Best of Five

Yes!" Sam cried, bouncing where she sat perched atop her boyfriend's lap, both of them facing the tv. 
"Dammit!" Dan cursed, letting the controller in his hands flop to the couch as he slumped back onto the couch. 
"Awww, is someone feelin' salty?" Sam teased, wiggling her rump while looking back over her shoulder at her brown furred stallion beau.
"Yeah yeah, brag while you can." He reached up with his left hand to ruffle Sam's tufty hair. His hand was almost broad enough to grasp around the circumference of the feline's head. "You know, I AM playing with a pretty big handicap..." Dan moved his hand in a slow, smearing open palmed stroke down Sam's bare back, past her tail and to one of her cushy fuzzy butt cheeks, even while his feisty feline girlfriend continued to bump and grind the cleavage of her rear end into his lightly twitching bulbous cock. "Not to mention, kinda hard to see the screen from back here." 
"Nyaaah~" Sam moaned, unable to help herself under the exquisitely powerful molestation of his huge hand. "What, you want me to stop?" Sam asked, unconvinced. 
"Lets' not get ahead of ourselves..." Dan muttered, reluctantly releasing her booty with a soft smack that jiggled through her flesh and coaxed another mewl from Sam's soft lips. "Just saying, I'm not exactly bringing my A Game right now. Doesn't mean I can't still kick your sexy ass." He picked his controller back up, ready for the final round of their little contest. 
Sam gave a light playful laugh and refocused on the tv herself as she set up the final race. 
"Hey, I've had your cock throbbing against my back all this time and I'm sure you can feel how wet I am, but that hasn't stopped me from winning the last two." 
"Oh how you suffer." Dan sarcastically groaned. 
"Shut up and get ready to lose, you sexy jerk." 

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Sam was surprised how quickly she'd fallen for Daniel. Adversely, Daniel was too big hearted and too enamoured by felines for him to have done anything but fall for Sam in kind. He might have even called it love at first sight, were it not so dark in the nightclub the moment he and Sam first met eyes. Still, considering that within minutes of that encounter they were dancing and grinding together and making out on the dance floor before they knew each others' names, it seemed an unspoken fact to the pair that a violently burning spark had just been ignited in their hearts. 
The after party made it clear that that spark was born of more than simple lust, as well. The two of them and a handful of other partygoers belonging to their alternative, kinky crowd had been invited by a cute couple to hang out at their  apartment above a shop that they also owned, which specialised in clothing, accessories, 'toys' and more that catered to their kind of demographic. Considering that Sam worked at the shop herself, she had little trouble convincing her 'boss' to allow Dan to tag along, on the condition that they didn't mess up the guest bedroom too much. Sam claimed she'd try her best, but promised nothing. 
They talked almost all night long, effortlessly moving through subjects and to their mutual joy, finding common ground throughout it all. For some, relationships were built quite stably by partners with reasonable differences; for Sam and Dan, it was their similarities that fostered a strong friendship and attraction simultaneously. However, the fact that the most apparent differences between them were in species, gender and size were what sealed the deal. 
By the time the conversation finally reached a lull, they'd relocated to the guest bedroom anyway. Originally they'd done so to marvel at Sam’s boss's surprisingly vast anime collection, but both feline and stallion alike knew where the night was going. The only reason they hadn't reached that end sooner was out of sheer courtesy that both held for the partner they were so suddenly enamoured with. Both wanted to make this work, both wanted this to be more than a mere fling, and both knew that to that end, a little tact was needed. 

"So, you wanna fuck?" Dan had asked. It was the most tactful one of the statements whirling in his mind at the time. 
"Hell yeah!" Sam had immediately growled, hands already peeling her top up. 
From that moment on, 'tactful' would be the last thing their relationship could have been described as. 

As far as either of them were concerned, concepts like tact were as worthless as their clothes were for the rest of that night (save for Sam's panties, which Dan used as an impromptu but effective ball gag; an act that had Sam happily mumbling and gurgling against the cotton, thinking Dan such a considerate and sweet gentleman for having done so, in her lustful stupor).
Neither of them had had better sex in their lives. 
Dan was intoxicated by the embrace that Sam's tight pussy and youthful curves gave alongside the delight of so much soft warm furry flesh ripe for his hands to explore, while Sam was left breathless by the unyielding girthy size of Dan's manhood pushing deeper into her than any man or toy ever had before, making her feel so utterly receptive, vulnerable and female. 
They rutted through cowgirl, doggy style, leg glider, missionary, sixty nine and all number of other positions for hours, naturally amidst intense kisses and astonishingly vulgar dialogue (the likes of which both were utterly delighted to discover as a burning kink in the other); indeed sailors and whores alike would have plugged their ears for fear of the newborn couple's vocabulary. 
By the time they'd wrought their carnal chaos upon the bedroom from wall to wall, barely anything else needed to be said. Partially because the rampant moans and screams and filthy words they shared had left both their voices hoarse and strained, but largely because they needed nothing more than to lock eyes in a long loving connection for both to know that their thoughts were one and the same: that this was the start of something special. 

Just over two months later, it still felt just as special, even if their sexual misadventures had become more routine, and even though they'd developed a habit of making any excuse to tease and hump and fuck each other's brains out during otherwise mundane activities. 
So with furious clicks and clacks of fingers on buttons, frequent grunts and mewls, slow and seductive hip motions and eyes glued to the screen not far away from the couch, Dan and Sam settled their newest little competition, naturally given a sexy twist by doing so while stark naked.
Specifically, Mario Kart versus mode, best three out of five races, for the right to decide what to get for dinner. 

Told you they'd make any excuse.

"Awww yeah!" Sam gloated, skidding her character's kart around a corner while mimicking the swerving action with her butt. "I'm gonna beat you, and then I'm gonna fuck you!" She predicted proudly.
"If you say so, kitten." Dan replied, tongue against his cheek as he put his all into attempting to regain pole position on the track despite the fluffy stimulation on his own pole. "Just don't forget to actually order the food this time." 
"Excuse me?!" She protested without taking her eyes off the screen. "How was I supposed to do that while you were fucking my mouth?" 
"Like this!" Dan retorted, before making a poor verbal impersonation of a person trying to order a pizza with a mouth full of horse cock. Such a poor impersonation in fact that the only reason this narrator knows that that is what he was trying to do, is because the only coherent word he mumbled was 'pepperoni'. 
"Ewww." Sam cringed, understandably. "You're fucking gross." 
"Love you too, shnookums." Dan chuckled. 
Dan wasn't able to see Sam sheepishly smiling cheek to cheek, but he did note, in silence, that she began gyrating down against his violently erect member considerably harder from that moment on. As their race progressed with Sam slowly beginning to pull her kart ahead of Dan's, neither of the lovers hid their arousal. But they had all night with which to fuck like... well, not bunnies; more like the horniest feline/equine duo in the world; and at that moment it was more vital that they finish the competition they'd started. 

Dan, having noticed how much of a lead Sam had gained so far, came to the sad but true realisation that victory was beyond his grasp by that point. But then a shock of inspiration zipped through his mind. 
He placed his controller down, letting his onscreen avatar slowly roll to a stop in the middle of the racetrack. And while Sam continued to click her buttons and lean herself in towards the tv, assured of her victory but not having noticed Dan's kart's inactivity yet, the man's hands smoothed up her hips. His thick fingers spread out and grasped parallel to her lower ribcage, and once his grip was firm he had no trouble tugging her body backwards and upwards, smearing her flesh up his dick along the way. Soon he had her poised just above the wide, almost tubular head of his shaft, her moistened tidy little slit vulnerable just above.
"Nnnh, the fuck...?" Sam whispered, still operating her controller, albeit with a lot less focus and speed. To say she struggled would have been an overstatement, though she still writhed a little with Dan's hands. Not only was her resistance useless against the stallion's strength, but Sam knew herself well enough that to struggle too much would just highlight her vulnerability even clearer and make her feel even hornier. 
"What, you... Giving up?" She tried to tease him, staring at the screen in a desperate attempt not to look over her shoulder at his handsome face, or down at his big beautiful cock. 
"Could say that." Dan replied, keeping his girl hoisted while steadying one hand on her thigh so he could prod his cock right where he wanted it; between her wet, tight labia. "Nnnh, I'd say it's more like I decided I need to fuck you more than I need to beat you." 
Sam was actively working her hips now, hissing from the strain of slowly and gingerly being split open by a beastly member bigger than any girl her size was built for. 
"Fuck... Just, let me finish the ra-aaah!" She moaned, eyes clenching shut. Her kart careered off the track a second later.
“Hey, I’m not gonna stop you, go ahead, keep playing.” Dan taunted her, while shutting his eyes and starting to hiss out the strain and delight of forcing entry inside her; even with their combined juices of arousal, she was always such a divinely tight squeeze. “But you might wanna be quick about it... Else YOU might get to the... nnnh, finish line... before your character does.” 
Sam was barely hanging on, her kart wobbling all over the track as a symptom of the lust boiling over inside her. Dan's kart was still motionless, firmly in last place; she could still win their competition if she could just reach the finish line. Except that would require the use of both of her hands, and at that moment Sam knew she'd much rather be using them to grasp Dan's tree trunk thighs and sink herself deep down his cock. 
It took all of her waning willpower, but before long she'd made it to the final straight of the last lap, with the finish line in sight on the tv screen. All she had to do was hold out a little longer, despite how Dan was pushing deeper, wider, harder inside her, forcing Sam to bite her lip and unfocus her vision...
"Ohh fuck it!" Sam whined, before tossing her controller aside and forcing herself down Dan's cock with her hands planted firmly on his legs, just above the knee caps. Or in fact, she tried to, but in that same moment Dan had decided to force himself up, as well. The result gave them both what they wanted, and then some.
"FUCK! SAM!" Dan grunted, his whole cock hilted deep within his girlfriend's divinely tight pussy.
"OHH GAWD~!!!" Sam simultaneously howled, after a moment of having the wind blown out of her lungs under the splitting sensation of Dan claiming her. No matter how many times they did it, she never did get used to the sensation. And she didn't want to. 
Sam slowly, in a blushing, quivering haze, turned to look over her shoulder at Dan, both their hips still connected as closely as could be. His gaze burned right back into her, his breaths slow and steamy. 
"Call... It... A... Draw?" She panted. 
"Let’s... Decide later...” He offered, convinced that they’d be able to compromise better after the fact.
"Ok..." 
"Nnh... Good. Now ride me, slutkitten!" 
"Yes sir!" 

With that, all pretences of competition and teasing were off the table, and Sam was free to slide herself back up the thickness that distended her usually slender belly, before slamming back down with the gruff guidance of her boyfriend's strong hands. With the couple's motions came a symphony of wet, pressure coaxed slaps, slurps and squelches as they made their sexy mess.
"Nyaaah! Nyaaaah! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!" Sam sang out, loud and proud. 
"Fuck yeah! Nngh, God, Sam... Your cunt's so fuckin' tight... What a good little cocksock you are!" Dan shuddered in unison with his girlfriend's song, hips pounding up and cock throbbing every time it bottomed out inside. Neither of them NEEDED to speak so obscenely to enjoy their sex, but they'd found after that first magnificent night that it sure helped the fun to sprinkle in some dirty talk with the dirty actions. 
Without warning after Sam had ground down into his pelvis again, Dan whipped his wide leathery palm onto her right ass cheek. The strong spank gave a firm cracking sound that echoed through the apartment, almost as loudly as Sam cried, 
"NYAAAH~!" 
"Mmh, good slut, that's it..." He sinfully husked while spanking a few more times, each causing a new naughty mewl to escape Sam's quivering lips. "You love that, huh?" 
"Ohgawd! Yes Daddy! I love it! But, nnh..." Sam turned, her hair swishing around with her; an unintendedly stylish act that made Dan just grope her reddening ass cheek tighter in delight. "...don't forget the other cheek, Daddy~" Sam and Dan never settled on one defined set of titles to address each other with in the sack, but both were more than happy to go with 'whatever feels right at the time'. 
"You're such a naughty girl, Sam." Dan whispered, the title of 'Daddy' on this occasion seeming just right to him too. 
"YOUR naughty girl." Sam corrected him with a lick of her lips. 
Dan felt his cheeks heat up. He would have told Sam how much he loved her at that moment, but she'd more than earned that spanking to her neglected left cheek. 
Even more forcefully than before, his left hand raised then descended swiftly on Sam's ass, the left side gradually gaining the same pink hue as the right already held. 
"NNHAAAHH! YES!" Sam moaned, using her own fingers and nails to grind and hump about on the veritable pillar of a cock that was throbbing in what felt like her very core. 

Just as suddenly as the spanking had started, Dan swooped his arms around her whole body. One clutched across her waist and the other groped around almost the entirety of her right breast. 
"I love you so much, Sam." The words were barely intelligible, whispered into the base of her neck as they were. She hadn't a second to absorb them, let alone reply; in the next moment Dan was making out with her neck and giving a fierce love bite. From beneath, Sam felt her stallion rutting in short but harsh thrusts up into her again. 
Sam couldn't hold on. 
"OHHHGAWD! DAN! I'M... I'M... NYAAAAAAAHHH~!!!!" 
Her orgasm exploded within less than a minute of Dan's sudden, romantic, villainously all out assault. Her head thrashed up and her hands scraped up from his knees to his thighs just so that she could better lean back into her man, to feel as much of him as possible while the climax possessed her completely. Sam’s tight passage clenched with every muscle she could tense up around Dan's cock, and for a few moments her pink sex squirted clear female ejaculate that drenched Dan's balls and the couch cushion beneath. 
"Mmnnnn!" Dan muffled, mouth still slobbering around her neck. "Good girl!" He applauded her as soon as he pulled his mouth back.
"You... Evil... Fucker..." Sam panted once she'd recaptured some focus and looked to her side to gaze into his eyes with one hand on his cheek. "I love you too." 
It was Dan's turn to be surprised. Not just by the knowledge that she had indeed heard his previous statement but by the kiss she forced upon his lips in the next instant. Not that it was unwelcome; Dan returned the kiss with a hearty slobbering of his tongue over her own, lips mingling and voices singing loudly down each other's throats. His tongue ferociously slathered around Sam's, and being easily larger than hers, it even coiled around her oral appendage completely once or twice, when he wasn't wriggling it down her throat. His hand groped her breast harder and hips began pounding up into her again, moving with obvious need. 
Sam purred under his relentless sexual assault, but it wasn't long before she'd extracted her lips from his with a gasp and placed one of her hands over his own groping one.
"Ohh no, baby, it's my turn now." She giggled. 
"Uh oh, what am I in for?" Dan chuckled, stopping his hips and feigning worry. 
"You'll see. Now, just..." Sam wriggled, struggling to begin pulling herself up and off of Dan's member without inflicting too much pleasure on the both of them, lest she just decide to keep bouncing away as she had. "Uhh, little help?" She sheepishly asked.
Dan just pecked her lips again, shifted his grip to Sam's hips and held her tight yet carefully while tugging her up his shaft. A few moments of panting and twinges of pleasure (and discomfort born of hypersensitivity) later, Sam was freed, her sopping sex drooling with the cocktail of juices the lovers had mixed together within her. 
"Alright..." Sam sighed absently. She sunk down off of Dan's lap, turned around between his knees, and was suddenly inches away from his slick dick.
"Well hello there..." She wistfully cooed, both her hands grasping the shaft while she slowly pressed her cheek against it. It was so hard, hot, wet (thanks to her, quite an arousing thought in itself) and most of all, huge. Too big, Sam knew, for her to take into her mouth very deeply. But, as she demonstrated by gently bending the shaft down to point it at her face, she had her ways of making her man lose it.

Dan sat back, arms around the top of the couch, hypnotised by everything about his girlfriend in that instant. She really was gorgeous, and her eyes shone with a bright light he hadn't seen in any frisky feline he'd bedded before. And damn if that tongue of hers wasn't talented. 
Sam held Dan's cock steady while her tongue lashed and slithered in long circular motions around the thick tip. She breathed slowly and loudly, each steamy stuttered exhale bathing his sensitive flesh and showing her delight at tasting him. For seconds at a time she would press her lips around as much of him as she could fit, and not only continue her slow licking but moan out a low vibrating purr that she knew he could feel. And she wanted him to feel it. She wanted him to know how much she loved his cock. 
"Oh god, Sam..." Dan shuddered, his head reeling back while he smoothed his palms across his pecs. One of them sunk into her hair, not pushing her to take his member in further, but certainly gripping strongly enough to tell her not to stop the sloppy make-out session. His other hand just kept smearing over his own shallow-furred chest. Sam had known Dan to do so from time to time when he was on the receiving end of their erotic exploits. It was a little unique kink she'd not seen any previous partner do, but she found it pretty hot to witness from a guy with a nicely cut chest like his. 
Sam was having a blast. In watching Dan amongst long kisses, languid licks and fuzzy nuzzles into his cock, she had found no shortage of delight in the view. And though he was the only one she'd have admitted it so proudly to, she really did love sucking on his cock. The thickness, the musk, the taste, the texture of something so lively and male, it made the entire experience utterly thrilling for her. 
Dan knew all too well of Sam's 'oral obsession', and embraced it completely. In fact the knowledge of her taking such pleasure from feasting on his manhood just made the energetic blowjob all the more amazing. 
"Mnnyaaah~" Sam purred, lips wet and mouth slathered in stallion pre as she pulled away, a bridge of mixed thick liquid connecting her lip to her man's dick. She took a moment just to kneel there, hands pumping the meaty treat twitching point blank at her face. 
"Fuck it." She whispered under her breath. One of her hands flopped down from Dan's body and slid between her legs.
"Nnnh, Sam?" Dan mumbled upon feeling the reduction of stimulation against his cock. He glanced back down not with disappointment but curiosity, trusting that Sam had a good reason for removing her hand. His eyes went wide and his body froze when he saw how right he was. 

Sam was obviously fingerfucking her pussy, with long deep loud thrusts of her slender digits into her soaked pink folds. Her hips had started to wiggle, side to side. The one hand still on his dick was beginning to pump faster and faster and faster. Those pretty eyes he loved so much were flitting between his cock and his face. 
"Slutkitten loves you, Daddy..." Sam spoke slowly, exaggerating each syllable with a wide hungry smile. "Pwetty pwease... Cum wherever you want..." 
Dirty talk was one of the couple's strongest shared kinks, but by no means was it the only thing capable of really driving Dan wild. And at that moment Sam was doing every single thing that did.
"Oh fuck!" He cried, staring and suddenly jerking the larger portion of his cock that Sam's comparatively small hand couldn't stimulate. 
"Yes, Daddy!" Dan could hear Sam's fingers squelching deeper and faster within her sex, her tail quivering and swinging in the air just like a playful, eager kitten would. "I want it so bad! Feed me, nyaahmmmnhhh~" Sam was cut off by the gruff fingers around her scalp pushing her lips onto his cockhead. She melted instantly into happy servitude, eyes shutting lightly but still sparkling up at Dan's face. 
"Fuck yes... Gonna feed my slutty kitty... Drink it all like a good girl!" Dan's words came fast and slurred through clenched teeth, in contrast with the clear diction by which Sam had egged him on. Indeed even with her mouth full, lips straining considerably to push her own limits and try to go deeper down him than she'd ever gone, the sounds she mumbled and purred were like a crystal clear song of passion to the stallion's ears. 
Both Sam and Dan were now stroking his shaft with equal ferocity and need, the lovers bonding in so doing by coaxing his climax out mutually. When Dan opened his eyes once more to savour the sight of his girl, the final straw was snapped and the pair of them got what they sought so badly. 

"NHHHAAAH!" 

Dan shut his eyes tight and let his member violently gush a thick, near constant stream of spunk against the back of Sam's mouth while still rapidly stroking the lower half of his cock to maintain the pleasure that held full possession of his body and mind. 
Sam meanwhile struggled, eyes wide, to deal with the flow. She gulped down her stallion's seed as generously as she could, but there was nothing that could have prevented her mouth spewing and spluttering the overflow over her face, down her chin and onto the floor. Such an obscenely thick cumload shot out so violently, such an overwhelming male taste, such strength in the palm on the back of her head keeping her exactly where he wanted her... 
It was such a fucking rush. 
"GUHHKKK..!" Sam's eyes twitched, fingers shoved knuckle deep in her pussy with thumb flicking her budding clit, her other hand fondling Dan's heavy, sensitive balls. As an orgasm of her own quaked through her body Sam tenderly tickled Dan's sack to coax out every drop, seeking to feed his pleasure and her appetite at once. Her nethers clenched and splattered thin splashes of fem cum onto the carpet below, causing what may well have been quite the headache of a stain to clean up. Not that the couple minded their own mess; it was but the latest in a long line of post-coital messes they’d left in their wake. 
Inevitably, after ribbons of jizz spilled from her stuffed lips down her front and more of the furniture, marking her breasts and torso along the way, Sam’s face was next to be claimed. 
“Nnnnh, good... girl!” Dan panted, still gripping and jerking steadily up and down along the medial ring of his dick as he pulled Sam gruffly and abruptly free. Her suddenly open mouth was hosed with another dose of cum before the mixture of juices already caking her tongue had time to fall out of her maw. 
Sam just wheezed and stared, obediently and passionately, up at her ‘Daddy’ while he let the last shots out. It landed in strands trailing from her (normally) soft hair down past her cute features in a slapdash pattern. The only reason that no more of the lounge was stained was Dan’s other hand steadying Sam’s head, the target of his orgasmic obsession. 
Sam just continued thrashing her digits within her cunt, running her fingers all around the sweat-laced heft of his hanging, twitching balls and gladly accepting every drop that she’d earned from her man with wide eyes, lolling tongue, wiggling hips and the occasional luscious mewl. 

Some moments later, Dan collapsed back into the couch, arms flopping to his sides to finally free the kitten. Except Sam didn’t inch back whatsoever. All that she did was to collapse forwards herself, right into that gently softening cock still connected by thick white sticky bridges of seed to her face. Once there, she planted a final soft smooch on the head, slurping the last dregs of seed away in the process. 
With the last of her strength, Sam pulled herself up using Dan’s tree trunk thighs as leverage and shuffled onto his lap where her ruffled, cum-painted, flushed head came to rest just below the horse’s neck. 
“I love you so much, Sam.” Dan slowly repeated, eyes gently shut. He didn’t need to look in her eyes for her to know it was true. 
“I love you too, Dan.” Sam sang back without skipping a beat. “...Really do...” She sleepily added, as if the depth of her emotions were even a pleasant surprise to herself. 
Minutes passed with only the gentle stroking of fingers, the gentlest of kisses and a constant whispered purr filling the air. 
“Hey baby...” Sam began, breaking the silence sweetly. 
“Mmm?” 
“...Now can we order dinner? I’m really fucking hungry.” 
Dan nearly pulled a muscle from laughing so hard, so abruptly. 
“I’ll call for a couple a’ pizzas.”