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

What The screw happened ?, he tried to remember consequence, the wind blew up quick, the howling driving rain, the tent flapping in the wind.

Yesterday he had walked along the drop top, like many other nights he found a great spot, just off the coastal course, away from the cliff's edge. He had Pitched his lowly tent, one of the few things he actually got out of his miscarry kinship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG time ... he had nothing to his name except what was in his back pack ... thank goodness he had avoided a partake bank account, although she had begged him to plowshare his money, after all"he worked for her father."She had argued many times.

So when she got bored and preferred his best better half, he had no mind of how long he had been deceived, but once he caught them, it had deteriorated fast, he lost their apartment ( no want for it to be in both our names, 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 take the air for a few twenty-four hour period, to make his head word. That was weeks ago, he found the peace and serenity rewarding, no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the coast, he decided to travel along it, Wild camping, with the odd night in a camp site, to lavish and shave.

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

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

"Whaaaat ... ?"he definitely wasn't on concentrated footing, the floor of the tent wasn ; t supporting his system of weights on either arm or elbow. He reached the zip, opened up and sort of more than fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A diminished fight with thorns and branches had him stood in a thicket of bushes, tent perched on the top.."Whaaaaat ?"he thought again ... Where was the clarification from terminal night ? ... that jazz must have got blown the collapsible shelter clear off the ground ...

With his headland banging, he must let hit something hard when the tent was flung around in the air, he gathered his collapsible shelter and holding into a ball and climbed out of the Vannevar Bush thicket onto what should be a cliff path, but it wasn't, there was the cliff edge, but not the course that was there last night.

He unraveled his Lucille Ball of tent on a wide-cut flat point, emptied his belongings out. Ate what was left of the scraps he had, crisp and cheese and some of the body of water. Slowly packed everything into his rucksack and gathered his thoughts. The day looked hopeful, just like yesterday, the sunset was a beauty, early spring, so one to savor with the promise of more to arrive over summer.

The sea looked composure, no wind and some clouds in the sky but nothing to hint at the storm overnight conclusion night. Whilst definitely the Lapp view, things didn't spirit or find quite the same, Tom put that down to his vexation. Oh well, there is a cove a knot or two up ahead, with a hamlet and pub, he'll spirit better after some pub grub.

Tom walked on, packsack on, hoping the fresh air would realize his straits a little, came to a goading of land and a child's play brought a sweet odour to his nose, just a pinch, what could smell that decent, not overpowering but encouraged him flesh out the crimp in the path. Feeling a little ignitor headed, he saw cottages close by, edging the cliff, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few houses and a beach. Then the body politic curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a picture perfect sight, very mincing, so rural, almost biscuit tin lid perfect.



As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the fresh aroma again, inviolable now almost intoxicating, he could see a consistency stretched out in front of one of the cottages, maybe that was the source of the ambrosia, he thought. As he got closer, the dead body stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more defined, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the eubstance curved like no other, legs tucked up underneath, arm outstretched in front, header resting on munition ... lovely curves down the backbone, arching to a beautifully rounded arse, smooth and blend, Tom felt his line rising, his header throbbed, as now did his phallus ... he was transfixed as he walked closer.

His vision was blurring slightly, feeling somewhere between tipsy and rummy, but as he walked on, feeling as if a magnet were pulling him forwards, blinking, the blurring eased and he realised the smasher sun bathing was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his blood rose and he had to scratch his balls and line up his crotch to allow his penis to extend, rather than being trapped, double up in his grubby under wear.



The shape was gorgeous, the closer he got, the more he appreciated the sweetheart, the stronger the charismatic field of operation felt and the more he wanted to dive in and observe this beauty. It looked to be his height, curves showing a melt off torso, which gave away it's respiration, swelled and relaxed, then a tail flicked from hiding behind it's one English to the other - A TAIL ! !

"What ?"Tom stopped short and gasped. The body's head immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto arms, the top half of the torso rotated round, showing it to be a beautiful female form, with a twosome of wonderfully fill out knocker curved in front of her.

She was shaped like a cat, must be some contour of bright cat costume he thought, to try to convert himself of some account but that didn't explain the quarter. Then a breeze brushed by, ruffling her fur, causing her to shiver 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 eyes, not believing what he was seeing, this beauty was a cat, those ears flicked and rotated with her tail, her luminescent green center were thick and inviting.

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

"I, I.. I ‘ m sorry I didn't mean to galvanize you"stammered Tom, not believing what his eyes were showing him and his musket ball ached for, his member was now a ram rod, trying to burst out of his trunks.

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

Tom stepped forward, extended his hand, replying"Hi, I'm Tom, very proud of to assemble you"and as they softly clasped hired man, an electric like shock ran through Tom, his formal almost exploded and he gasped. Embarrassed at his agitation, he looked down at their hired hand. Shocked, recoiling at what he saw, he exclaimed brutally"thumbs - computed tomography don't have opposable thumbs, you just spoke - you aren't suppose to talk, nor just have one pair of bosom"..

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

"Good grief, in all the years I have lived here, I just assumed these were fisherdog stories, fairytale they made up to frighten off puppies and kittens.."she exclaimed,"you have to be measured, such talk could get you into a lot of bother, the dogs in the village would tear you apart if they even thought you had said that, there are stories of them feeding blaspheming human to the mermaids ..."Sarah said, pausing to let it slide down in.

CATS, DOGS, pup, 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 ... ... favorite ? “. Stunned, Tom slowly, carefully, deliberately nodded yes.

"Never, ever, but never say such a thing, there are chronicle of homo repeating this and they are never seen again. These are dangerous Book, 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 globe and I say this world, because if these tarradiddle are true, you are not from this world ..."replied Sarah, in a life-threatening tone"you walked following the cliff way, did you stop overnight between here and church Cove ?"

"Yes, I camped in-between, on the cliff top coastal itinerary, hold up dark a tempest whipped up, I woke with a thumping head ache and still inside my break down tent, but now perched on top a bush"replied Tom.

"So the stories are reliable, every 7 yr, we have a violent storm, like no other, just local, between here and Church Cove hamlet, west of here, the fisherdogs warn citizenry not to persist out after nighttime on the coastal path. There are tales that once in a genesis, a human being appears during these storms. The ones that appear go mad, not understanding their new situation, one jumped off a cliff into a raging sea and rocks beneath with madness. Some fad about pets, neutering and castrating, the pekan dogs take them away, read them out to sea and they are never heard of again, they are never talked about, I thought it was all hearsay, fable, illusion, but we are on severe solid ground."said Sarah, still in low tones, as she moved around the room, checking the windowpane for unseen prying centre, pulling mantle closed.

Tom felt dizzy, his chief spinning, but still his fork throbbed, how could it, she's a cat ? he kept admiring this beautiful creature in social movement of him, as she spoke, he could see every change of locution, fur moving, flowing around her body movement and he found it intoxicating, exciting, horny and that tail, the aphrodisiac matter ever, as it swished and curled.

He had never felt such wanton lecherousness, he strained to see her breast and between her raise wooden leg at every chance, smelling that sweet aroma, wanting to bathe in her, in that olfactory modality ... His knees felt debile, with all the descent pulsing round his genitals, balls aching, member throbbing, it was all he could do to remain support up.

Sarah saw this, she hastened over to him,"are you ok, sit down, you look dizzy ”, she pointed at one of the woven hoop seats, one in each corner with back residuum, with loggerheaded cushion, very retro. Tom dropped into one, very comfy, gravid than a normal tooshie, Thomas More for curling up in, he thought.

"In answer to your doubtfulness, yes, some padded beast developed opposable thumbs in our evolution, CT, dogs, some rabbit species, with a few exception, like rodent and hoofed animals, cows, horses etc. we evolved together and after a few job back in the dark years, we now live in harmony with humans. Yes I can verbalise, like you we enjoy sex for pleasure, only have a few sib, I am strange being undivided, with 3 kitty as triplets, hence just one pair of breasts."

Sarah accentuated this by raising up on her rearward pegleg, opened her straw man leg, puffing her chest of drawers out, to proudly testify her white underbelly, with her two lovely brush up breasts, not just pink nipple, like domesticated cats back on Tom's dwelling house mankind, but lovely, not too humble not too turgid ...

Tom's center nearly burst out of his psyche on husk, if his dick could have, it would hold unzipped itself from his drawers, it was bursting pushing hard at the seams..

Being this close, his eyes were focusing better now. Sarah was definitely a cat, mainly white, but with a light beige coloured, faint tiger like shape all over, which explained why he thought she was a au naturel human being early on, her underbelly, tail and capitulum remained plain white. Her eyes were hypnotic, definitely cats eyes, luminescent green.

"You look hot, flushed, can get you a boozing ?, I would say milk, but I would ask 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, twist, dropping back onto all quadruplet, almost doubling back on herself in the small way, slinked out through another low doorway, showing her lovely round rump, ass raising, giving Tom a glance of her anus and vagina ( well not being a cat lover, he was in uncharted soil, normally supersensitized to cats but this was dissimilar, more powerful in a completely unexpected way ). He felt an emptiness once she was out of sight.

She returned just as smoothly, with a glass of piss in paw, slinking through the doorway on 3 leg 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 threshold, from what must be the kitchen, she rose to walk on her rear 2 legs, just like a human, but smoother, concert dance like, the gamy elbow room ceiling allowing for this.

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



Sarah looked down, admired his bulging shorts and seeing his anxious discomfort, 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 answer, trying to beg, but ineffectual to speak".. I'm in heat, this isn't presuppose to go on to humankind, you aren't suppose to sense my sweet heat internal secretion - it's why I am up here at home, being on heat, in the pub, where I work, would just send the dogs into delirium. I've even sent my 3 kitty to stay with friends, it doesn't hap often but when it does, being individual, you have to almost isolate ...."

As Sarah spoke and realism dawned on her, here she was, in full phase of the moon oestrus, with a Male, who no one knew about, who was new ... to everything.

Subconsciously she curled her tail around, over her back, stroking his cervix and buttock with the tip, he shivered with excitement. She came in close, thankfully he had a goodly beard and a fiddling haircloth, naked human being skin is a little too much nakedness, thankfully humans tire dress, but they would be so much nicer with fur ... She was now starting to run on automatic, her heat pickings over .... Tom was now almost prey.

Tom looked, almost in horror, as she dropped down onto her front man legs her then lowered, head bent down to his crotch,"you can stroke my ears"Sarah said, tilting her head down to put up Tom her spike, Tom reached his arms forward, his deal touched at the base of her triangulated spike, one each, she purred quietly, he brushed his hands round, following up to the tips, her purring increased. He repeated, keeping his stokes slow and soft, her fur was flabby and silky."perfect Tom, just like that"Sarah confirmed. He felt his penis almost burst, he looked down, at the top of her foreland, he could finger her hot breathing space on his crotch, her nominal head manus smoothly came up his thighs, found his zip, pulled it down and loosened his belt.

She brought her tooshie around the English of the chair, almost bending herself reduplicate, tail in the air, the dessert smell was firm than ever, not a sallow sweet feel but something light but powerful."now my tail, in the same way Tom"Sarah whisperingly asked ... Tom moved his right field hand, from her ear, to her buns alongside him, starting at the base, wrapping his hand around it, softly, like the start stroke of a jerking off, slowly, softly pulling upwards to the tip, Sarah purred louder, deep interior ... Tom's left mitt continued to spin and stroke her ear.

Sarah's paw pulled at Tom's short, he raised his bum for a endorsement, Sarah pulled them quickly down to below his knees and now he was in his boxers, he felt her exhale on his privates, her tender damp breathing spell was like velvet, his dick was stretching his boxers out, with a damp patch of pre-cum ... Tom's hired man returned to the base of Sarah's tail, as he was about to startle another stroke upwards Sarah falteringly whispered"time to go lower, under my hindquarters, I need you to ...."Tom drew his bridge player down the base of her shadower, stroked her anus, she shivered, her chase quivering now,"lower, maybe another clip, I hear you humans like that, but lower ..."Sarah purred, she was now almost panting. Her rima oris opened, Sarah looked up smiling open mouthed, showing razor sharp teeth ... She lowered onto his bulging bagger, Tom whilst at the altitude of excitement was now terrified, what passes for sex here ? ...

Toms right manus was now, just slowly lowering below her anus, a little patch of fur and then a wet patch, his middle finger found the pussy, as the initiative fingerbreadth slipped in, Sarah's teeth snatched at gobbler shorts and with a twist of her head, his boxers schism and tore undefendable, his sprung loaded shaft flicked onto her nose.

Faster than he could see, she engulfed his throbbing member with her mouth, no tooth thankfully, just lips and lingua wrapped around ... His eubstance quaked, her posterior was now quivering continuously and her purring was abstruse, vibrating his dick and his fingerbreadth ... Her clapper was like no humans, office rough, constituent piano, as she flicked it up and around, alternating, then the rough lapping down to his clod and back up to the tip, her back talk now deep onto his pubic hair, fully immersing his penis.

Well that was it, Tom's warhead exploded into Sarah's back talk, 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 down, her lips pushing down on his crotch, Tom's finger pushed unvoiced quivering into her kitty-cat ( do they promise it that ? or is it a"human"Tom pondered for some silly moment ). One finger quickly became 2, inside a well lubricated tunnel that vibrated with her purring, that echoed onto his peter and Ball. The Sarah sucked, jeez Tom thought he would be sucked inside out ... she was incredible.

Tom kept vibrating and pumping his fingers, Sarah stopped sucking and released his now limp dick, resting her head on his lap"keep going, delight don't stop"she pleaded"use your thumb, find the difficult position “, Tom, using his right thumb searched the moist sassing 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, harder, please, please ..."pleaded Sarah again, Tom adjusted his script hold, matching her round, keeping his thumb flicking what must be her G spot, as Sarah's head came off his lap, bringing round her rear, tail and bum onto his lap, stretching her head and body out in front, straw man paws out stretched on the floor, thrusting her pelvic girdle, using her buttocks leg, her tail vertical in the air, showing her anus to him, the sweet olfactory property was now so intoxicating his visual sense was blurred, he could finger his penis re-building. Sarah started to slowly rhythmically take the air her rear legs, 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 pry hit the base of her tail, she quivered again, he pushed his tongue out and immediately tasted the unfermented fragrance he had been smelling since he had walked around that expectoration of land this morning. His brain nearly exploded, he had to have more, he pushed his tongue deeper, licking around the outer ring then back inside.

Sarah body convulsed,"meaow"she screeched again, her backside was thrusting backwards, as Tom's knife and fingerbreadth 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 metier of the wave of sweet aroma coming with Sarah's cum juices hit Tom like a cornerstone chunk bat, he could just sit there stunned momentarily ecstatic, feeling himself cum too, just with the pleasure of pleasuring her and receiving the chemical rewarding high up, near than any alcohol or drug. He had never felt similar or had ever had anyone react like that ! He withdrew his fingerbreadth, now realizing he was soaked with cat cum.

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

Then turning around to look him, with a grinning, she brought her head teacher back to face his, bringing her backtalk up to his, kissing him, not a peck, an unfold mouth, a lovers kiss, holding it, whilst wrapping her front legs around, her paws to the bottom of his head, Tom did likewise, bringing his workforce up behind her ears, her tongue went in deep, again grating but in a nice way, her sass were exotic, Tom felt his penis starting to fulfil again and Sarah purred in response ....

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

Continued ..

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