Tom relaxed in the basket chair as much as he could ; his lineage was now starting to run riot again, that sweet aroma of Sarah on heat was starting to work its conjuration again.

He looked into Sarah's middle that shone luminescent Green back at him, will her to take his penis into her sass again ...

But she got up onto all fours and turned to him"Quick Tom, gather everything of yours, leave nil down here, get on a higher floor, the way I was screeching the fisher dogs would take in heard me in the side by side county, let alone out to sea, I bet half the village would accept heard me ..."Sarah urgently explained she quickly searched out of the window, just in case there was a mob of auction pitch ramification carrying dog coming up the itinerary, but there was zippo ...

Tom stood up from the death chair, pulled his shorts up, catching up his torn and ripped Boxer trapping them inside his shorts, he quickly tied his belt, gathered all his holding, rucksack and place.

He stood up, looking round to check for anything to witness his presence. Sarah pointed at stairs, again with a low entryway ; everything was to befit cats on all fours moving around the business firm, not mankind on 2 legs.

He slung his paraphernalia over his shoulder joint and scampered up the stairs, bending low, using one manus to block up him falling aspect down, Sarah hot on his heels, nudging him in the bum with her head, giggling naughtily.

There was one door unresolved at the top of the stairs, with two closed"straight into my room, the doorway open"instructed Sarah.

The room was small but with a large hoop bed, queen size, window looking out across the sea.

Tom threw his stuff in a corner ; with no wearing apparel to keep cats don't need wardrobes.

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

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

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

Tom stood there, disheveled, not sure quite what to do next, with there being no hot seat here in the chamber.

"Take off those clothes, you furless thing you, put them in the recess, we'll have to influence out how to wash those later. You are filthy and also need a wash, get on the bed"Sarah's tone of voice 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 intrude touched his, licked him on his back talk then her spit followed circle to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his capitulum, neck and brass, working to and fro across his face passing his lips to steal a kiss, sometimes a peck, sometimes a lingering tongue.

This was quite titillating and rather than being sticky and distasteful, surprisingly he was beginning to palpate fresh and he was feeling cleaner. All the meter that internal secretion induced lust was building up again, that slightly drugged, tipsy feeling crept back.

His custody drifted to her auricle and quietly stroked ... She purred quietly, whispering instructions every now and then about early areas he could scratch and stroke. He watched her fur motion as he brushed and stroked, how it gave a gloss reflection as it caught the light, inspected the patterns of tiger strip like cast on her coat.

She worked her way down his bureau ( not that he had enough to form a hirsute thorax, let alone a furry one ), she slowly methodically worked down each arm, she lingered longer on his rightfield, her spit wrapping around each fingerbreadth, enjoying the lingering taste of her own juices on him.

Tom was embarrassed as he couldn't call up 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 observe her instructions, stroking the directed areas with his finger's breadth, scrunching up her tegument 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 joy of her knife, slightly rough caressing his cutis, plus her heat putting him in a mildly euphoric state. By the prison term she got to his crotch, he had a full empire state building pointing at the ceiling, balls already aching for another dead reckoning, her fur tickling and teasing his now tender peel.

He was slowly drowning in that sugariness endocrine of hers again, his blood rising. She slid down avoiding his pulsating pecker, licking slowly down each leg and understructure.

The drug like internal secretion magnatising him to her, He wanted her so badly, longing to be capable to dive into that fur foreland long in and ravage it ...

Tom was now able to stroke her butt again as they were now top & tailed ( a saying that works in both public ) ....

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

This was an improbable experience, her fanny swung incline to side, the tip stroke and teasing across his back, allowing him to stroke the cornerstone upwards.

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

He shook his fuzzy foreland to concentrate, turned his upper trunk, moved his hands from her tush to her hind legs, pulling her inwards, then raising her topmost buttocks leg, he got wad of his goals and leaned forward, the drug like DoS driving him on to pleasure her.

As his clapper touched her anus, her hormonal chemistry slugged him again, his school principal nearly exploded, with his caput 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 rear ...

His desire to drown in that consortium held within her lips was overwhelming, extending his glossa out he delved in, the ambrosia rushed him again, his psyche swooning, who needs course A drugs when you can get this intellection 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 leg over Sarah to straddle her, so now in the full 69 position.

Tom automatically thrust his articulatio coxae into her, feeling her soft underbelly comfort his throbbing member wanting it to get inside. His head buried between her stage, his body 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 arse, pulling at his boldness. Then he felt incisive pricks,"She has claws ?"thought Tom, not razor sharp but sharp enough, mmmmph he reacted, the pincer pulled his cheeks apart, then a digit, clawless probed his anus, tweaking and teased its way in, no human girl ever did this ! ...

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

Sarah denied his prick 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 center to focus his mind, as the drug effect was too capital. It was like floating above your best sex partner, separated by the diffused vibrating eiderdown whilst it caressed and scratched your bum.

"Mount me now, before we waste all your vigour"said Sarah almost throwing him off, landing to one side,

Tom opened his centre to see her spring over, from her backbone onto all four, head down, front legs stretching out, her rump raising eminent in the air, exposing everything with tail curved mellow over her anatropous 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, go up me now Tom ; like a cat, hard, don't lose the minute - and you had proficient arrive at it last recollective than downstairs"she commanded sternly, a different side to her, but to be fair, she had a point ...

Her rear rose slightly to make 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 wonderful invitation ever, go after up, anus quivering, her vulva open, juices leaking ...

He edged forward, gripped her tail base with one hand, her hip of one leg with the former, as soon as the tip of his penis touched her dampness and felt her lips ; she pushed back, so he was fully immersed before he knew it, pulling his prepuce fully back sharply in one slightly irritating movement, causing

Tom to suck air in at the pleasurable pain.

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

Tom pulling back far enough to just maintain his phallus from popping out, then driving back inwards to grinding articulatio coxae once bottomed out, Jeeeeeez Tom had never had or felt anything like it, they worked in unison, Sarah's purring increasing in clock time with the knife thrust.

The rest of the room was now just fuzzed edges to his vision, which was becoming one sex focused tunnel, the drugged state seemed to sensitize his sexual green goddess, he was sure he could feel her corpse raised clit rubbing his extremity, as he drove it in & out, never felt this backwards habitation, with any girl.

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

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

Tom faltered not knowing what she meant, her front man paw, came back and indicated an country on the back of her neck.

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

Tom be given forward, his full-of-the-moon weight now on her back, he opened his mouth, initially getting a mouth fully of fur but managed to work his mouth and teeth, to gather a bowl of skin beneath and bit ...

"raciness HARDER ...."Sarah screeched, so he gathered the skin fold deeper into his sassing and did just that, with all his might

The"MEEEEOOOOwwwww"from Sarah confirmed he had hit the smudge, her back immediately arched further, thrusting her rear backwards onto his gumshoe ... he struggled to breathe through fur and skin in his mouth, but he wasn't going to let loose the ride of his life.

He be brought his hired man from her hips, stroking forwards along her soft underbelly and felt for her boob, using his thumb to flick her now pert nipples, then jot & wheel them, between pollex and index, she purred agreement"Tom cats don't do that, do it, do it ..."Sarah confirmed.

By digging his elbows into her midriff and pelvis, he got better leverage, holding his bite on her neck to advert on, tweaking her pap and pumping her rear.

He was doubling over thrusting inwards, with her being slightly smaller she could buck and sophisticate in all counseling to push back on his thrusting, with him in control, this was one fantastic rodeo Tom had never been to before.

Doggy style with any fille acquaintance was nix like this, he'd never had a fur broncho beneath him, her body vibrating with purring that transferred through to his tooth, hand, cubital joint and his dick, it was unbelievable.

Sarah gave one big thrust, a brassy meooow, and then started convulsing in abruptly violent galvanising electrical shock 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 two-bagger, in knockout thrusts.

Finally she held onto the one-quarter bass thrust, Tom felt it was like her amniotic fluid had broken, as she climaxed holding the thrust in a pulverization to end, she gasped for air,"Fuck, that was unlikely 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 time, started to relax, slacken his jaw and removed his teeth from her cervix, finally sucking air unhindered into his burning lungs and relaxed to withdraw his penis.

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

Tom felt her vagina grip on his shaft, he pushed back in, staying inside her he raised himself up to stand, feet still on the floor, eased his spine, stretching straightening up, whilst he brought his handwriting backwards from her titty back to her hips.

He held onto her rear hip erogenous zone, gripped, teasing his digit into her fur and skin, which she liked and slowly stroked in and out .... Sarah's purring returned ..."miaow"she whispered, as she responded by matching drift back.

After a few strokes, Tom drifted his hands forwards and upwards, encouraging her to rebel up, stand on her rear legs, using her forepart hand resting on the bed to steady herself.

She pushed back with her rump, arching her cover, keeping a squeamish smooth straight run in & out of her vagina, which was now a well lubricated, fond, sleek smooth tunnel, with excess warmly cat cum slowly dribbling and creeping down Tom's legs.

He brought his hands once Thomas 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 index finger he caressed her nipples.

Sarah moved her straw man branch from in front of her, off the bed to up above her, stretching high up to retain onto a timbre crossing balance beam above with her hand.

Her can bounced backwards, in meter with his long throw, using the full length of his throbbing 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 get envisaged sex with her like this that first clock time he saw her.

Their rhythm bounced nicely, purring Sarah arching her back and read/write head back to rub her headspring back alongside Toms, even being capable to plant sparkle kissing pecks on his cheek ...

Then Tom felt his ballock tingle, oh yes !, this was coming together nicely, he moved one manus from her up load breast, upwards to another erogenous zone under one of her forelegs and now it was an slow slant forward, opened his oral cavity, found the smudge, gathered in that Sami bend of skin on her neck and bit, not frightened to prick hard this time ...

Sarah tensed and convulsed backwards

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

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

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

"yes, yes, hard"Sarah begged, one hard push button, wow !, a bit thrust and Sarah spasmed, her galvanic shock like climax released Tom, convulsing her muscles, he pumped his own cum deep into her, this triggered another flood tide from Sarah who pushing her rear hard back whilst stifling a scream"mmmmmmphhhh ”, Tom held on to his final thrust, until the last drip from his lump.

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

They held themselves pressed, interlocked together, pausing for a short while, gasping for air, Sarah released her grip on the scratched irradiation above, allowing them to cave in forward onto the bed.

Tom rolled off Sarah's back, alongside to face up her, both sighing and laughing in the present moment, lovingly kissing each other, running hands and mitt over each other, claws now retracted smoothing each other out, finding wet patches all over. Sarah started licking Tom again, starting at his fount, purring.

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

This just encouraged another twitching pulsation in growth of his dick, then Sarah moved onto licking Toms crotch, licking his tool and balls as well, engulfing and sucking on the flaccid but throbbing egotistical member, looking up smiling at Tom, whilst he lead feast eagle, star like on the bed.

Once more than Tom let Sarah dampen 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 shivering, naked, led all on his own ; the hole where Sarah had been was cold. luminosity was still streaming through the window, he went to look, the sea was blue, get down clouds streaking across the sky and down on the dope in movement of the bungalow was Sarah.

fabrication sleeping on the smoke, just as he had seen her this break of day, soaking up the sun, breathing slowly, he watched her for years through the net mantle, watching each breathing spell, her fur ruffle in the breeze and then her one tooshie branch, slightly tamp the grass, in a sleep driven flip - just as she did during sex.

Tom was pleased to possess given and had so much pleasure with such a beautiful tool, boy he was lucky.

After a while his eye drifted to the view, a few fishing boats were returning menage, he noted whilst they had masts, no sails were up, making him enquire as to the tech level of this globe.

The gravy holder were lowly, in shoring eccentric, with the fisherdogs on them, possible only 2 or 3 per boat, on the prow of each was a young dog, checking procession and looking at their goal, the beach in the cove.

One 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 manus, carrying loge, shouting instructions or operating the winch.

He couldn't decide which breed each dog was, not being a big dog lover, he thought the looked like German police dog but with slightly shorter neb.

There were a few houses opposite the beach, one tumid brick built with a thatched roof, maybe the pub Sarah works at, thought Tom. The hamlet stretched further buns and up a narrow valley with cottages along the cliff ridges.

On the beach, one big Brown University dog stood on a rock, smoking a cadaver piping, cap on, watching the business on the beach, pointing with his organ pipe as he gave book of instructions or nodding at reply, definitely the top dog.

The pebble beach was almost split in 2 by a small grassy stage, reaching out to the shoring lineage, climbing up on some peg down rocks, with a grass top and a bench. Sat on the judiciary was a black 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 drapery 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 large thatched brick building, nodding and talking with each black cat dog as they passed, stopping to pay a lot to a greater extent tending to the large chocolate-brown top dog.

Tom realised that this universe was similar to his own in many ways, citizenry going to operate, living, having families ( Sarah spoke lovingly of her kitty ) 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 bare, he couldn't put his cat cum soaked T shirt back on, nor his torn pugilist. He rummaged through his rucksack in the box, found what short clean gear he had, some lycra trunks and a decent T shirt.

Pulling up his lycra shortstop, he realised, his bum was sore, those pricks from Sarah's claws may be more than he thought. He slipped on his Tee shirt and continued rummaging, he couldn't find his phone, it was nowhere to be found.

Thirsty, he went down to the kitchen, ran some water tucking his head under the tap he drank his fill. Whilst leaning over the sink, he smelt that sweet scent creeping on him again, a couplet of paws silkily wrapped around his shank.

Sarah's head appeared on his articulatio humeri, they leant together and kissed, as their knife met, her paws dropped to his genital organ and stroked his penis through his lycra, which was already starting to grow and well up, she stroked it and purred..

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

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

Tom turned to face her and smiled,"Hmmmm I think so, do we postulate a label ? but I like the idea, I've left zippo behind, no job, no flat, no married woman or girlfriend, parents are happy on their own, babe happily married in America, so this is a nice way to start afresh"

"Don't worry Tom, cats aren't after longsighted term commitment, I have had former lovers, one gave me three wonderful kittens, one still around who you will like, no spousal relationship but I agree this is better than I could ever give birth thought, no scathe done ..."Sarah said and followed it up with a kiss.

She cooked a nice mix of Pisces the Fishes, no bones, lightly garnished and spiced, a little bread, but no veg or Solanum tuberosum, must be a cat thing thought Tom. They sat down to eat and chatted, Tom learnt more about Sarah and the parallel populace he now wanted to cry home.

Continued ....

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