The Sleepover, Part 4

     I slowly opened my eyes.  There was sun coming in through the high windows (because they were above ground level).  I heard noise out in the living area.  And I smelled cooking.  Eggs and bacon, if my nose didn't deceive me, and, being of canine descent, it rarely did.
     I was about to get up and make a quick trip to the bathroom when the door suddenly opened.  Chrissy stuck her head in the room.  
     “Oh, good, you're awake.  Are you ready for some breakfast?” she asked with a smile, stepping into the bedroom.  She was wearing a cute, frilly apron.
     “Yeah.  Let me go to the bathroom and I'll be right out.”
     “Good deal,” she replied.  “It's 7:30.  Jason had baseball practice at 7, so he'll be gone until about 5 this afternoon.  So it's just us until then.” She turned to go back out.  I realized she was wearing an apron, and nothing else!  And I noticed how great nothing looked on her.
     I found my shorts on the floor, where I'd kicked them last night.  I put them on and and made the necessary trip to the bathroom.  While there, I looked in the mirror.  I looked like I'd been wrestling with someone; my hair was sticking up, and the rest of my fur looked pretty frowzy.  I smoothed it down a little, washed my hands and face (remembering where they'd been overnight), and headed for the living area.
     Chrissy had, indeed, cooked up eggs and bacon for breakfast.  I watched her working at the stove.  As I said, THAT view was magnificent.  How could she look so good, when I looked so bad?  She picked up the plates and turned toward me.  I noticed that the frilly apron's top was narrow enough that I got a peek at each nipple as her breasts swayed with the movement.
     She set the plates at the table, she on one side, I on the other.
     “This OK?”
     “Oh, yes, great.  As I said last night, I'm not a fussy eater.”
     “Then dig in!” she smiled.
     That smile!  How could I resist that?
      The food was great.  I DID notice another smell (canine nose here, remember?) and I assumed it was the famous “smell of sex” I'd read about.  Not unpleasant, but a little musky.
      We ate more or less in silence.  Every time she bent over or moved, I got nipple peeks.  I didn't feel the need to talk while we were eating.
     However, when Chrissy put down her silverware, I spoke up.
     “So, would you like to explain what happened last night?  I'm not complaining, mind you, but I feel like I'm a little in the dark about what happened, and why.”
     “OK, I did promise you an explanation.  I'll give you that, and if you have a problem with it, I'll do what I need to to make it right with you, or take you home, or whatever.  That sound fair?”
     “Oh, yes.  As I said, I'm just kind of puzzled.”
     “Well, here's the deal.  We've been doing this for a while, but every guy has to swear, at this point, not to tell anyone else about it.  Are you OK with that?  Can I trust you with what is going to be a secret that you'll just be dying to tell others about?”  She looked earnestly into my brown eyes with her beautiful green ones.
     “I don't kiss and tell.  I guess that's the expression.  I haven't done a lot of kissing before, so it hasn't been too much of a temptation up to this point.  But yes, I promise not to tell anyone.  What's up?”
     “Well, I like sex.  And I like guys.  So every so often, I have Jason pick out a guy he knows and trusts and invite him over for the weekend.  If I find him attractive and attentive, through interactions and a little teasing, then I sneak in his room, check him out, and play with him.  Had you failed any one of those steps, you would have gone with Jason to baseball practice this morning and everything would be exactly as you expected.”  She was nervously playing with the end of her blond pony tail.
     “You passed all the tests.  You're a nice guy.  You're intelligent.  You're polite.  You're not agressive.  Oh, and one other requirement.  You have to be a virgin.  That's to protect me, and any future guys.  And you have to be of canine or pure human genetics.  One thing I do not want is a kitten.”
     “My goal is to help guys be better lovers, kinder to women, considerate of their needs, and so on.  Like I said, I learned very quickly when I started dating what guys who aren't that way are like.  And they make the women around them miserable.  I want you, and your future women, to be happy, healthy, and  well-sexed.”
     This was quite a speech.  I had never thought of Chrissy as the type to take on a “project” like this.  
     “So when did you find out all about sex?”  I figured that was a good question.
     “Well, don't be shocked.  I learned about sexual pleasure from my sister Sassy, and she learned from a nanny we had.  And my first male partner was Jason.  He was 11 and could barely manage an erection, and I was 13, barely able to experience an orgasm.  We even made a video of it; it's around here somewhere, if you want to see it.  It's nothing fantastic; just two naked kids and a lot of fumbling around.  That happened only a couple of times, until we both realized how stupid and dangerous it was.  Now, if you want to know what Jason gets out of this, brace yourself.  He knows exactly what's going on.  And he knows that because we have a security system here that we've set up to record it all.  He gets the videos.  They never leave this house.  And he doesn't bring any girls or strangers in.  He cooperates with me, he gets the videos, and what he does with them...well, I can imagine.  The agreement is that we deal with only one person at a time, and we make sure they never tell anyone else about it.”
     “I don't have a problem promising that I won't tell anyone.  Who would I tell?  Who would believe me?  This is such a fantastic experience, so far.  It's not over, is it?”
     “Oh, no.  You're still a virgin, aren't you?  I told you I'd fix that.”
     She rose from the table.  My eyes followed her every movement.
     “Let's put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, clean up the kitchen...and then we'll clean up ourselves, OK?”  She winked at me.  I don't think a girl had ever done that, before.  Such a little thing.
     “Sure thing.”
     It only took a few minutes to load the dishwasher, clean the table, stove, and sink, and quickly sweep the floor.  I don't know how much help I was.  I kept watching the study in motion that was Chrissy.
     When I put away the broom, Chrissy took off her apron and hung it in the pantry.  Then, naked as she had been the night before, she took my hand and led me into the bathroom between our bedrooms.  She turned around, jerked my shorts down, and giggled.  At least she hadn't done it on the playground or in the school hall!  And I guess it was pretty funny.  Of course, Hermy was showing that he was very interested in what was going on.  He was pointing straight up.
     Without my shorts on, I realized I had a pretty funky odor, too.
     “Did you notice the huge shower we have in here?”
     “I guess I saw it.  I didn't think about it, particularly.”
     “Well, I'm not sure what my folks were thinking when they finished out the basement, but this is one fun feature.  Multiple shower heads, plenty of hot water, an air dryer.  Lots of fun.  Let's get wet!”
     With that, she opened the door and stepped in the shower.  She went to a control panel and pressed a number of buttons and turned several knobs.  The result was nice, hottish water from three different shower heads.  She got under one and pushed me to the next one.  She showed me where the soap and shampoo dispensers were.  I started to lather up, but then she backed up to me.
     “Wash me, please,” she said over her shoulder. 
     “Uh...all of you?”
     “Yeah.  That way, I'll be as clean as you want me to be.  Later, I'll be as dirty as I want to be.  OK?”
     “OK, but I don't have any experience at washing another person.  Let me know if I'm not doing it right!”
     She aimed the shower she had been under at her front, and got under my shower head with me, facing away from me.  I dispensed some soap into my hands and started rubbing it around on her back.  She turned this way and that to help me reach all over.
     “You sure you want me to wash everything?”  
     “Yeah.  I told you girls like to know you appreciate and like all of them, even if some parts are more attractive than others.  So I want you to wash it all.”
     I had never touched anyone else's armpits, but I did it now. 
     I started at Chrissy's neck.  I made sure she was good and wet, because I noticed the directionality of her fur was less of a factor when it was soaked.  I worked down her back, being sure to get the sides, too.  I ran my soapy hands down her hips.  Man, that was a pleasing shape!  The I went back to the middle of her back, and carefully moved down to her butt crack.  
     “You want me to wash it all?” I asked again.  
     “Wash, yes.  That part gets dirty and needs to be washed, too.”
     So I rubbed the soap down her crack.  I had NEVER touched another person there, and it was both weird and pleasurable at the same time.  I applied plenty of soap and washed her butt cheeks, then moved back to the middle and went right on down the crack.  I felt her anus, and I washed it, but I tried not to concentrate on it excessively.  I found, with my soapy right hand, that it wasn't very far from there to her vagina and vulva.  She leaned over forward, reaching out her hands to the wall, to allow me to get at it all better.  I soaped it all up well, then did my best to wash up all the lips, openings, bumps, etc.  Not surprisingly, my penis was longing for a thorough, warm, soapy washing, too!
     Chrissy turned around and gave me one of her heart-warming smiles.  Something else was getting warm, too!  She raised her arms over her head and stepped toward me.  
     “More to wash,” she said, and gave me a quick kiss.
     So, more soap.  I started at her shoulders again, and worked my way down again.  Armpits.  Check.
     Oops.  Breasts.  Yeah, I washed them.  Probably more than they needed to be washed, but, oh, well.  And I played with them some.  She didn't seem to mind.  First, I turned her into the Tijuana Brass “Whipped Cream” album cover.  (My dad has the album in his collection, and I had ...  um ... “admired” it often, usually by myself.)  Then two snow-topped mountains.  Then a double-dip vanilla ice cream sundae, with pink mariscino cherries showing through.
     Finally, I continued on down.  Abdomen.  Check.  Ticklish belly button.  Check.  Then, I washed the important parts, again.  Yeah, I figured that was a good idea.  And she didn't seem to mind.
     “Now it's my turn,” she said.  Again, that smile.
     She turned me around and did my back, starting at my shoulders.  Guess what, my armpits are ticklish!  She discovered that.  Down my back and sides.  My butt cheeks.  Then the moment of truth.  My butt crack and butt.  But she did it, with nary a problem.  
     Suddenly, she pulled me close to her, my back to her front.  She washed down the front, much as I had her, but with far fewer detours.  She finally got to my “important parts.”  She applied soap liberally.  Then she did some exploring of her own.  She hefted my testes.  She gently felt around each one of “the boys.”  She carefully washed all around them.  
     Eventually, she got to washing the shaft, which was standing at full attention by that time.  Imagine, if you will, what it would be like getting this kind of attention when you'd never even seriously kissed a girl before yesterday!  Unfortunately, it took only a few soapy strokes before the system fired again.  The white, ropey substance was quickly washed away, but it took a little longer for my legs to stop trembling.
     “Woops.  Sorry about that, Johnny.”  Chrissy again winked at me, and giggled.
     We each finished up our own washing, including our hair.
    “All done?” asked Chrissy, and turned off the water with one button.  With another, she started a dryer blowing warm air over us.  The air stream got stronger and stronger, until we were completely dry.  I had heard about such a luxury, but I'd never seen one before.  We stepped out of the shower with no need for towels.  Clean, fluffy, and ready for more fun!
     “I promised to make a man of you, didn't I, Johnny?” Chrissy flashed me a flirtatious smile.
     “You said you would cure my virginity, if that's what you mean.  I guess you haven't exactly done that yet.”  I was hoping I hadn't already blown my chance at it.
     “OK.  So, since we're all clean, we washed away all the slippery stuff.  We have to replace it before we can get you fully initiated into adulthood.  Ready?”
     “Oh, yes.  Just tell me what to do.  You haven't disappointed me yet!  I never realized there was so much a couple could do without actual sex.”
     “Couples, even ones who have been together a long time, need to use something called 'foreplay.'  It's like what we did last night, but it usually doesn't take as long.  Let's get in here and get started, because 'play' means 'fun!'”
     She took me by the paw and led me to her bed.  I expected frilly, but it was anything but.  It might have been as utilitarian as my own bed at home.  She threw back the covers, sat down on the edge, and patted the bed beside her.  I took the indicated place.
     “First, some serious kissing and groping.  Well, not groping, exactly, but stimulation all over the body.  And you're very good at kissing, Johnny.  Show me what you've learned!”
     I reached around her and pulled her gently closer to me.  I started kissing her neck, below her chin.  I let my hands wander over her soft, clean fur.  I slowly worked the kisses up to her muzzle, then her lips.  I brought my right hand to her breast, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth.  She let out a little sigh, and responded with her own tongue.
     She, in turn, put her arms around me and also ran her gentle fingers up and down my  chest and back, from my neck all the way down to my butt cheeks in the back and my belly button in the front.  Assuming she was doing what she enjoyed having done to her, I did the same, with frequent stops at a breast or two.  
     After a few minutes of this, I sneaked my finger down into that wonderful slit and ran it up and down once.  Still mostly dry.  I returned to my other areas of interest.
     On the second try, a few minutes later, I found the velvet slipperyness was beginning to return.  
     Chrissy pulled away from a kiss and looked in my eyes.
     “Johnny, I'm going to ask you to do something.  You don't have to if you don't want to, but I hope you will, because I really like it.”  She waited for a reply.
     “I assume if you like it, other girls will, so I'm willing to try most anything.”  What horrible experience awaited me?
     “Good thinking.  I'm sure you'll find you're right, too.  I want you to get down on your knees on the floor, facing me.”
     I did it.  I noticed I had a great, eye-level view of “Little Pussy.”  I liked it, already.
     “OK, come closer.”  She reached down and spread her slit open, to the now-familiar view.
     Then, without warning, she grabbed my ears and pulled my muzzle right up to Little Pussy!  The familiar smell was exhilerating!
     “Now, please start licking it!”  She sounded a little breathless.
     I slowly extended my tongue.  As soon as I touched the slit, she released my ears and returned her fingers to it.  She spread it open, so that I could easily get my tongue in between the lips.  She gave a little jump when I got my muzzle all the way against it.  Cold nose, remember?
     I gave it a little lap, and the shudder I felt in the muscles around the area told me she liked the feeling.  
     I backed out a little, and looked up at her.  And I licked my chops.  She giggled, and grabbed my ears again.
     “Tell me if I'm not doing it right, or anything,” I mumbled to her.  I hoped she understood, because my tongue seemed to be busy.
     I explored the whole area with my tongue, being sure to give lots of attention to the nubbin at the top.  The taste was...interesting, but not disagreeable.  In a very few minutes, Chrissy stared rocking her pelvis forward and back.  She had a firm hold on my ears, and, judging by her grip, she was getting closer and closer to a climax.
     Suddenly, her grip tighted on my ears and she pulled me even tighter to herself.  I extended my tongue into her vagina, and I felt the rhythmic contractions I had felt with my fingers last night.  Then, she suddenly let go of my ears and scooted back across the bed.  She grabbed my arms and pulled me up onto the bed, too.
     She spread her legs, giving me a fantastic view of Little Pussy.  She pulled me on top of her, grabbing my now firmly erect and dribbling Hermy.  She lifted her knees, and pulled Hermy into contact with her vagina.  
     I couldn't help it.  I thrust into her, hard.  Well, I thought it was hard.  She didn't seem to notice anything unusual.  I thrust into her again and again and again.  She wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me to her chest as hard as she could.  There was some moaning going on; I'm not sure which of us, that was.  My orgasm was swift and strong, leaving me breathless, too.  Finally, we subsided into silence and exhaustion, again.
     I felt some tickly sensations around Hermy.  I realized he was going back to his normal, non-erect size and withdrawing from Little Pussy.  I rolled off Chrissy, not wanting to make her too uncomfortable from my weight.  She looked over at me, and kissed me gently on the nose.
     “So, do you feel like a man, now?”  She grinned.
     “I'm not sure what a man feels like, but that was really great.”
     “Well, if you're ever with a girl for her first time, that's a good way to get her ready.  Still, go slow; that first thrust can be truly painful for her.”
     “Yeah, I've heard that.  In fact, I heard someone say the two most disappointing moments in life are a girl's first experience with sex, and a boy's first taste of beer.”  
     “Probably true.  Have you tasted beer?”  
     I wondered if this counted as “pillow talk.”
     “Yeah, my dad let me taste his beer, one time.”
     “And?”
     “Well, when I tasted it, I remembered reading an article one time about some beer experts choosing the best and worst beers in America.  They said Corona was the worst widely-available beers in the country.  In fact, one of them said, after the panel taste tested it, that he was pretty sure that before the horse died, it had diabetes.”
     “Ewwww.  Where would you read an article like that?”
     “Um, I don't remember.  Maybe Playboy?  Sounds like something they'd do.”
     “So you read Playboy for the articles?”
     “Only after I look at all the girls.  And read the cartoons and jokes.”
     “Oh, good.  My faith in you is restored.  Ready to go again?”
     “You're willing to?”  I thought she might have considered her “job” finished.
     “Oh, definitely.  That was the 'missionary position.'  I think you'll find the missionaries were missing out on a lot of enjoyment.”  Man, that smile made my heart (and other parts) warm up!
     I lifted myself up on my elbow, leaned over, and kissed her.  Then I kissed her nipples, one after the other.  Then I started working my way down to her bellybutton, which I also kissed.
     “Want to see the results of your handiwork?” she asked.
     “What do you mean?”  I was puzzled.  I hoped she didn't mean I had hurt her.
     “Just this.”  She lifted her knees and spread them apart.  “Take a look.”
     I sat up and looked at Little Pussy.  A slow stream of white, thick liquid was dribbling out.  
     “Your first 'cream pie.'”
     “Oh, sorry about that.”
     “Don't be,” she smiled.  I expected it.  “In fact, I wanted it.”
     “Now, the good news is, the sooner we go again, the more pleasure I'll get out of it, and the longer it will last for you.  Ready?”
     I looked down at Hermy, happily signaling his readiness.
     “Yup.  What next?”
     “You've heard of doggy style, right?”  She winked again.  That wink!
     “Yeah.  Is that a dig at me?”  I was pretty sure it wasn't.
     “Nope.  And, amazingly enough, it's a lot like kitty style!”  She rolled over and got on her hands and knees, facing away from me.  The view was much better than it had been in my nightmare, and this was REAL!!!
     I got up on my knees and moved closer to her.  She sagged her back down, so her nether regions were better displayed.  Then she spread her knees, so I could get closer.  I came up behind her and slid Hermy right in.  She was still slick.  Slick, and warm, and inviting.   She looked back at me over her shoulder and said, “Go for it!”  She was right.  This was an entirely different feeling from the previous position.
     I grabbed her her hips and and pulled her closer.  The combination of my thrusting and pulling made for a pretty vigorous stroke.  She was right, too.  I didn't feel the urgent intensity I had earlier, and had time to enjoy the view of me entering her, and then sliding partway back out.  
     This went on for a number of minutes.  (Yeah, I know some people claim sex goes on for hours.  Not true.  Believe me on this one.)  One interesting thing I discovered was the way, when she was in that position, that her breasts swung.  I couldn't resist grabbing them every so often.  She didn't seem to mind at all.
     Eventually, I started to feel a “different” sensation around the base of my penis.  It wasn't anything I had ever felt before.   It felt like it was growing larger.  Chrissy seemed to be noticing it, too.  She had started to give a little gasp at the end of each thrust.  She seemed to be really enjoying it.  In fact, she enjoyed it so much, she suddenly growled and...well, I would almost say yowled, and went into the paroxysms and spasms of another orgasm.  That, of course, set me off again.  She slowly stretched back out on her stomach, with Little Pussy and Hermy giving each other slowly diminishing thrusts and contractions.
     After a few moments of catching her breath, Chrissy wiggled free of me and turned me on my back.
     “I thought so!” she exclaimed.
     “What?  What?” I asked.
     “You're one of the fairly rare canine hybrids that still has a rudimentary knot!”
     “Really?  I've never seen that before, except in old furry porn.  What's the deal?”  I was turly shocked.
     “Well, it has a real purpose in the orignal canines.  It helps ensure pregnancy.  But it doesn't have a use in canine/human hybrids, except...um...it seems to  increase pleasure for the females.  But it works like that for canine hybrid girls, feline hybrid girls (like me), and pure human girls.  It's one of those popular developments.  It doesn't get as large as it does on real dogs.  It just stimulates the girls a little more.  And it doesn't appear until you're well involved in actual sex, which is why you didn't know about it.  I've only seen pictures before, but I noticed there, when you'd been going a while in that position, it suddenly felt a lot different.  Better.”  She looked down at Hermy, who was now shrinking, again.
     And, in fact, I saw two small swellings, less than acorn-sized, shrinking on the sides of my penis, close to the base.
     As I was looking at it, Chrissy leaned over and took Hermy in her mouth.  Her active tongue applied some really interesting  tickles, and he began to grow again.  But the swellings continued to shrink.  Not too surpring I had never seen them before.  Clearly, it took a fair length of time to expand them.
     “I want to try another position,” said Chrissy.  
     “Show me what you want,” was all I could say.
     She stretched out on the bed on her left side.  Her left leg was in a line with her body, but she pulled her right knee up, almost to her breasts.
     “Now, I want you to get on your knees, straddling my left leg.”
     I did that.  She directed me to keep scooting up closer to her, until Hermy was almost touching her.
     “Keep moving up,” she said.  
     I scooted still closer.  She directed Hermy between her legs, and finally into Little Pussy.  And still she pulled me closer, until my left knee was behind her back, my right knee was under her right leg, and my pubic area was against her lower butt.  
     “I think this will work.  I've read about it before.  Some people call it the 'Pretzel Dip.'  I want Hermy as deep in me as you can get him, and I want you to thrust as deep as you can.”
     The position did seem to give me a very deep penetration.  A side benefit was that as I was thrusting, I got to see her breasts moving in a fascinating rhythm to our activity.  I reached down and fondled them, every little while.
     It did seem like I was lasting longer than previous times.  I'm sure that going again right after the previous time helped that.  However, I really liked the feeling of my balls brushing against the soft fur on her inner thigh.  I began to understand how different positions could assist the enjoyment for each partner.
     Thrust, thrust, thrust.  I kept going as hard as I could, and Chrissy kept encouraging me.  She kept her right hand on my chest, and stroked it regularly.
     Thrust, thrust, thrust.  I began to feel the odd feeling that I now knew was my “knot” (actually swellings on each side of my shaft, near the base) growing in size.  As it swelled, Chrissy began showing signs of increased stimulation.  First she began to rock with my thrusts.  Then she started moaning.  I wanted to be sure I wasn't hurting her, but she didn't seem to be in any pain.  But I did watch carefully.  
     At least, I watched carefully, until the moans became almost a growl, then closer to a howl, and finally she broke into “chuffs” and ... well, if she were canine in descent, I'd say barks.  She rocked back and forth, then said repeatedly, “Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.”  And then, to my amazement, she broke out in tears.
     And, at that point, I again felt the rythmic, stong throbs and squeezes on Hermy, and I knew that she was experiencing a powerful orgasm.  That brought me to a peak, too.  
     I DID howl!
     She descended into sobs, and gasps, and then peals of laughter.  I collapsed off her, and next to her.  I hadn't realized I was breathing as heavily as I was, and it took a few minutes to calm down.
     I cuddled up behind her again, took my familiar grip on one breast, and in a minute or two, I heard her start softly snoring.  And I'm willing to bet I followed her only a few seconds later.