow"she screeched again, her butt 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 convulsions like electric shocks, vibrating and screaming, succus flowed down her vagina, spraying over his hand, arm and T shirt. Coming to a final spasm and Sarah held mid thrust.

The lastingness of the wave of afters fragrance coming with Sarah's cum juice hit Tom like a understructure Lucille Ball bat, he could just sit there stunned momentarily rhapsodic, feeling himself cum too, just with the pleasure of pleasuring her and receiving the chemical rewarding gamey, honest than any alcoholic drink or drug. He had never felt similar or had ever had anyone react like that ! He withdrew his fingers, now realizing he was soaked with cat cum.

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

Then turning around to face him, with a grin, she brought her head back to face his, bringing her lip up to his, kissing him, not a mess, an open lip, a lovers kiss, holding it, whilst wrapping her front branch around, her paws to the nates of his head, Tom did likewise, bringing his work force up behind her ears, her glossa went in deep, again jumpy but in a nice way, her brim were exotic, Tom felt his phallus starting to satisfy again and Sarah purred in reply ....

"well, if I knew that human were like that, I would bear tried one sooner"Sarah whispered, as she pulled back and winked at him, with those bass luminescent green eyes.

Continued ..

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