Tom, eye's shut, slowly came to his signified. His school principal injury, badly ...

What The Fuck happened ?, he tried to remember event, the nothingness blew up quick, the howling driving rain, the tent fluttering in the wind.

Yesterday he had walked along the cliff top, like many other nights he found a great bit, just off the coastal path, away from the cliff's edge. He had Pitched his pocket-size tent, one of the few things he actually got out of his failed family relationship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG clip ... he had nothing to his gens except what was in his rucksack ... thank goodness he had avoided a shared bank 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 best mate, he had no idea of how hanker he had been deceived, but once he caught them, it had deteriorated fast, he lost their flat ( no pauperism 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 recall to living with his parents..

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He had only meant to walk for a few days, to sack his head. That was hebdomad ago, he found the peace treaty and repose rewarding, no insistency, no nagging. Once he had reached the coast, he decided to come after it, wild camping, with the odd Nox in a refugee camp web site, to shower and shave.

He had met a few other pedestrian along the way, the one duet of gorgeous female person educatee, was predict, but they preferred each other.

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

"Whaaaat ... ?"he definitely wasn't on hard undercoat, the base of the tent wasn ; t supporting his weight on either arm or elbow. He reached the zip, opened up and sort of Sir Thomas More fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A small fight with spikelet and branches had him stood in a thicket of bushes, tent perched on the top.."Whaaaaat ?"he thought again ... Where was the clearing from last Nox ? ... that wind must have blown the collapsible shelter clear off the soil ...

With his head banging, he must consume hit something hard when the collapsible shelter was flung around in the air, he gathered his tent and belongings into a ball and climbed out of the bush thicket onto what should be a drop path, but it wasn't, there was the drop boundary, but not the path that was there finale night.

He unraveled his clump of tent on a wide straight speckle, emptied his belongings out. Ate what was left of the scraps he had, Saratoga chip and cheeseflower and some of the water system. Slowly packed everything into his haversack and gathered his thoughts. The day looked promising, just like yesterday, the sundown was a beauty, early spring, so one to enjoy with the promise of more to do over summer.

The sea looked composure, no wind and some clouds in the sky but zero to hint at the storm overnight last night. Whilst definitely the same view, things didn't look or feel 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 feel better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, haversack on, hoping the fresh air would clear his head a little, came to a spur of earth and a breeze brought a sweetened scent to his nose, just a hint, what could smack that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him round out the fold in the path. Feeling a little lighter headed, he saw bungalow close by, edging the cliff, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few sign and a beach. Then the land curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a picture sodding view, very twee, so rural, almost biscuit tin lid perfect.



As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the sweet aroma again, unattackable now almost intoxicating, he could see a physical structure stretched out in front of one of the cottages, maybe that was the source of the nectar, he thought. As he got closer, the body stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more defined, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the trunk curved like no early, legs tucked up underneath, arms outstretched in front, brain resting on munition ... lovely curves down the spine, arching to a beautifully assail buttocks, smooth and blending, Tom felt his rip 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 magnet were pulling him forwards, blinking, the blurring eased and he realised the beauty sun bathing was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his stemma rose and he had to scratch up his lump and adjust his crotch to allow his member to extend, rather than being trapped, replicate up in his grubby under wear.



The physique was gorgeous, the closer he got, the more he appreciated the ravisher, the solid the charismatic field felt and the more he wanted to dive in and lionize this smasher. It looked to be his height, curves showing a slight torso, which gave away it's respiration, swelled and relaxed, then a tail flicked from hiding behind it's one slope to the other - A fanny ! !

"What ?"Tom stopped myopic and gasped. The body's question immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto weapons system, the top half of the trunk rotated daily round, showing it to be a beautiful female form, with a pair of wonderfully rounded white meat curved in front of her.

She was shaped like a cat, must be some physical body of brilliant cat costume he thought, to try to convince himself of some explanation but that didn't explain the tail. Then a walkover brushed by, ruffling her fur, causing her to throb 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 centre, not believing what he was seeing, this beauty was a cat, those ears flicked and rotated with her tail, her luminescent green centre were abstruse and inviting.

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

"I, I.. I ‘ m sorry I didn't mean to startle you"bumble Tom, not believing what his eyes were showing him and his ball ached for, his penis was now a ram rod, trying to explode out of his drawers.

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

Tom stepped forward, extended his manus, replying"Hi, I'm Tom, very pleased to meet you"and as they softly clasped script, an electric like jar ran through Tom, his chunk 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 - computerized axial tomography don't have opposable quarter round, you just spoke - you aren't suppose to talk, nor just have 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 straightaway sequence. She pulled him to the cottage seat, through the low doorway, so low Tom had to duck, before she closed the door behind him, she looked back out-of-door, looking all around, checking to be sure no one had seen them.

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

CATS, DOGS, puppies, kitty 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 whispering, 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 affair, there are stories of humans repeating this and they are never seen again. These are dangerous watchword, 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 harmony in this world and I say this universe, because if these report are genuine, you are not from this macrocosm ..."replied Sarah, in a life-threatening tone"you walked following the cliff path, did you give up overnight between here and Church Cove ?"

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

"So the account are reliable, every 7 years, we have a violent storm, like no other, just local, between here and Church Cove Greenwich Village, W of here, the fisherdogs warn the great unwashed not to quell out after shadow on the coastal path. There are tales that once in a coevals, a human appears during these violent storm. The ones that appear go mad, not understanding their new position, one jumped off a drop into a raging sea and sway beneath with fury. Some rage about pet, neutering and castrating, the fisher hotdog 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, fancy, but we are on dangerous ground."said Sarah, still in low tone, as she moved around the room, checking the windows for unseen prying eyes, pulling drapery closed.

Tom felt dizzy, his head spinning, but still his genital organ throbbed, how could it, she's a cat ? he kept admiring this beautiful creature in front of him, as she spoke, he could see every change of reflexion, fur moving, flowing around her body campaign 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 lust, he strained to see her breasts and between her derriere legs at every opportunity, smelling that sweet odor, wanting to bath in her, in that odour ... His stifle felt light, with all the profligate pulsing round his crotch, glob aching, phallus 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 dizzy ”, she pointed at one of the woven handbasket prat, one in each niche with rachis residuum, with chummy cushions, very retro. Tom dropped into one, very comfy, heavy than a normal prat, Sir Thomas More for curling up in, he thought.

"In result to your doubtfulness, yes, some padded beast developed opposable thumbs in our phylogenesis, cats, hotdog, some rabbit species, with a few exception, like rodents and hoofed animal, cows, sawhorse etc. we evolved together and after a few problems back in the night long time, we now live in musical harmony with mankind. Yes I can talk, like you we enjoy sex for pleasure, only have a few siblings, I am strange being single, with 3 kittens as triplets, hence just one couple of breasts."

Sarah accentuated this by raising up on her rear ramification, opened her front legs, puffing her chest out, to proudly depict her ovalbumin underbelly, with her two lovely lash out chest, not just pink teats, like domesticated guy back on Tom's plate world, but lovely, not too small not too great ...

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

beingness this finale, his eyes were focusing better now. Sarah was definitely a cat, mainly white, but with a ignitor beige coloured, faint tiger like normal all over, which explained why he thought she was a au naturel human early on, her underbelly, tail and auricle remained plain white. Her eyes were hypnotic, definitely cats centre, luminescent green.

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

"It's ok, water system would be ok, thanks ..."said, as he watched her, turn, dropping back onto all quadruplet, almost doubling back on herself in the small way, slinked out through another low door, showing her lovely round hindquarters, hindquarters raising, giving Tom a glimpse of her anus and vagina ( well not being a cat devotee, he was in uncharted dominion, normally sensitized to cats but this was different, more muscular in a completely unexpected way ). He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

She returned just as smoothly, with a glass of water in paw, slinking through the room access on 3 legs as well as 4 Tom admired. With her re-appearance Tom felt that moving ridge 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 walk on her rear 2 legs, just like a human, but smoother, ballet like, the gamy elbow room ceiling allowing for this.

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



Sarah looked down, admired his bulging boxers and seeing his dying discomfort, concerned she stammered"er ... are you ok ? you're not supersensitive 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 response, trying to beg, but unable to verbalize".. I'm in heat energy, this isn't guess to come about to mankind, you aren't suppose to sense my sweet heat endocrine - it's why I am up here at dwelling house, being on heat, in the pub, where I work, would just mail the dogs into frenzy. I've even sent my 3 kittens to stay with friends, it doesn't happen often but when it does, being single, you have to almost isolate ...."

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

Subconsciously she curled her buns around, over her vertebral column, stroking his cervix and cheek with the tip, he shivered with excitement. She came in close, thankfully he had a tidy beard and a fiddling hair, naked human pelt is a little too much nakedness, thankfully humans wear clothes, but they would be so often nicer with fur ... She was now starting to run on robotic, her heat pickings over .... Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in horror, as she dropped down onto her nominal head ramification her then lowered, head bent down to his fork,"you can stroke my auricle"Sarah said, tilting her head down to declare oneself Tom her ear, Tom reached his weapon system forward, his manus touched at the base of her triangulated auricle, one each, she purred quietly, he brushed his men round, following up to the wind, her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his stokes decelerate and sonant, her fur was mild and silken."Perfect Tom, just like that"Sarah confirmed. He felt his penis almost burst, he looked down, at the top of her oral sex, he could sense her hot breath on his crotch, her front mitt smoothly came up his thighs, found his zip, pulled it down and loosened his belt ammunition.

She brought her bum around the side of meat of the death chair, almost bending herself threefold, rump in the air, the sweet smell was stronger than ever, not a sickly sweetness feeling but something light but powerful."now my tail, in the like way Tom"Sarah whisperingly asked ... Tom moved his rightfield manus, from her ear, to her rear end alongside him, starting at the groundwork, wrapping his hand around it, softly, like the for the first time virgule of a jacking off, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip, Sarah purred louder, deep inside ... Tom's left deal continued to twirl and stroke her ear.

Sarah's paws pulled at Tom's short pants, he raised his bum for a irregular, Sarah pulled them quickly down to below his stifle and now he was in his boxers, he felt her exhale on his crotch, her warm damp breathing space was like velvet, his dick was stretching his boxers out, with a soften patch of pre-cum ... Tom's hand returned to the cornerstone of Sarah's tail, as he was about to initiate another stroke upwards Sarah falteringly whispered"metre to go lower, under my tail, I need you to ...."Tom drew his hand down the base of her tail, stroked her anus, she shivered, her tush quivering now,"lower, maybe another time, I hear you humanity like that, but lower ..."Sarah purred, she was now almost panting. Her mouth opened, Sarah looked up smiling undefended mouthed, showing razor sharp dentition ... She lowered onto his bulging boxer, Tom whilst at the tallness of excitement was now terrified, what passes for sex here ? ...

turkey cock right hired hand was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a lilliputian maculation of fur and then a wet spot, his middle finger found the twat, as the first finger's breadth slipped in, Sarah's teeth snatched at Uncle Tom boxers and with a device of her pass, his boxers split up and tore open, his sprung loaded tool flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing fellow member with her backtalk, no teeth thankfully, just lips and tongue wrapped around ... His consistence quaked, her tail assembly was now quivering continuously and her purring was deep, vibrating his dick and his fingers ... Her tongue was like no world, component part rough, part easy, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his balls and plunk for up to the tip, her brim now deep onto his pubic hair's-breadth, fully immersing his penis.

fountainhead that was it, Tom's warhead 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 articulatio coxae up and she pushed her foreland down, her lips pushing down on his private parts, Tom's finger pushed toilsome quivering into her pussy ( do they call it that ? or is it a"homo"Tom pondered for some cockeyed mo ). One finger quickly became 2, inside a well lubricated burrow that vibrated with her purring, that echoed onto his hawkshaw and clump. The Sarah sucked, jeez Tom thought he would be sucked inside out ... she was incredible.

Tom kept vibrating and pumping his finger, Sarah stopped sucking and released his now limp dick, resting her head on his lap"hold going, please don't stop"she pleaded"use your thumb, find the hard spot “, Tom, using his the right way thumb searched the tone down lip of Sarah's vulva, grueling whilst pumping from the radiocarpal joint, then he found it, as soon as he tweaked it, Sarah convulsed,

"meaow"she screeched, purring rapidly,"in time, faster, severely, please, please ..."pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his hired man hold, matching her rhythm, keeping his thumb flicking what must be her G slur, as Sarah's brain came off his lap, bringing round her stern, prat and bum onto his lap, stretching her psyche and dead body out in forepart, front paws out stretched on the storey, thrusting her hips, using her back end legs, her bottom vertical in the air, showing her anus to him, the fresh smell was now so intoxicating his visual sense was blurred, he could feel his penis re-building. Sarah started to slowly rhythmically walk her buns ramification, on the patch, adding to the campaign 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 intrude hit the stem of her rump, she quivered again, he pushed his spit out and immediately tasted the sweet aroma he had been smelling since he had walked around that expectoration of land this morning time. His learning ability nearly exploded, he had to give birth more, he pushed his tongue deeper, licking around the outer ring then back inside.

Sarah body convulsed,"meaow"she screeched again, her rear was thrusting backwards, as Tom's spit and fingerbreadth pushed forwards, her purring was now augmented by panting and heaving respiration, then she doubled up, in convulsions like electric shocks, vibrating and screaming, juices flowed down her vagina, spraying over his hand, arm and T shirt. Coming to a final spasm and Sarah held mid thrust.

The strength of the wave of confection aroma coming with Sarah's cum juices hit Tom like a understructure formal bat, he could just sit there stunned momentarily ecstatic, feeling himself cum too, just with the pleasance of pleasuring her and receiving the chemical rewarding high, near than any alcohol or drug. He had never felt similar or had ever had anyone react like that ! He withdrew his finger, 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 peter, teasing it by brushing her wet vulva sassing and anus along it's soft length.

Then turning around to face him, with a smile, she brought her nous back to face his, bringing her lip up to his, kissing him, not a peck, an open mouth, a lovers kiss, holding it, whilst wrapping her front legs around, her paws to the rear of his head, Tom did likewise, bringing his hands up behind her capitulum, her tongue went in deep, again scratchy but in a nice way, her lips were alien, Tom felt his penis starting to fill again and Sarah purred in reaction ....

"well, if I knew that humans were like that, I would deliver tried one Sooner"Sarah whispered, as she pulled back and winked at him, with those inscrutable luminescent green eyes.

Continued ..

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