She and her occasional lover, a coyote named Conrad, had saved up for over a year to afford a week-long vacation on the Greek isle. They had toured the small island, seen the ancient ruins, visited the tree that Hippocrates the father of modern medicine had taught under and relaxed on the beaches and in the parks. They had also done a lot of fucking, but tonight was their last night on the island paradise; tomorrow they had to fly back home to Poland.
It wasn’t the amount of sex that had left her wanting - God knows Conrad could get it up at the slightest suggestion - but rather the nature of it. Conrad knew her body and how to please it, but he was altogether too gentle.
Conrad liked to kiss and caress. He liked to run his paws along the curves of her body, and he knew where all her sensitive spots were. He was always the first to get his muzzle between her legs to warm her up for the main event.
He knew that she liked cock, and he gave it to her, but he moved inside her with slow smooth stokes that excited her flesh without taking her over the edge. Inevitably he came first, filling her with sponge as he growlled between clenched teeth with eyes screwed shut. But he never left it there. After rolling off her he deployed his talented paws, probing and rubbing and teasing her to a screaming, squirting orgasm each time.
He was a romantic at heart and his lovemaking showed a tenderness that was remarkable, but sometimes what she really wanted was a good, hard fuck.
She swished the remains of the ice in her glass and she gazed out at the azure blue Aegean Sea as she reminisced about the nights spent in the clubs and back alleys of Warsaw, dressing like a slut, grinding against any creature with a large enough bulge in their jeans, slipping them some tongue and then watching the look on their faces when she told them they could do whatever they wanted ... provided they pay for it.
Some refused to pay and tried to take her anyway. She and the bouncers, who she had all banged at one time or another, could handle them. But the ones that handed over the cold hard cash got everything they could take, and the rougher the better. Two at a time, three, four ... the possibilities were only limited by how close the participants were comfortable with getting. One from behind, one below, another at face level, a couple in each paw ... if her ears were deeper she would take two more.
And the variety of cocks! Thick ones, blunt ones, stubby ones that had to fight to get in, long curved ones that reminder her of Calvary sabres, but they were all stiff and hard and driven with force and passion.
Geno realized that she had been wringing her glass so tight that the ice had melted.
She released her grip on the thick glass and stretched in that uniquely feline way that made male temperatures rise. With nothing but a string bikini on there was a lot to stretch. She wished that Conrad would hurry up with the drinks he had gone to fetch.
Looking around she noticed that she had attracted the attention of a couple of fellow tourists, a crocodile and a rottweiler. She thought that she had seen them somewhere before and wracked her brain to remember if she and Conrad had run into them somewhere on the island, but she came up blank. Still, they seemed to know her, so she gave them a smile and a wink just to be on the safe side.
The smile seemed to encourage them, and they got up from their table and headed toward her table. As they drew closer she recognized them as a couple of her regular clients from the clubs of Warsaw. She remembered how she had let them bang her for hours in a gas station washroom. It had been a great time for all involved. For them because of the warm, compliant holes she offered, and for her because of the hot, stiff rods they had stuck in them ... and for how often and how rough they had done the sticking.
As they advanced the look on their faces told her that they were ready for an encore.
Oh-oh, she thought as she looked around for Conrad. This could get awkward quickly.
When they arrived at her table they addressed her in Polish.
“Hey, Geno, remember us?”
“Oh, hey guys. Sure you’re ...”
“Antoni and Jakob.”
“Yeah, right.” She glanced down at the conspicuous budges in their Speedos. “Now I remember.”
The rottie sat down in the seat Conrad had vacated to get the drinks. “Hey, it’s great running into you. We just arrived today, and we rented a boat for the week. We were going to hire some local talent to join us but then we saw you and thought, hey, you were so hot and had no trouble taking us both and all, so why not hire you again? You up for a cruise on the twin torpedoes?” he said suggestively as he rubbed the bulge in his swimsuit.
Geno’s green eyes lit up at the prospect of a really good fucking. If she could just sneak off with them before Conrad came back ...
“Hey Geno, who are your friends?”
Damn. Too late.
Geno looked around to see Conrad’s smiling face. He looked a little nervous behind his glasses as he juggled the cold drinks and searched for a empty space to set them down.
“Oh, hi Conrad. These are ... students ... fellow students, I mean, from the year of university I took.”
She had been kicked out of school skipping classes, missing exams and being caught fucking the varsity football team under the scoreboard. At least they had not confiscated the four hundred Zlotys she had charged them.
Antoni and Jakob looked confused for a moment, but then their faces lit up with understanding.
“Oh, yeah.” The croc said. “We would have all graduated together in, uh, the same year ... if Geno had not have ... dropped out?”
“Dropped out? I thought ...”
Geno forced Conrad down into a chair and grabbed the drink he had brought for her. “Antoni is just being kind. He and Jakob know that I was expelled ... don’t you, guys?”
“Sure, right,” the rottie rushed to add, “but it was totally unfair.”
“You guys must have been close.”
“Oh, yeah, we’ve been as close as you can get.”
“What she like in school?”
The two beasts looked at each other, wondering if anyone could really be that naive. The friendly, blank look on Conrad’s face convinced them that the coyote could be a rare example. The croc jerked his head toward Conrad and rubbed his fingers together to say that the young coyote was obviously just a walking ATM for the feline hooker. Then he winked to indicate that they could have some fun at his expense.
The rottie caught on right away. “Well, she was studious you know? Always had her head down ... in a book.”
“Oh yeah. But when I tried to teach her the flute she really sucked.”
“She did?”
“Yeah, I had to make her practice in the bathroom stall to keep from bothering other students.”
“Did she ever get any better?”
“I’ll let you know tomorrow”
“Sorry?”
“No, not at all.”
Conrad looked confused. The two intruders had to stifle their laughter. Geno felt that she had better intervene.
She drained her drink in one gulp, almost swallowing the paper umbrella stuck through the cherry in the drink. “Hey, guys, you said that you had rented a yacht for the week. I’d sure like to see it.”
“It’s more of a fishing boat, really.” The rottie clamped his mouth shut as Geno kicked him in the shin under the table.
“Sure.” The croc said, taking his cue from the rottie’s look of pain. “We’re moored at the harbour.”
Papa’s Bar was only 500 metres from the old harbour, where the wealthy kept their yachts and the well-to-do could rent a boat for the day or the week. They strolled toward it with Geno between and arm-in-arm with the two large creatures while Conrad trailed behind, still sipping his drink.
The sun, the alcohol and the heat coming off the two large, muscled creatures on each side of her had an effect on Geno. Her idle fantasies about being thoroughly dicked changed to active lust. In the space of a few hundred metres she went from relaxed vacation mode to full on slut, and in the process almost completely forgot about her coyote friend.
Her hips began to swing, occasionally bumping against the rock-hard thighs of Antoni and Jakob. Her paws went around their waists and she rubbed their smooth flanks, even toyed with the waistbands of their tight Speedos.
“I hope you guys got a big boat.” She said.
“Oh, its big.” Antoni assured her.
“Not too fast though, I hope. I want the ride to last a looong time.”
“She’s not too fast, but I can guarantee several knots.” The rottie smirked as he guided her paw to the increasingly larger bulge in his swimsuit. “Say,” he said, turning to Conrad, “maybe your friend would like to check out the beach? Our boat is only big enough for three, after all.”
“Gee, that’s unusual.” Conrad replied. “Most of the watercraft they rent here are rated for four or six or eight ... I’ve never heard of one that could only take an odd number.”
“Yeah, odd, isn’t it?”
They could see the ruins of the medieval Neratzia Castle on the other side of the harbour as they approached the boat rental area.
“Well, this is it.” Jakob said as they stopped beside a ten-metre, twin-inboard engine, converted fishing boat with a canopy to protect the occupants from the sun. Antoni jumped aboard to start up the engines, grinding at Geno as they roared to life.
“Hula!” Geno cried. She tugged on the knots at her back and hip and in an instant she was naked.
She stuffed the bikini into her beach bag and passed it to her puzzled coyote friend. “Naked fur feels so much better under the sun and salt spray out at sea.” She explained as she jumped into the boat.
“Oh, yeah, right.” Conrad said as he drank in her familiar curves. “Well, we’ll certainly have a great view on the trip.” He added as he stepped up on the gunwale.
He found his way on-board blocked by the rottie.
“Sorry, pal. It’s a small boat. The limit is three passengers.”
“But the safety plaque there says ....”
The rottie held up three blunt digits and curled them into a fist in front of its exposed fangs. “Three. Count ’em.”
Conrad evaluated his chances against the canine that was roughly twice his side and then stepped back onto the dock. The rottie smiled as he undid the lines holding the boat and called to the croc to gun it. Conrad watched in dismay as the rottie dropped his suit to the deck as the boat pulled away. Before they were even clear of the dock Geno had dropped to her knees and taken the canine’s cock eagerly in her mouth.
The coyote watched until the boat was clear of the narrow harbour mouth before he shrugged and turned away.
*****
Part 2 - TBA.
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\n\t\t\t\t\tDikran_O on FA or SoFurry.Conrad "Coyotek" Jotkowski, Geno E. Vefa and art © me ;3