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Fur

By: StangStar06



Hi. this week I wanted to go a little off the beaten track and have a little bit of fun. As usual, thanks to Mikothebaby for her usual editing skill no matter which version of the story you're reading. This is the short, happy, formula version. Those of you with limited imaginations might want to skip to a different story. 

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My name is Jack Silver. When all of this started, I was twenty four years old. I was on the cusp of my twenty-fifth birthday. I lived with my girlfriend Andrea, whom everyone called Drea. I'm nothing to look at. I'm five ten, I weigh a hundred and seventy five pounds and I have brown hair and eyes. At least back then I had brown hair. There's already some gray mixed in now and I'm not even thirty.

Drea, on the other hand, was a walking wet dream. She was five foot two and I guess the best word to describe her would be jiggly. She barely weighed over a hundred pounds and most of that was ass and chest. Her eyes were the clearest blue you'd ever see and her lips were the reddest red. If you think blond cheerleader, Drea is what pops into your mind.

I was working midnights as an assistant foreman in an auto parts warehouse to pass the time. I say pass the time because after my twenty fifth birthday, I was due to inherit somewhere between four and five million dollars. My grandfather had left me the money, but he wanted to be sure that my life was right if I was to inherit it. His will was very specific. I had to have graduated from college with a degree; check. I needed to have been gainfully employed for at least two years; check. And I had to be unmarried; check. I'd been with Drea for three years. We met during my last year in college. She was working as a waitress in one of the bars I frequented with my buddies back then. After college, the two of us had begun seriously dating and if it weren't for the money, we'd probably already be married.

I loved Drea and I was sure she loved me. A lot of the other women I'd dated looked at my situation as something of a challenge. I guess they figured that if I really loved them, I'd forgo the money and get married anyway. I suppose they thought that would prove something. Maybe it was supposed to mean that they were more important to me than the money or something like that.

I guess I can understand that. Money can't buy happiness after all. But realistically it makes being unhappy a hell of a lot more fun.

I've always been the conservative type. I've always been the type of guy who does the best he can at everything he does. When I do something well or finish a difficult job, it gives me a sense of accomplishment. Drea, on the other hand, just took life as it went. She'd been a wild child before we got together. I'd heard stories of her leaving the bar with a different guy every night and sometimes more than one. Her entire family is best described as semi quasi legal. I think that a lot of that is over blown. She grew up poor and in a bad neighborhood, so sometimes they had to scuffle to put food on the table and keep the wolf away from the door.

When you grow up on the wrong side of the tracks, you have to make questionable decisions sometimes just to survive. Drea grew up on the God damned tracks so she got it from both sides. If she wasn't as pretty as she is she'd probably have ended up dead. She was one tough cookie. So I didn't really pay very much attention to the way she was before we got together. Let's face it, I hadn't been a virgin either, so why should I expect innocence or purity from her. The way I figured it, all of things that she did to me that I just loved, she had to have leaned somewhere. I got the benefit of all of that experience.

Drea was just completely off the wall. She would sometimes meet me at the doorway when I got home from work. She'd be completely naked, down on all fours with a rolled up newspaper in her mouth, like those cartoon dogs on TV. She'd get up on her haunches in that begging motion and start barking.

"What do you want Drea?" I'd ask. "Speak girl," I'd say. She'd bark like a dog and then turn around exposing her heart shaped ass with that pink pussy just staring at me. She'd go over to the thick rug that we had in front of the fireplace and lie down on her stomach sticking her ass up in the air.

No matter how tired I was, no matter how hellish my day at work had been, she never failed to get me up. Sex with Drea was an endurance event. After living with her for six months, I realized that we'd never turned the TV on. All we ever did was sleep, eat or fuck.

Now I know a lot of you guys out there are thinking that I was a dumb ass. Leopards don't change their spots do they? Well, two things in my defense. Drea had a sister who is just as pretty as she is. Her sister, Molly, has been married since she was twenty and has two great kids and a husband who loves her. Molly was just as wild as Drea before settling down.

I thought that, well, I hoped that Drea would be the same. But at the same time, I'm really not a dummy. I had friends go by the bar every so often to check on her. I even had a few guys that I was sure she didn't know take a run at her occasionally and she never bit. She told each and every God damned one of them that she had a boyfriend.

So how did this happy romantic tale hit the rocks? The same way it always does. We had an accident at the warehouse. One of the hi-lo drivers went after a crate on the highest shelf. He thought he had it and ended up dropping an entire crate of F-150 steering knuckles. Now that alone wasn't a problem. We later found out that none of the parts had been damaged in the fall. The problem was where the box fell. It fell right on top of the electrical box that housed the circuit breakers for the entire warehouse. It took our electricians almost two days to repair everything so we got off very early that night and had the next day off.

So instead of me working from midnight to eight a.m. and getting home at eight thirty or so. I got to our building at about one a.m.

The curb in front of our building had about eight or nine motorcycles parked in front of it. There was loud music playing and I wondered how the neighbors could stand it. I was even more shocked that it was coming from my floor. I was sure that when Drea got off from work at the bar that she'd raise hell if that music was still playing, especially if it was near our apartment.

As I rounded the corner I noticed that the music was not only near our apartment it was coming from our apartment. As I pushed my way into the apartment all I heard was laughing. There were at least five or six guys standing in my living room watching something going on in the other room. They were rough looking guys but I was too pissed to care. They were screaming and laughing and one guy handed me a beer.

"Hey bud, drink this," he said. "But you're going to have to wait your turn. Don't worry this bitch can go all night. And her poor, pitiful boyfriend won't be home until morning. By the time he drags his ass in here, she'll be all cleaned up and ready for him. What a slut, she even fucked her own brother earlier tonight."

As I got closer to the bedroom, all I heard was grunting from a male voice and a hoarse female voice yelling, "Fuck me, baby." I pushed my way into the room and saw her there on our bed. The very same bed that we'd searched through at least ten furniture stores to find because she had to have the perfect combination of both of our tastes.

Her legs were spread and she was thrusting her hips rapidly against some guy whose face I couldn't see because of the angle they were at. Her hands were clawing at his back as if she couldn't get enough of him. "Ooh baby, you're the best. You hit it like no one else," she crooned. "Fuck it harder."

I turned away from the bed and went straight for my dresser. I grabbed a bunch of my clothes and opened the closet and grabbed my laptop.

A guy grabbed my arm and tried to stop me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he screamed. "We're not letting you rob this bitch or take her stuff."

"Get your greasy assed biker hands off of me or I'll call the police so fast your..." I began. Even as I spoke he pushed me. I staggered back from the push. The guy was bigger than me and outweighed me by about fifty pounds. 

I landed on my back against the wall and the guys in the room started yelling. The guy who was fucking Drea looked over and saw me. I recognized him too. It actually was Drea's brother. His name Augustine, they called him Gus. He went white as a sheet when he recognized me.

I'd landed near someone's clothes. As the guy who'd pushed me leapt for me, I picked up a bike helmet and swung it as hard as I could at his head. I was sure I felt something crunch when it made contact and he landed next to me, almost on top of me. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. I was still holding onto the helmet. I re-secured my laptop and my bundle of clothes as I got to my feet.

"Oh shit," screamed Gus. "Drea..."

Drea turned to me and our eyes met. "Jack," she screamed. "Noooo...Jack." I got to my feet and left the apartment. When I got to the hall and started down it. I heard someone say, "Go bring him back here. She needs to talk to him." I took off down the stairs as quickly as I could. When I got outside, I did something I'd always wanted to do. I knocked over the first bike in the line. It wasn't nearly as easy as I thought it would be. I had to raise the kickstand and let it fall. It did knock over the next few bikes in the line but after that there was too big a separation between them.

I got into my truck and drove away. Was I shocked? Was I hurt? Did I feel stupid? The answer to all of the above is yes. I was shocked. I hadn't really considered myself to be that naïve. Was I hurt? Fuck yeah, I really loved Drea and I thought she'd felt the same about me. Did I feel stupid? Yep, I really did because all along I guess I'd known. I mean why the hell would a girl who looked like that and had been that wild, really settle down with a normal guy like me, it just didn't make sense.

I guess all of my hopes that she was like her sister were in vain. I cruised by the warehouse to see how the repairs were going. The entire building was still blacked out. I spoke to the foreman of the electricians and he told me that it would definitely be at least another day before we were ready to go back to work. I had nowhere to go so I drove around for another hour or so.

I did see bikers a few times. Usually there would be two or three of them together. I wasn't afraid of them. I figured in the worst case scenario I'd just run them down. My F-150 4X4 would roll over those bikes without much trouble.

My phone started ringing about that time. I looked at the screen and saw the apartment's phone number on it. I let it go to voice mail. Drea must've been desperate because she called me right back five or six times in a row. By six a.m., still a couple of hours before I'd have gotten off work normally, I was really hungry.

I drove over to the small greasy spoon café near the warehouse. I often ate there before work or sometimes afterward. Drea usually cooked for me. But if our schedules didn't allow it, which was pretty often considering that I worked from midnight to eight and she worked from six p.m. until two in the morning, I ate at the café.

I sat down at a table far enough away from the window for me not to be seen from outside but close enough to the door that I could still see if anyone was coming in. The bikers were definitely looking for me, but I didn't know why. They may have been simply trying to take me back to Drea. On the other hand, they may have been pissed about the guy who I hit in the face with the helmet or because I knocked over all of those bikes when I left.

Before more than a couple of seconds had passed, a waitress stood in front of me. Looking at her, I smiled. If body language was indicative of anything, this was her first night on the job and her feet hurt badly.

"Hi," she said bravely. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she was attractive. Her hair was cut short and rough. It stuck up at odd angles in some places. Her nose was a bit long and her teeth seemed sharper than they should. Her canines were especially pronounced. All in all, it was an odd face. She wasn't ugly though. Despite all of her bizarre features, she really was attractive. I think maybe it was the eyes that put her over the top.

Her eyes were an exotic grayish color that seemed to draw all of the attention always from the other features and towards themselves.

She was on the thinner side. Her arms and legs were thin but they seemed to be strong. I guess if we were talking about a guy, I'd call him wiry. I've always been extremely pragmatic. I guess at that point in time my mind had already made its decision as to the disposition of my relationship with Drea.

As far as I was concerned, Drea was history. There was no need for us to talk about things. There was no need for her to apologize or ask for a second chance or explain or any of that shit. It was my fault. I was the one who'd screwed up, not her. It was my fragile male ego and the Madonna/whore syndrome.

Most men wanted their women to be a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom. I was no different. The problem was that I went further beyond that. I only wanted Drea to be a whore in the bedroom when I was the only one there. There was no chance in saving our relationship. She'd gone from fiancé to some girl I used to know in the time it took her to scream, "Fuck me, baby."

I planned to have my name taken off of the lease for the apartment and find someplace new to live during the next day. Luckily, Drea and I still had separate accounts when it came to banking. I often gave her money or wrote checks for her but I hadn't given her access to my accounts yet.

Anyway, at that moment in time, I was imagining myself between those thin legs, pumping everything I could into her. I could feel those arms wrapping themselves around me pulling me deeper into her depths. There was something almost primal about the fantasy. It was as if I was imagining something that had either already happened or something that definitely would at some time in the future.

Then in the weirdest thing ever, she looked at me and smiled sheepishly and closed her legs. Somehow it was as if she'd had the same nasty vision at the same time I had. She was slim hipped and small breasted but at that point in time she was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. It wasn't like me at all. I'd never been the type to go after random encounters or casual sex. Maybe it was a reaction to having my heart ripped out. It might have been some kind of subconscious male ego response. My woman had been taken by other men so to prove that I was still a virile male specimen my body wanted to mate with the nearest female to assure itself that I was still capable of reproductive function. I guess coming from a first year psyche 101 perspective that may have made sense, but it just seemed like there was more to it.

"Can I take your order, sir?" she asked. She'd asked the question while I was still imagining fucking her.

She'd caught me by surprise so I wasn't fully aware that I was talking. In any respect my brain wasn't fully connected to my mouth so what I was thinking came out instead of what I should have said.

"God those are beautiful eyes," I mumbled.

"Is that what you want to eat?" she said in surprise. She'd begun writing it down and when she looked at it she smiled again. There was definitely something between us. That too was unusual. This was all happening too fast. I was the kind of guy who, while I'd had relationships, simply wasn't the Casanova type. When I broke up with someone it was usually months before I found someone again.

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to say that. It just came out."

"Your mate would probably not be very happy with either of us right now," she said. "Sorry, I mean your wife."

"I don't have a wife," I said. "I never have."

"I've never had a wife either," she smiled. "I mean I don't have a mate, uhm a boyfriend."

"I'll have the breakfast special," I said, looking down. Then I looked back up at her. "Are you new here?"

"It's my first day," she said. She left to go get my order and I swear her shoulders tightened as she walked away and it made those slim hips swing just ever so much more. She turned and looked at me as she got to the kitchen as if she was checking to see if I was looking at her ass. She smiled when she saw that I was and disappeared into the kitchen.

She brought my food to the table a few minutes later and sat watching me eat from a stool across the café. Every time I took a sip or two she refilled my coffee cup. She checked on me every five minutes it seemed. Her smile broadened throughout the time I was there. When I finished, she rushed over to me. "Would you like more to eat?" she asked. "Do you eat here often?"

"No and Yes," I said. She looked puzzled and then understood what I meant.

"I'm probably going to be eating here a lot more often now," I smiled. "May I have the check?" She smiled and looked down.

The breakfast special was four ninety nine. I gave her two fives. She grabbed my arm in a surprising display of strength. "You gave me too much money," she smiled. She was still holding onto my arm as if she didn't want to let go of it. I rubbed the back of her hand and thought that her eyes almost rolled back into her head. She did let out an audible sigh. There was definitely something going on with us.

"That's your tip," I said.

"Oh," she smiled again and her teeth flashed. Those eyes and those too white teeth had me going. I couldn't figure out what it was. Her fingers were odd too. The nails were broken and ragged. It was almost as if she'd been biting her nails or working with heavy tools. I looked at her again as I turned to leave. Her face, with a bit of makeup, could be really attractive. Her eyes alone could get her almost any guy. Her hair was terrible. If she let it grow just a bit and then had it styled she could be beautiful. And her body, although not what I was used to, was toned and fit. She also had the benefit of a slim build that would look better far longer.

The more voluptuous women almost always became real fat asses in their middle and later years, while the slimmer builds seemed to stay attractive well into the twilight of their lives. The funny thing about it was that despite her flaws, I wanted to... I was almost yearning to fuck this woman. It was the strangest thing, it was almost as if it was some kind of genetic predisposition. Maybe it was some type of pheromones. 

"When will you be back?" she asked. I got the feeling that if I told her I wasn't coming back she'd ask to come with me.

"Either lunch or dinner," I said. "I have to find a new place to stay, so I may not be back by lunchtime."

"What time do you eat dinner?" she asked.

"When I get hungry," I laughed. "I promise that if I miss you at dinner I'll be here tomorrow morning for breakfast."

"Okay then," she said cheerfully.

I got back into my truck and found that the wind was leaving my sails. It was about this time most mornings that my shift usually ended. If this had been a normal morning, I'd have been on my way home. I'd have slipped into bed with Drea. She'd have awakened and we would have had sex and then fallen back to sleep. Now I found myself wondering how many times she'd been exhausted not from working at the bar but from working in our bed without me.

I picked up a morning newspaper and looked at the classified ads. It was too early to try calling any of the buildings that had ads so I checked into a motel for the day. I slept for about four hours. It was a little after noon when the chime on my iPhone woke me up. I called three of the ads and made afternoon appointments. I showered and got into my truck and drove over to my old building.


Fur Addiction



My third fur story posted here. If fur disgusts you read no further. 

This is not the same as the other "fetishes" in so many ways. Indeed fetish or addiction? That is the question.

A Psychiatrist's fur seduction and Addiction.

Melinda is fed up with George and his damned infidelity. She has done all she can but he is continuing his affair with his want-a-be-a-blond secretary only a few years younger than her young 26 years. Nothing she has done warrants this. She has been loving, faithful, supportive and certainly tolerant of his behavior to now. The only thing George has done for her recently is to indulge her recent obsession for fur. With his sexual inattention to her it is the least he could do. 

With fur masturbation having replaced sex with George, such as it was, she no longer cares about the relationship or George ... he's never around anyway. Melinda's close friends, not sharing her newly discovered intense feelings over fur, have voiced concerns about her fur obsession. Even she is somewhat concerned about it but under the circumstances there is little she can or cares to do about it. It's her only form of comfort and satisfaction under the circumstances.

Melinda has her Lawyer, an old childhood girlfriend, file for divorce. She has all the documented evidence she needs thanks to a sleazy PI her Lawyer hired. They claim the house, modest alimony for a year and payment of psychological counseling plus the legal fees. She even gets additional furs, the ones George gave his Secretary, claimed as property of the marriage and hers of course. A kind of just reward, precision punishment and humiliation for him. She left his business alone but with the threat to go after it. Her Lawyer did lean his business just in case he becomes reluctant with future payments. She gets all she asks for since there is little George can do to contest. George is finding his blond Secretary to be an expensive piece of ass.

Melinda is certainly no homely housewife, though this would certainly describe her role while married to George. College educated, mentally alert and intellectually active, she is no dummy. She always keeps herself in excellent shape, for herself as much as for George. 

George thinks she IS homely. She does have a somewhat plain, healthy look with a smooth oval and childlike face giving her a deceptively innocent and younger appearance. She wears a pair of antique wire rim glasses for her penetrating clear blue eyes and has rather plain, thin to average lips but with deep dimples each side when she smiles, enhancing this childlike perception. 

George finds it hard to lie to her when she stares and smiles at him. This is a real problem for George because he is a compulsive lier. Melinda otherwise has lots of freckles, quite a fine tall body with a cheeky butt to-die-for. She also has modest A cup perky breasts (George's Secretary has D cup melons) a smooth slender body with long legs and long, thick, flowing red hair fit for shampoo commercials. George is a fool except for those tits which will soon succumb to gravity. Melinda wanted children which George was dead set against. Now she is glad she didn't. Maybe with someone more compatible and loving? 

Her obsession over fur does have her concerned however. It all started innocently enough. It was right after she had her first suspicions of infidelity and she was feeling depressed. Just prior to that she had talked George into buying her two fine furs which she selected. A very fine reversible golden Canadian Sable, worn fur in, with a lightweight, loose cashmere outer shell and an optional waterproof poplin shell. Also a full length long hair Lynx with a big full collar and deep full sleeves. She feels magnificent in them and they were a huge boost to her sagging ego. Shortly after that she began to suspect the infidelity. 

Melinda found herself one evening alone as usual, sitting on the side of the bed very horny. She was wrapped in her Sable with no other clothes on after her bath, seeking comfort and emotional warmth in her new furs. She was hugging the Lynx like a person for security, sobbing over his betrayal of her. Soon her sobbing turned to sighing and then soft moaning as she had increased the stroking and fondling of the furs over her naked body. 

She soon had no thoughts of George at all. The furs had, indeed, started to warm her in unexpected ways. She began to fondle her labia and between her thighs with the Lynx, laying back on the bed as she did. She soon was shaking with an orgasm quickly followed by another, equal to or better than what George was able to do for her when he bothered. Melinda suddenly realized then that George was not a very good lover. She hadn't had much sexual experience prior to George for a good comparison. She then could give a damn for George since the discovery of her true addiction for fur. 

She was then able to get more furs due to George's guilt as he compulsively and stupidly got one fur for one (but different) fur for his buxom blond. Even George was not so stupid as to get the same furs for them both. This effectively doubled her fur collection overnight. 

Now that they are divorced Melinda is concerned about ever being able to have a man sexually satisfy her again since she has discovered the wonders of fur. George now gets to pay for her psychological recovery from his infidelity, lack of attention to her needs and general abandonment of their relationship.

Melinda got a recommendation from her elderly GP for a Dr. Rappaport. Her GP felt that he may be able to help since he specializes in addictions and addictive behavior. She had confessed her general craving for fur to her GP as an aid to finding the right Psychiatrist.

Arriving for her appointment mid Monday morning she is greeted by a rather matronly woman with a pleasant smile. She said Dr. Rappaport would be with her soon. Melinda had dressed modestly in a full, mid calf length, light weight, gray flannel skirt and matching gray, cable knit, long sleeved turtleneck sweater. 

She was expecting a more elderly man given her GP and the Receptionist but was pleasantly surprised when the Doctor greeted her. An early thirty's, six foot two hunk of Prime Grade A male firmly grips her hand and stares at her with his penetrating steel gray eyes. She is sure he can read all her secrets to the depth of her soul without her uttering a word. She feels totally naked even with her thick Lynx wrapped around herself. The Doctor is a runner and does Aerobics being a lean and more meditative type. As she enters the office the Doctor offers to take her coat. She declines and says that the fur is why she is here. She does take it off but it is laying across her lap as she sits nervously running her hands through the fur. The Doctor's eyebrow lifts, Spock like, as an indication of his curiosity. 

"Tell me about it. What is the nature of your addiction?" Melinda gives up every little detail of her fur addiction, George's infidelity, her discovery of fur masturbation and concerns over men and sex. 

"I can't seem to rid myself of these compulsions to fondle myself with fur now." The Doctor consoles her. 

"It sounds as if it is a harmless addiction. Not all addictions are bad and I see no reason not to indulge yourself in this self gratification. Other kinds of addictions are certainly self destructive or harmful to others and one needs to rid them from their lives but this doesn't seem to be at all harmful." 

She feels very comfortable telling him all this and it is such a great relief to get it out and to somehow share it with someone else who's not being judgmental, making her feel bad about it. By now she is softly fondling her Lynx and sort of hugging and caressing herself with it for self comfort. The Doctor is beginning to realize she is somehow getting him excited in a way no other female, regardless of her beauty, has ever done before as he watches and listens to her. He is having a hard time staying focused on her words. 

"My desire for sex with a man seems to have dissipated and I don't seem to have replaced it with an attraction for women. I don't want to live the rest of my life alone!!" 

"You have been through a traumatic experience and betrayal by a man you trusted. Is there anything else you can tell me that you are aware of that might help me see into this further?"

"No, I don't think so. I have thought and thought about it and since it is a recent behavior I can't imagine what might be in my past to engender such feelings and actions other than the few furs my mother has and the comfort and security I feel with her." 

"Would you be willing to be hypnotized as a way for me to possibly uncover any related underlying past problems or unresolved issues?" 

"I certainly wouldn't mind at all. Anything to resolve the situation so I can move on to future relationships." The Doctor goes over to the window and closes the blinds to darken the room then goes over standing in front of her in the chair trying desperately to stay focused on the task at hand and not her seductive beauty and fur fidgeting. 

"Melinda, I want you to sit relaxed in your chair. You do not have to do or say anything that you do not want to do or that would make you uncomfortable. Is that clear?" 

"Yes." 

"Concentrate on my voice. Relax and let yourself drift, floating like a cloud with no sensations to disturb your concentration. Watch my finger and as it gets closer to your nose you will feel yourself going deeper into a trance. I'm going to count slowly backwards to three. You will be relaxed but awake and alert on one. Three .. two .. one." Melinda is well under, her hands laying still and softly in her Lynx. "What is the first thing you sense now?" 

"My fur, the Lynx." 

"What is it like ... how do you feel?" 

"Wonderfully soft, thick, sensual and comforting. It makes me feel good all over." She has it fully wrapped around herself by now fondling and stroking it with her face buried in its thick softness. 

"What if I were to take it away?" 

"Please don't." She tenses up momentarily. 

"No, I wouldn't do that. You clearly don't want me to. What would you like to do with it?"

"Fondle myself. Can I do that?" 

"Of course but it looks like you are already fondling yourself. You can do whatever makes you feel good when you are in this trance." Melinda raises her very full skirt up and it is a shock to the Doctor that she has no panties. The sharp contrast between her apparent sweet modest innocence and the lush and exotic sensuality unfolding before his eyes has him mesmerized with an instant boner. She begins to move the Lynx over her thighs and gradually between them as she lifts her hips and spreads her legs. 

The Doctor, with a great effort at being nonchalant ... "I notice you have no panties on. Why is this?" 

"I want to be able to fondle myself anytime, any place without a problem." Melinda is moving more with her fondling and deeper towards an orgasm with her Lynx and all this is having a powerful effect of further arousing the Doctor, despite his professional detachment. This has him in awe by her sensuous and beautiful movements. He is now totally sexually excited as Melinda increases her fondling and moaning as she approaches her orgasm. 

He is now fully aroused by the vision of her fur fondling with the lush Lynx as much as her beautiful body and her motions and has his cock out of his pants and in his hand behind his desk and in rhythm with Melinda. As Melinda moans in the pleasure of her orgasm, the Doctor is simultaneously catching a motherload in a towel as he has an audible shuddering gasp with his ejaculation and in response to her moaning to her orgasm. After a long pause with Melinda smiling sweetly in her afterglow, the Doctor asks, "Do you do this often?" 

"Every chance I get." 

"Would you like to do that again to yourself and to me as well?" 

"Certainly. I would love to Doctor." The Doctor is stunned at her eagerness as well as his own question. It just popped out of his mouth as if someone else said it. He partly recovers. 

"You don't have to if don't want to Melinda." 

"Oh please Doctor, please let me." He is heart pounding excited by her eager response, light headed even. 

He goes over to her chair and stands in front of her letting his pants and shorts fall to the floor. His still very stiff and substantial cock is hanging out to her. Melinda gasps slightly and grins, bringing her Lynx up and around his cock, fully encasing it in one of the big sleeves and the big thick collar under his testicles. The Doctor nearly collapses with the sensations of the initial contact of the fur around his cock and between his thighs emitting a moan. 

With an enormous amount of restraint, "I have never felt anything quite like this." 

"Yes it is wonderful, isn't it. It's so nice to be able to share this with you Doctor." Melinda slowly moves the Lynx up and down on his cock, squeezing and fondling his cock and scrotum with the fur as she smiles sweetly over her new toy. 

She is simultaneously fondling her labia with the Lynx as well. The Doctor is about to pass out from the sensations, moaning and involuntarily shaking as he is overtaken by the most incredible masturbation he has ever experienced. The sensations are coursing through his body and mind like hot flashes, his body quaking and tingling with forces and sensations he has never felt. 

He quickly pulls away with an enormous force of will to keep from ejaculating into her Lynx an instant before, catching his greatest load ever in another towel. Melinda lays back and finishes off her fondling, moaning with her orgasm as well. He collapses to his knees as the last huge shots of cum are delivered into the towel, breathing heavily while still marveling over Melinda's erotic beauty of her orgasm. "That was spectacular Melinda. Is this what you do to yourself?" 

"Yes. Isn't it wonderful? It was such a pleasure to share this and please you so Doctor." She is still in a state of ecstasy herself as she speaks, very happy over having the Doctor let her share her fetish. 

Michael doesn't reply but he is thinking ... I have to have more of this for myself. Her innocent sweetness with her seductive sexuality ... and my god the fur ... I've never experienced or heard about anything like it. To hell with her addiction he thinks to himself. 

He then tells her ... "I want you to wear fur at every future visit and bring one or two different furs from your collection to show me each visit. You can dress as sensual as you wish. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Doctor. Anything to please you." 

"When you are under hypnosis you may call me Michael. Only when I say Banana Nail will you fall into a trance, awake and alert as you are now and when I snap my fingers you will revive, be alert and normal, not remembering anything you did while in your trance. Is that clear?"

"Yes Michael." He snaps his fingers and she awakes blinking her eyes. 

"Did you hypnotize me Doctor?" 

"Yes I did." 

"What did you discover Doctor?" 

"Very confusing and something I have never encountered before. It is going to take some time to sort this thing out. There are some conflicts but, with time, I think we can get to the root of the problem and work toward a resolution. We will meet every Tuesday afternoon at 4:30 for an hour session starting tomorrow if that is OK with you." 

"That will be fine and I am looking forward to our next session Doctor." 

The Doctor makes a note to investigate fur as a fetish for background reference.

Melinda leaves with a mixture of emotions. Relaxed for sure but also warm and mildly euphoric as after fur masturbation. She stops by the Market on her way home to pick up a few things for Dinner. As she is walking around the Market she realized she was looking at every guys crotch that went by. Some of them, strangely, had very prominent bulges? Not like she wanted to get screwed but more like she wanted to fur masturbate the guy? A strange twist of sexual interest. Not so strong that she would ever think of acting on it but curious none-the-less. 

The rest of the evening and the next day goes by uneventful except that she began to think she would like to do something more with her life now that she is free to pursue whatever interest she chooses. Real Estate Sales seemed like an accessible endeavor that could be financially rewarding and that she might enjoy. So she began to investigate how to go about accomplishing it. 

The next afternoon she is at the Doctor's office in her hooded full length thick white Arctic Fox she recovered from the faux blond. She has a feeling of conquest whenever she wears it as it was the blond's favorite. All her coats are very full on Melinda because of the blond's D cup breasts. She like the fullness and opulence it gives them on her more slender frame. Also she is wearing a light silk miniskirt, more like a slip, barely covering her nude butt and a fine weave white sleeveless cashmere V neck sweater without a bra. It just seemed right to her. Her firm breasts are glorious under the sweater, her nice fat and hard nipples with her large swollen areola being very prominent and quite visible through the sweater. Just the thought of the Doctor visit has her mildly sexually aroused and stimulated for some reason. 

She thought it would be a good idea to bring another of her furs so she chose her hooded Sable/Cashmere coat. Besides, she thought, I want to hold his attention as best I can. She already sensed and knew she had a grip on his attention seeing her in her furs. 

The Doctor lets her in since the Receptionist had left for the day at four, her normal quitting time. She hands the Doctor her Sable at the door as she comes in. Melinda sits in the easy chair with the Arctic Fox draped around herself and relaxes without coaching. Michael is holding her Sable, stroking and fondling it, as he walks to his desk, looking at her in her Fox gives him another instant boner. 

"I see you wish to show me some of your furs?" Michael is still fondling the Sable in his lap under his desk, carefully unzipping his fly allowing his cock access to the Sable. 

"Oh yes Doctor. I thought you might see more fully why I love them so." 

"I can see. They are all very lovely and this one feels exceptionally soft and wonderful. You are very beautiful wearing any of them." 

"Why thank you very much Doctor" as she smiles with her innocent and sweet smile, her dimples a bit deeper than normal, adding a bit more pain to the Doctor's boner.

"I would like to investigate some deeper issues with you today and I would like to know if anything has come to mind since yesterday or any new experiences you wish to share?" 

"I am almost ashamed to say but I have been looking at every guy's crotch since we met yesterday thinking I wanted to fur masturbate him." 

"Actually progress of sorts but I will look into that today unless you can think of a reason why this may be happening." The Dr. smiles secretly to himself. 

"No I can't and I have been trying to think why since yesterday." Michael's cock is about to explode from fondling his cock with the Sable and Melinda's fondling of her Fox as she sits fidgeting with it. 

"Banana Nail" Melinda is instantly lax and at ease in her chair. "You will not look at any other crotch except mine from now on. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Michael." 

"You certainly dressed provocatively today and your furs are fantastically beautiful. Is there a reason you did this?" 

"You asked me to and I thought maybe you would notice me more if I took my attire to the limit. Maybe let me do more for you." 

"So you remember what we did and talked about last time?" 

"Yes, with great anticipation and eager to pleasure you more fully today." 




Fur Addiction



"What happened with your concern over ever being interested sexually in another man." 

"It is not a problem with you. I like you and feel safe with you. Besides your cock is magnificent. I want to do much more with it and with you. You seemed to enjoy it so much, besides, it feels so good to share this love of fur with a man, especially you Michael." 

"What about fur fondling yourself now?"

Melinda doesn't respond but has her fur off and all over her body with her flimsy miniskirt up around her in an instant. She is fondling herself actively for an orgasm. Michael walks over with the Sable held to himself as he drops his pants down with his cock next to her, Melinda holds back her orgasm. 

"What a wonderful cock you have Michael. Much finer than my ex. May I fondle you?" 

"Please do Melinda." He jumps slightly as she has her delicate fingers lightly fondling his rock hard cock, quickly bringing up her Arctic Fox and wrapping it around his cock. She also takes the Sable Michael is carrying and introduces it as well to his cock. 

"I think you will like being fondled with these furs Michael." Michael groans and thrusts forward, leaning against the chair arm to her, totally unreserved. She is already fondling him as before but adds a hand full of the Sable under his testicles as she gently and deeply fondles them, lightly squeezing them with the Sable as well. 

Michael is going out of his mind with his genitalia engulfed in thick folds of the soft furs as she artfully fondles him. A bundle of the furs is between his thighs as well. He is struggling to hold back, savoring the feelings as long as possible. Those same wonderful sensations flashing through his body and mind as yesterday like nothing ever before. 

"Don't worry about the towel this time Michael. I'll take care of you." 

Michael is fully under her control as she is under his control. Melinda has clearly thought about this. He nearly falls to his knees as he is shaking with the force of his pending ejaculation and is involuntarily moaning, his whole body pulsing with his impending orgasm.

With precum on the tip and just as he is about to unload into her furs Melinda pulls the furs down from just around the head of his cock but keeping the furs between his thighs and around the rest of his cock and testicles squeezing them firmly as she strokes and fur fondles him to ejaculate. She has the tip of his cock fully between her sweet lips pushing up against his testicles with the Sable, the furs around her face as Michael lets go of his biggest load yet, totally unrestrained by concerns over her furs. Having his cock in her mouth yet engulfed in the furs as well. This is a total and highly stimulating surprise, like the second stage of a rocket launch. Something totally new to Michael. His head as well as his cock explodes. 

She sucks him off to an incredible finish and he unconsciously has his hands fondling her hair, running his fingers through its wonderful lush softness and stroking her soft face as she pumps his cock, continuing to fur fondle his testicles. Melinda is responding very energetically to his cock and his discovery of her hair. His touch is electric to her. She is moaning on his cock which is not softening in the least. She pulls off him and wraps the furs around his waist and hips, fondling and caressing him all around. 

Michael can no longer stand, his legs are so weak. He pulls her up out of the chair as he stumbles to the couch wrapping her Arctic Fox around her, fur side to her skin. Melinda moans with sweet satisfaction at this. Sitting side by side he lets her continue to fur fondle him. As he approaches another ejaculation Melinda is at his service again with her mouth fully down to his cock hair, now kneeling between his legs before him. Her hair is draped all over his thighs, stomach and hips along with the Sable. Michael is ejaculating as never in his life while being fur fondled over the rest of what is bare skin. 

Michael is now hers. Afterwards Michael is wasted and sucked dry for the afternoon he has her lay back in the couch as she continues furring herself. Michael is compelled to take over. Melinda is in another world as he runs the fur over her beautiful body and between her thighs still stroking her hair. She surrenders to his will and is struck with massive moaning orgasms leaving her totally helpless as she lay panting and gazing up at him with a passionate, soulful, innocent and totally submissive look. 

Michael finally realizes the full import of what has transpired. He has been totally overcome by the moment. He is first terrified since this is a total breach of professional ethics and overcome with the realization that he is as addicted now to fur with sex as Melinda. This has totally overwhelmed him. He has to have more of her and the fur, professional ethics be damned. That fully qualifies as an addiction and he is now a fur addict and her slave. 

What was her ex husband thinking???? He has to be out of his mind to throw away a woman like Melinda. Michael has fallen hard for her now and has to figure out how to win this woman while she is not hypnotized and since he wants her for himself now. He has never felt so passionately for a woman in his life as he now feels for Melinda. He knows she is attracted to him, hypnotized or not. Her attire this time was mostly conscious with only the slightest suggestion from him of more sensuality. "She went far beyond my suggestions, being practically nude. The furs she chose are awesome with hardly any clothes on her body to mention. She was bent on pure seduction and she succeeded. I have to stall this for more time," he thinks.

He tidies everything up, washes her face and all is back to the way it was. He wakes her. 

"Well you did OK this time and I think we are making some progress, although slowly." 

"What are you finding out Doctor?" 

"You do have a clinically defined addiction without any question but as I said before, it is relatively harmless. I do think we should work on how you can control it to prevent it from being a social problem and not interfere with your normal life and a more natural sex drive. How are you feeling?" 

She is staring straight at his crotch. "Banana Nail. You will refrain from looking at any crotch while not under." Got to get my instructions clear he thinks to himself and brings her back.

"I'm feeling great Doctor. So I will see you next Tuesday then?" 

"Yes indeed Melinda and just come on into my office when you get here."

Michael thinks about how to bring the hypnotic state and Melinda's normal life together with the real world without blowing everything to hell and back, maybe ending up in jail. "Possibly I can introduce fur from me in reality as a means of bridging the two worlds? I really want some fur for myself now anyway" he thinks. Michael has no idea how deep into fur/sex addiction he himself has already fallen.

Melinda leaves in an incredibly high state of euphoria. "What ever he did has sure made me fell so much better. No sudden impulses to randomly throw some guy down and rape him yet but it is progress", she is thinking. 

Melinda follows through with her plans to become a Real Estate Agent after this last session. She is beginning to feel much better about her life now that she is receiving treatment. There are warm feelings for the Doctor that she is quietly and consciously harboring now. 

That weekend he comes into her mind quite involuntarily when she fur masturbates. Her vagina aches for him to be in her as 'they' wallow in the furs with her fantasy copulation. "I guess the therapy is starting to work. Even if it is directed at my Psychiatrist", she thinks.

After Melinda's visit, the next day Michael shops for fur and while at the Furrier he discovers a little more about how addicted he really is to fur as he is surrounded by the beautiful lush softness of the hanging and draped furs throughout the shop. His body tingles and he has rush after rush of sexual excitement handling the furs at the furrier. Thoughts of Melinda are directing his purchases to a great extent, some of which he is conscious of with the selection of a large Red Fox Throw with matching pillows, matching her hair color. "God, what magnificent hair!!"... but the Fisher jacket choice is more subtle. He rejects quite a few very fine furs until finally the saleswoman shows him a Fisher jacket with a sheared Beaver lining. He impulsively chooses this one, the one Melinda would have him get. 

Normally every purchase for Michael is a cool and calculated deliberation, even if only a tie or belt. Impulse is not in his shopping lexicon or anything else in his life. Except somehow when it comes to Melinda. He also is realizing how much he is missing her, getting stiff at each and every thought of her as he is handling the furs, imagining fondling her, wrapping them around her beautiful body. Of course he is compelled to make use of the new furs he has purchased as soon as he gets home. Melinda is foremost in his fur fantasies. 

The Anthem of the Addict: I'll get just a little, I'll do just a little ... I can control it.

Michael also spends every evening of that week, with fur masturbation, looking up fur as addictive behavior and as sexual fetish. He is astonished at what he finds after some considerable effort. This new information complete with many pictures and a few Videos he orders, has him in a near fur masturbation frenzy for the duration of the week and weekend.

Melinda is foremost in his mind as he wanders into fur heaven with these new discoveries.

When Melinda goes into Michael's office the next Tuesday there are the Red Fox throw and pillows on the leather couch and a hooded natural Fisher jacket with a sheared Phantom Beaver lining hanging on the coat tree in his office. From the size obviously his. 

"Why Doctor .... are you attempting to aggravate my addiction?" 

"No. It is a tool to help you to integrate your fetish and addiction into a more normal way of handling your feelings." So far so truthful ... sort of. 

Her nicely tailored Mahogany Mink coat is off and on the couch. 

Melinda is not fooled for an instant, laying her large and very full Silver Fox coat over his desk and drapes her Crystal Fox coat over him as she heads for his new jacket. She decided to up the anti today with two super Foxes. 

Michael's jacket is on her in an instant. She is dressed much as before and the Beaver lining has her in a state of ecstasy almost immediately, "What a fine choice Doctor!!" as she clutches the jacket to herself ... she is on the couch her legs and bare feet curled up under her in the Red Fox in an instant hugging his jacket to her with the hood pulled up around her face like in a cocoon with a coy and seductive deep dimple smile. 

Michael realizes things are already totally out of control and he is going out of his mind over the Foxes Melinda draped over him and on the desk. His cock is already out of his pants behind his desk and he is fur fondling himself compulsively.

"Banana Nail" Melinda hardly paused or changed expression as her skirt is on the floor and her cashmere cardigan is wide open. Michael is stunned by the beauty of her naked breasts and her totally nude body overall. She is following his instructions to do what ever makes her feel good. With her totally gorgeous hair hanging over her breasts Michael cannot contain himself. He goes over to her and removes his Fisher jacket from her realizing she actually chose it for him and puts the Silver Fox coat reversed on her sans sweater. After stripping himself with Melinda watching bug eyed as he does, he dons his fur jacket while also continuing to hold her Crystal Fox, fondling himself with it and asks Melinda what she would like to do. 

Melinda gets up from the couch and throws her arms around his fur wrapped body with her Fox coat open. It is instantly flesh to flesh wrapped in fur to flesh. Michael is out of control and Melinda is putting the full move on him hypnotized or not. She is kissing him with full open mouth, sucking his tongue into her, bent on total seduction. His engorged cock is already between her thighs and the top of his shaft is rubbing against her labia as she moves up and down against his chest and stomach moaning in their kiss. 

Melinda is shaking with excitement from the stimulation. She pulls him back down on the couch into the furs and with the movement and her hands grabbing his butt, guiding Michael into her, sliding smoothly between Melinda's tight, swollen and moist labia with her deep inhale and their mutual moans. He is hers and she is his. 

"You fill me totally with your wonderful and powerful essence Michael" as Michael swells inside her and moves deeper into Melinda. 

"I love you and you now know this in your heart." He knows it is a hypnotic suggestion but he also knows it is true. They copulate with soft and slow moves, both going through a series of orgasms. Michael has never cum so much in his life. It's like the more he does it with her the more he produces. Both fully feel and caress each other with the furs around them. Total, complete and mutual addiction. 

After Melinda drains him, Michael cleans her orally, face in her muff and sucking on her sweet clitoris sending her into further orgasms as he also fur fondles her body. Her soft furry muff is so beautiful in the Red Fox. Michael realizes he subconsciously selected the Red Fox with her totally freckled body in mind not just the color of her hair. Deeper into her control of him and he is the hypnotist. 

He washes and cleans her, dressing himself and her, buttoning only two of the cardigan buttons at the waist. She seems to enjoy his dressing her as much as undressing. He then has her sit in the Red Fox on the couch arranging and piling the furs and pillows around her, one between her thighs with her skirt up around her hips and has her using the Silver Fox to fondle her breasts. She is most willing to do this for him, so it is apparent she has been fully involved with them. He is continuing to fur fondle her to near orgasm again. Beautiful staging not too far from the truth.

He stops fondling her and wakes her as she continues fondling herself. 

"Oh my Doctor!! It looks like I got carried away in your new furs." Her Mink and Crystal Foxes are by her side crumpled in her hands and strewn around her as well and she is not the least bit embarrassed by the situation. In fact she softly and sweetly smiles, continuing to pull the fox pillow between her thighs, looking down at the furs and the pillow between her thighs. She looks up at the Doctor with a broad smile of accomplishment, fur wrapped breasts on display, having another and not too quiet an orgasm as she does. 

"Well I can see why you love the furs so. This must make you feel very good indeed!" Melinda neither speaks nor changes her situation with the Fox pillow remaining between her thighs. She continues smiling and stroking herself with the furs, maintaining her level of sexual excitement as Michael talks. She has a great feeling of relief mixed with her current euphoria and an eagerness to be on orgasmic display to the Doctor. 

"My addiction is finally all out in the open Doctor. It's such a relief."

"Having acquired the Red Fox and my fur jacket I can see, no, feel why you have this addiction. It would be so easy for it to happen with the slightest amount of insecurity or any number of truly minor psychological problems or issues." 

"So I'm not that bad off?" 

"Not really, but to make sure it stays within the bounds of social decorum you should continue to see me for a while longer." 

"Yes Doctor, oh please let's do." Melinda surprised herself with her over enthusiastic response, nearly in orgasm again. 

"Oh god, am I in transference, falling for my Psychiatrist?" 

"That's OK. We can deal with that as we go. You are not going to catch something worse than what you came to have cured. At least the question of attraction to a man has been dealt with only to have transference to deal with." 

"That is a major relief. So you also like fur now Doctor?" Michael ignores the question. 

"I'll see you next Tuesday then Melinda" .. with a slightly softer and more vulnerable tone. 

She gives him a coy smile as she pulls herself together and leaves running her hand through her hair, pulling it across her face. She is hugging the large bundle of her furs in her arms provocatively with a slight humping motion into them, her walk like a runway model. Michael has a major hard on as she leaves consciously realizing he is now fully hers and a hopeless fur addict, also not having a clue of what to do next. 

He has met his match in more ways than one. 

Melinda thinks to herself as she is leaving how much she wanted to throw him in the furs and screw his brains out. In her passion she could literally feel him between her thighs. No question about wanting a man again as he said!! She is incredibly euphoric, her whole body is flush as she leaves. 

"I gave him a real show with the fur with what I do in private and he was bug eyed, drooling and loving it. Maybe I should put the full make on him next time before he puts me under. That would let him know in no uncertain terms how I am truly feeling. I feel incredible. Better than I have ever felt, I mean ever. George never once thought of how I felt. What an ass hole. The Doctor seems to be actually encouraging my fetish now. I think he has 'caught' the fur fetish as well. Am I ever glad I got the blond bitches furs" she thinks out loud. 

That week she made greater progress on the Real Estate front. The Doctor has been very supportive and has her feeling even greater. George never got behind her on anything. He never got anywhere anyhow with her on anything come to think of it. She thinks maybe to sell the house and get a more modest one. The Deed is fully mine, free and clear now. It's far too big and pretentious anyway. I'd make a bundle.

Every night after their last session Melinda would awake in the middle of the night from a fully engaged fur-intercourse dream with the Doctor and having a powerful orgasm as she awoke. She began sleeping with her furs, fully surrendering to the idea, fur masturbating with the feelings and the emotions. She lost all concern over "Transference" and realized she was truly in love with him. 

Also visions of the Doctor in fur kept floating through her head and dreams as if she knew exactly how it would be with him. She desperately wanted to make love with the Doctor in fur. She knew how it would be and could not wait. She now knew she was going to have him next time they met. 

"I'm sure he is in love with me and is certainly hooked on fur!! He didn't seem to have a problem with my last orgasms and open display of my fur fondling, in fact I think he was savoring the mutual realization and acceptance. So it's OK to seduce him?" 

Tuesday afternoon she comes into his office at precisely 4:15 knowing he would be alone and not quite ready for her. Melinda doesn't pause. She goes straight for him and with her Sable wrapped around her carrying the Lynx and Arctic Fox as well. She throws the Furs over Michael and opens her Sable in full nude exposure when she gets to Michael. He is sitting in his chair with his mouth wide open in stunned disbelief at her beautiful body pressing against him engulfed in an ocean of her incredible furs, too stunned to utter a word. 

Melinda puts the complete make on the dear Doctor wrapping the furs around him and pulling his face to her breasts and has his lips around her right tit as they both moan in ecstasy. He is smothered in fur as she fondles him and begins undressing him. 

"How is your fur addiction today Doctor Rappaport?" unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. 




Fur Addiction



His rod springs out of his pants like the Batmobile from its cave and is encased in fur instantly. Melinda is in complete control of Doctor Rappaport. He is moaning in ecstasy vibrating her tit driving Melinda into a shuttering and moaning orgasm. She doesn't let go and can feel his cock swelling and about to blow. 

She tilts his chair back and is down on his post in an instant and the dear Doctor lets out an incredible moan greater than before because he knows this cannot be erased and he doesn't want it to be. He is being willingly and eagerly raped by his client. Melinda pulls great gobs of jizzum from Michael as he moans in total submission with his orgasm. He is stroking her soft hair in encouragement to drain him. This is no hypnotic suggestion. She is taking him in full consciousness. 

Looking up at him "I guess I really don't have any problems having sex with men any more ... with my Psychiatrist?? well, that's another story." 

"Are you going to turn me in to the Police?" 

"Are you kidding? I am the Fur Police and you're busted. You're also mine now and I'm going to punish you appropriately then pass sentence on you." With that she grabs him by the arm and nearly drags him across the room stripping the rest of his clothes from him as they go. Melinda pushes him on to the couch on his back into all the furs and she has his cock deep up into her as she straddles him, still wearing her Sable. She lets with a deep moan as she drops down on his rigid post to his cock hair and begins slowly riding Michael, rotating up and down as she fur fondles him over his whole body. Michael is moaning as he encourages her with pleas for more fur fondling. 

Her contractions around his cock has him going out of his mind as he is trying to ejaculate but it keeps getting squeezed off. Melinda finally begins a furious pumping on his cock and screams out in a mighty orgasm as Michael shoots pulse after pulse what seems gallons of jizzum into her. Melinda collapses on his broad chest and kisses him deep and passionately.

Michael is beyond satiated. He now understands why he hadn't married yet. This had never happened to him, not like this at any rate. The level of complete satisfaction and passion for this woman is indescribable. 

"My god, doing it in the the fur with you is incredible Melinda." 

"You see Doctor. You were the one with the problem all along with all these pent up feelings. Don't you FEEL a lot better now?" 

Melinda raises up off Michael's chest with his cock still firmly implanted in her. She is looking down on him with her sweet dimpled smile, very slowly sliding up and down, squeezing his cock in her vagina. 

"It is clear that I am in great need of DEEP and extensive therapy to overcome these feelings of neglect, the traumatic damage to my fragile ego caused by my ex husband's total neglect to my needs and the extensive damage caused by his infidelity. Don't you think Doctor?" ... with a quizzical look on her sweet and innocent face. 

"I will write that up in a report and file it with the Lawyers in the morning." 

Melinda had been moving slowly up and down on Michael as they talked bringing him close to yet another orgasm but Melinda quickly pulls up off him and begins to walk away.

Stammering after her ... "I will have to see you tomorrow at 4:30 to begin daily sessions for at least four maybe five times a week now." 

Melinda turns back around to him with a big smile and kisses him deeply, still in her Sable. Michael wraps her in the Lynx as well with his arms around her nearly crushing her in a cushion of softness as he reenters her, lifting her off the floor and proceeds to pummel her pumping her time after time on his still rigid post. Melinda wraps and locks her legs around his hips and is screaming in ecstasy as she goes from orgasm to orgasm her beautiful hair and fur flinging from side to side, softly flailing Michael in the face and over his shoulders as she shakes her head, lost in a state of complete ecstasy. The jizzum mixed with Melinda's fluids are flowing down his legs. He finally lays her down on the couch in the furs as she is quietly moaning in total pleasure. 

"We will need many more sessions such as these to make sure these ideas and feelings are firmly and deeply implanted in your psyche." 

"I can't wait for the next session as you probe the depths of my mind Doctor. I hope you use a soft approach mixed with the appropriate amount of firm reinforcement." 

"Banana nail" and Melinda has a slight shift of expression still smiling. 

"You can recall and remember all our experiences from the first session on upon waking."

Michael snaps his fingers and tells her she has complete access to the hypnotic memories. 

"I had you from the first moment ... didn't I Dear Doctor?" 

"You sure did. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you."

Melinda is looking at Michael as they are getting dressed smiling and humming to herself.

Michael looks over ... "You're feeling pretty smug now aren't you?" 

"Well ... yes I am. You have only received one of your several punishments you know." 

"What do you have in mind?" 

"The next punishment I'm going to subject you to is to do as I say at the Furrier tomorrow."

"Boy, I'm sure I will suffer a lot." They went to dinner together this evening as all the rest to follow.

They got Michael a more complete fur wardrobe plus some furs specifically for their new two and three hour long therapy sessions. These consisted of several large prime fur spreads with large matching fur pillows and several special therapy capes with fur both sides. Chinchilla/Silver Fox and Red Fox/Arctic Fox. Both with matching super king spreads and pillows. 

They never met at his Office anymore for their sessions but moved them to Michael's house and Bed Room in order to be more comfortable. They immediately lasted all night, then all weekend. The sessions were billed to George of course. He was only charged an hour for each. Not at all for the week end sessions. Such a deal ... right? 

When they discovered Melinda was pregnant Michael declared her "Cured" and ceased billing George. Shortly after that Melinda sentenced Michael to a life of fur bondage and servitude in Matrimony. Melinda continued having a difficult time controlling and satisfying Michael's fur addiction. Her willing and very eager fur slave forever. They both wore fur almost all the time after that of course.

Melinda sold the house making her bundle that she reinvested in more real estate. She bought a Sable jacket with the last installment of Alimony. A pleasant reminder of an unpleasant chapter in her life. She continued to do as well at Real Estate as Michael did at Psychotherapy, kids and all.

Life goes on.



Fur And Fangs



*Authors note: This story is special to us. While once again seperated by the Army, my love and I engaged in our first online cyber session. having played Furcadia for a long time, I automatically revert to cybering as a cat girl. My love went along with it well, and I decided to turn it into a story to keep the memory for us. His character is new and still under development. Keep an eye out as these two might show up in later stories. Hope you enjoy, and once again, we love your feed back!



I come out of the bathroom, completely naked, and walk into your bedroom. I blink my eyes and look around, noticing my clothes discarded in the corner. My favorite black skirt, hot pink thong, and matching hot pink tube top that always shows in sharp contrast against my black fur laying in a heap. My luminescent green eyes run over your figure sitting at the computer. I take in your long, silky black hair, your pale skin, your glowing red eyes. I can see your not wearing a shirt from this angle as you lounge back, your toned muscles relaxed and at rest under your pale skin. 

I run my paws down my womanly sides in thought, wondering who you are, and why you took me in. You found me drunk and half passed out down at the local hang out, humans and furs alike grabbing at my tail. I barely remember your dark, imposing presence coming through the crowd of rowdy drunks and scooping me into your arms before I passed out. I narrow my already slitted cat eyes as I strain, trying to remember more details. I get a flash of you driving fast, your long black leather coat blending into the leather seats of your car. That is all I can remember other then waking up in your apartment here. 

I am a little achy and hung over, but I can tell that you have not used my body, and I wonder at this. So many try to take advantage of me, why did you not when you had the perfect opportunity? Where you actually a good guy, or did you have other plans for me? And speaking of guy, I wondered what exactally you were? I blood demon, a vampire, or something else? It was hard to tell from what little I had seen of you. I shake my head and decide to just wait and see what happens.

I saunter back over to the bed, wincing a little as I notice that I have shed some of my fur on it. I mentally shrug, my tail moving slowly back and forth over the rounded curves of my buttocks. I climb back up on your bed and curl up in a ball, my tail curling around the tip of my nose, and only my slanted green eyes peering at you over the top of my fluffy tail. You seem to not even realize I exist as you sit there, seemingly absorbed in your computer screen. 

I stretch lazily, my legs stiffening behind me, my tail draped down between them, covering my nakedness. My front paws flex against the comforter, claws raking gently as I undulate my body in pleasure. I finish stretching and look back up at you, wondering if you had noticed me yet. I gaze at you, my eyes half shut and lazy, my naked front pressed into the billows of your blue comforter, the black fur of my coat standing out against the light silk. Slowly I roll over on my side, resting my head on one of my paws. My other paw drapes over one of my hips as I stare brazenly at you now, having been completely unnoticed. 

The glossy fur of my coat slims down to shorter fur as it dips in towards the planes of my belly and full breasts. My nipples are standing up, poking out of the thin coat of fur as I unashamedly languish on your bed. From this angle I can see what your doing and I hiss quietly to myself. Your strong hand is moving quickly up and down your shaft, which appears rather large from where I am laying. I sniff the air lightly, wondering why on earth I didn't smell the musk of your arousal before. I must have really been distracted by thoughts, or just half asleep not to have noticed. Your eyes are still fixed on your computer, seemingly oblivious to my presence here, and I take advantage of that to stare blatantly at your dick. 

Your cock seems almost as pale as the rest of your body, the shaft a slight blush, the head a barely darker pink in color. I can see a drop of pre-cum shivering on the tip, hanging on for dear life. Your eyes are closed and your head is slightly tilted back, complete absorbed in stroking your cock. I watch you with interest, drawn to you for some reason. I flick the end of my tail as I think to myself for a moment. The light from the candles on your desk flickers over your glowing white skin, and I feel my mound becoming moist as your smell envelopes me. 

I unconsciously start to purr as I gracefully slide off the bed and crawl over to you on all fours, my feral side starting to take over as I become sexually excited. I lean my head up and look at you with curious green eyes as I move closer and closer to your crotch, my nose twitches as I try to take in your smell. I curl up at your feet, my tail wrapped daintily around my paws as I give you an inquiring look, my gaze repeatedly turning to stare at your crotch with obvious hunger and longing in my expression. You open your eyes and peer down at me as you continue to stroke your cock, not seeming to be bother in the least by my staring or my closeness.

"Do you like what you see?" you inquire, smiling as your sharp canines glint in the candlelight for a moment.

I glance up at your face uncertainly, staring into your glowing red eyes as I nervously lick my lips, my own sharp feline teeth flashing for a moment. My green eyes remain fixed on yours, watching you for your reaction as I ever so slowly lean my head closer, your smell and the power of your presence pulling me forward. I am not sure if I am acting of my own free will, or if your somehow influencing me, but at the moment I really don't care. 

You feel the long, human hair of my head brush against you before the softer, shorter fur of my shoulder glides silkily along your inner thigh. Your muscles twitch a little as you feel the tip of my warm nose nuzzle into you, even though you saw it coming. I dart my warm, rough tongue out and snatch away the pre-cum off the top of your cock before you can react, my senses overwhelmed. I jerk back a little, licking my lips and still eyeing you. I purr louder as I relish the taste of you in my mouth. Your small groan of pleasure at my touch encourages me and I scoot closer on the carpet, my tail curling around my belly to swish over my own nipples as I become even more aroused at your male scent up close. The taste on you on my tongue drives me crazy, starting to overcome my caution.

I still eye you a little uncertainly, not even sure who or what you are, but I can't seem to help myself as I flick out my tongue again. You can feel and see my tongue swirl around the head of your cock before it disappears into my mouth. I take about half of your seven inches down into my depths, my purr growing ever louder in the room. You moan in your chair and squirm your hips as you realize that the rumble from my purring is echoing nicely down the length of your cock as vibrations. My tail rubs languidly over my breasts and dips down over the top of my mound as I start to move my head up and down over you, my rough cat tongue stimulating the sensitive skin of your penis as it plunges in my mouth. I glide my paws up your thighs, my nails slightly poking out of my sheaths and dragging over your skin as I move closer to you.

You lean back in your chair and moan, grabbing my hair and forcing more of your length into my mouth. I lay back my ears, hiding them safely under my curtain of black hair as I purr even louder, the vibrations growing stronger on your cock because of it. My green eyes are glazed over from lust and wanting as I somehow manage to not break eye contact with you, your red eyes and my green ones locked together, as my mouth is to your cock. I stare directly into your eyes as you bore in and out of my mouth, small mewls interrupting my purr, my luscious lips gliding wetly up and down your shaft. 

I try to move carefully so as not to scrape you with my sharp little teeth, wanting nothing but soft, wet, hot pleasure to envelope you. I sit back on my ass and angle my hips towards you slightly. You are busy looking between my eyes and your cock being buried in my mouth, and you don't really notice the movements of my tail until it comes up and starts to tickle like velvet over your balls.

You jerk back for a split second before you melt, moving closer to me and spreading your legs, your pale, soft ass hanging off the edge of the seat as you urge your crotch closer to my ministrations. I wriggle between your legs, giving a low growl of triumph as your body gives into me. The role of control moving from your large but soft looking hands into my capable, furry ones. I bring my paws up around your hips and you feel my claws scratch against your skin as I drag you even further down the chair and closer to me.

I settle my mouth even further down your cock, almost taking you completely to the base now, my rough, kitty tongue moving frantically over the head of you with each thrust. Soft, silky breasts rub against your thighs and the top of your nuts, feeling like a soft fur blanket soothing your skin. My soft tail brushes around madly over your balls and over the base of your cock, coating them in pleasure. Suddenly, you feel the tip of my tail poking lightly at your anus. The fur of it brushes you softly, but the bone in it is still pressing insistently against you, sending thrills of pleasure up your body. The bone of my tail is too small to really hurt or stretch you, and the feeling of my fur stroking your sensitive skin there, in your most secret of places feels delicious. I purr louder, shivers running up and down your cock as I work your body, one paw even coming up to poke a claw playfully now and then at one of your dusty pink nipples which are standing up on your smooth, white, chiseled chest. You tense very slightly at this new stimulation but your worries are soon forgotten amongst the pleasure that my mouth and body are giving you. Unconsciously, you part your legs just a little bit more, opening yourself up to me, your head thrown back, and your black hair a soft shadow trailing down the back of your chair.

I reluctantly release your cock from my mouth for a moment and lean back, resting back on my paws. Soft, fuzzy breasts are arched up on the air, dark pink nipples pointing proudly up as I reach my paws back and grab my ankles, spreading my thighs wide in front of you. I lick my mouth, looking up into your eyes with a coy smile and moving my tail away from you and up my own thighs. Your helpless to look away as my tail moves closer and closer to the drenched mound of my pussy. The lips covered in short black hair are parted, the soft, pink insides showing, wet with my own musk. 

You watch in wonderment as I start to move it inside of myself, obviously never having been with a cat girl before, you watch me as I coat my tail in my own pussy juice. I yowl softly and throw my head back as it rams in and out of me, swirling deep inside of my box. I fuck myself in front of your eyes for a few minutes that seem to stretch out into an eternity. You can smell the musk of my wet pussy filling the room before I finally look back up at you and stop, pulling the now wet tail from deep inside my pussy and crawling back up towards you, my breasts jiggling with my movements. 

I glide my paws up your calves and over your knees as I spread the thighs that have closed slightly during my short absence. I flick my rough tongue once over your left nipple before moving my head back down, my hot breath blowing over the end of your dick. You feel your cock enter my mouth at the same time you feel my wet, hot tail poking back up between the globes of your ass. I insert it slowly, matching the speed that your dick enters into my mouth, my tongue swirls its way down your shaft, even as my tail spins its way up inside your body, rolling over the sensitive spot you have deep inside of you. 

I move my head all the way down over your cock, my sharp teeth poking at your groin before I start the up and down rhythm, milking you into my mouth, soft breasts and hard nipples are pressed against you, and I work with a passion. I am starving for the taste of your cum in my mouth and running down over my tits. My half growl and half purr is now echoing around the room, increasing your pleasure even more as your whole crotch seems to vibrate, overcome with so many sensations. I can taste the pre-cum coating the inside of my mouth, and I moan with excitement. 

I start to feel your dick harden in my mouth, pulsating with your approaching orgasm. I suck harder and faster, my tail swirling madly against the sweet spot inside of your body. My paws are braced on your thighs, the claws popping out in excitement and drawing small beads of blood standing out red on your pale skin. The smell of the fresh blood hits your nose and your senses go into overload. I wriggle my swollen pussy against the floor, waiting for the hot spurt of cum that I have longed for and have worked so hard for. I brace myself for the shot, wondering if you will reward me with a mouth full of your deliciousness or if you will paint my quivering breasts with it instead, your white hot cum standing out against sleek, black fur.

You suddenly roar as you hit the point of no return, your hands clenched on the arms of your chair. I feel you arch your hips, driving my tail deeper even inside of yourself as the first hot, salty spurt hits the roof of my mouth. I swallows it greedily, lessening my suction so as not to hurt your sensitive cock head. I whimper, grinding my pussy harder on the floor as I suckle on you like a baby, my tail slowing a little inside of you. I open my bright green eyes and fix them on you as you see rivulets of cum come out of the corners of my mouth and drip down over my breasts and nipples. My paws grasp at your thighs as I stare into your half-closed red eyes, drinking down every drop that your balls and cock have to give me. I slowly bathe your crotch with my tongue, washing away every drop of your semen, licking my lips to make sure I get it all. I finish and lean back, curling up on my hind legs as I grab my breasts in my paws and lovingly lick the cum off of them too, my purr winding down as I clean myself.



Fur and Mom



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Mom loves her furs and I love seeing her in them. Until she divorced my Dad three years ago she didn't get to wear them very much being too busy taking care of Dad's ego, his image and me of course. When Mom found out he had a barely nineteen year old woman from work that was taking care of his sex life she called a Lawyer. She happened to know a very good one. My Dad has a key position in a very prestigious computer software company and had lots of stock options as a part of his benefits package. 

Mom got 50% of those, the house, furnishings, all her furs, clothes and sole custody of me. She married him when she turned 18 and had me three months latter. He was twice her age and divorced. The first Ex wife got nothing but the street. Mom learned from her mistake. Good thing he had lots of money to make up for being so stupid. I'm glad Mom had me of course and so is she. He was always so nasty and verbally abusive to her. He even threatened her with physical harm and I hate him for it.

My Dad was hardly ever around and we fought all the time when he was. He's a real first rate ass hole. Mom and I never fight. I love my Mom and I'll do anything she wishes me to do. I'm so glad my Dad is not around anymore and that Mom's Lawyer got as much from him as he did. Mom cashed in and got over five million on the stock options, sold the big pretentious house my Dad had built and netted another three million. We got a very nice house for half a million in a very nice neighborhood near the University she and I like a lot better, far away from him. More affordable and nicer all around, particularly since I'm going to the University in Engineering. He's lucky he got away without having to pay alimony. Mom simply didn't want to ever have to deal with him ever again. She even changed our names to her maiden name. 

You see, the net net, as they say, means neither my Mom or I will ever have to earn another nickel the rest of our lives if we don't want to. To add insult to injury Dad's stock options lost 60% of their value shortly after Mom cashed hers in and they still haven't come up to their previous value. So we're actually wealthier than he is now give mom's wise reinvestments. Poetic justice.

Mom had bought Real Estate from the stock sale for greater future security. Mom is very good at Real Estate it turns out from all her efforts to reinvest and soon got her own Brokers license. It came from selling the big house then buying and selling several houses and commercial properties including our house. Mom took advantage of the many personal contacts she had when married and expanded them. 

Mom does have "presence" with her beauty and wonderful personality. She's very elegant, sophisticated and casual in the ways she wears her furs when she does which is often. Now that she's divorced seeing her dressed in them excites me to the extreme. Not only is she very beautiful but she's also very smart. For such a smart computer guy my Dad is really stupid.

When I say I love my Mom's furs I mean I have fondled myself with them from when I was about one and a half on. My first ejaculation was in my Mom's large and full big sleeved Sable coat. I thought I was going to blow up I was so excited and thrilled with the rush. I have been totally addicted every since and can't live without her furs. 

Also when I say I love my Mom, I mean that in the fullest meaning, wanting to make love to her and have intercourse with my Mom. I dream and fantasize over her all the time. The fact that my Mom is also a drop-dead-gorgeous auburn haired five foot ten beauty doesn't help to dampen my desires in the least. She looks 20 not just turning 36. I just turned 18 and am already six two so we are built for each other ... in my dreams anyway. When we are out together folks think she is my sister or girlfriend. I don't attempt to correct them and neither does Mom it seems. She has to dress up for business to look old enough and serious enough. When she dresses down for our casual ventures out together she looks like a very sexy teen age girl, particularly with her sexy hoodie girl furs.

Mom has been masturbating a lot lately. I know because I can now hear her at night in the smaller house. Her Bed Room is right next to mine. I sneak a fur or two in my room and masturbate at night when she does fantasizing we are making love in the furs together. 

Having access to her furs is not at all difficult since Mom has always been rather casual with not hanging up her furs or anything else. She'll try on several before deciding which to wear for the day, shrugging off the others like a bath robe wherever she may be in the house. She will walk around the house modeling her furs for me asking me which she should wear while I'm holding a bundle of furs she's rejected. After I choose for her, she kisses me and is gone on her mission. She sometimes goes through half a dozen coats and maybe redressing altogether before deciding. She kisses me extra long and is out the door. The door no sooner closes before I am naked and fucking all those wonderful furs in the Living Room with wild abandon, her perfume still in the air. She's in them, in my fantasy, her kiss still fresh on my lips.

Since I frequently pick up her furs and hang them back up in her closet all the time, chiding her for not picking up after herself .. seeing me with her furs is no big surprise. I pick up after her, in general, all the time. I certainly don't mind at all. Detouring one or two of her furs to my Bed Room for a day or two is unnoticed since she has so many. Handling and fondling her clothes all the time has always been a very special thrill. She's thankful for my care of her and her things, giving me extra nice long kisses for my efforts. My thoughts are that I will gladly earn those kisses whenever and as often as I can. Positive reinforcement. Drop as many as you please Mom. Actually I have always, even at a very early age, been very attentive to my Mother and she has always rewarded me. It has become an element of the bond between us. 

She has not dated anyone since the divorce and she wasn't getting much before from Dad, hence, the divorce. Mom must be big time horny by now. I think about her all the time now. I pound my pud with her furs and with a thick nine inch cock it gets tiring and sometimes my hand starts to cramp. I think of doing it in the furs with my Mom constantly and I know she would like that since they are her furs. 

When she wears her furs around me she strokes them sensuously and puts her furry arms around me or in my arm when we are out. She hugs me most anywhere with a big smile. Mom has always hugged me extra long with kisses while wearing her furs. Frequently my excitement level gets so high I cum in my shorts in her embrace. The first few times I did it I was sure she was going to notice and really get on my case but she didn't seem to notice and after a while I began to look forward to when she would. I began making excuses over school work problems or a girlfriend problem that nearly guarantees a wet shorts hug in her furs. Mom really turns me on and it's very thrilling the way she strokes and fondles me with her furs when she holds me. I can't keep myself from doing it with her soft furring hugs. It is like an addiction she's so willing to fulfill. I know I should feel guilt or shame but it vanishes with her furry touch.

Though I have had sex with several of my girlfriends over the past few years it doesn't compare with cuming in my pants in my Mothers arms. I've even tried to cajole my girlfriends into sex with furs and they were not very interested, thinking it was too strange or they were anti fur. My girlfriend relationships haven't lasted very long.

Mom and I have grown much closer since her divorce and my desires for her are reaching a breaking point. Mom knows I love her beauty and how she looks in her furs. I tell her how beautiful she is in her furs often. Dad never did. He would say how stupid she was over her furs and how she wasn't hard enough on me, that I was going to end up as a wimp or pansy ass or both. He's nasty to everyone around him. I don't see how they keep employees for him unless he's screwing them. One reason Mom got so much help from his 'friends' from their marriage. More than one was glad to see it happen and are now her friends and no longer his.

I thought Mom was out shopping a few days ago when I was fucking her big full length and heavenly cloud soft Chinchilla coat on my bed fully nude. It's one of hers and my favorites. I was fantasizing Mom wearing it making love to her. I was moaning rather loudly since I knew she wasn't home. I was wrong. 

My door swung opened and Mom was standing there in all her five foot ten beauty and with a kind of nonchalant manner she walks over next to the bed. She had a thin cashmere T shirt with no bra and light silk shorts. At that moment she might as well have been nude. She came in at the point of no return of my excitement, becoming the real object of my ejaculation. I rolled on my back and shot cum all over my chest and face not getting any on the fur. I learned to do that shortly after my first ejaculation. My Mom's nipples magically pushed out her T shirt. Mom has very prominent nipples that I can still remember from nursing on them. I have wanted them in my mouth again every since. She said I was hard to wean. In an exasperated, not angry, tone; 

"Thank god you didn't get any on the Chinchilla. Do you know how much it costs to clean?" 

My whole body blushed.

"Yes Mom" as I squeezed out the last drops of cum, still shaking from my climax. I thought this was it with the furs and I'm in the shit house for sure. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Mom. 

"How long have you been doing this with my furs?" 

I never lie to my Mom. I don't always tell her everything but, when confronted, I never lie. She is never hard on me with discipline. 

"All my life Mom, well since puberty. I love them. I'm not gay or anything like that, I just love your furs more than anything else." 

"I'm gad to see you still tell me the truth. Why didn't you tell me you loved them?" 

"I always thought it was strange or abnormal somehow and not Manly. Dad always chided you on your furs and I thought if he did that then my loving them must be truly strange, besides I don't know anyone else that seems to share this interest, like none of my girlfriends are at all excited by them. They think it's strange." 

"Your Dad is the "strange and abnormal" one. He was not very good when he did make love to me, more like raped me. God you have a huge cock! Twice your Dad's. Your girlfriends? Well .. none have been worthy of your love for starters." 

I'm getting real uncomfortable at this point, still nude with cum all over me and I'm starting to get chilled from the coolness in the room or from the situation or both. 

"Mom can I at least clean up?" getting some sense of recovery. 

Mom's bullet nipples are still pushing out her soft T shirt even further as the cashmere forms around them and the crotch of her shorts have become wet. They are thin white silk and I can clearly see her dark muff through them now that they are so wet. She must not have on panties. Mom is getting turned on over me!!! I never saw her like that and my cock jumps to full size again even with the chill. 

I went into the Bath Room and washed off the cum. When I returned to the room Mom had the Chinchilla wrapped around her turned inside out and her skimpy clothes were on the floor. She's sitting on the edge of my bed clearly getting off on the fur rubbing it between her thighs and rubbing the big full fur hood all over her head and face and fondling her nipples with the fur. I swear she's smelling where I was jerking off and with a big smile on her face. I'm immediately fully extended, dripping again with throbbing and aching scrotum. I stand before her on my bed still in the buff. As I do her hand reaches over on to my thigh with the Chinchilla and she begins to caress my thigh and crotch, the fur rubbing softly against my cock and scrotum. My mother is coming on to me and I'm helpless, breathing heavily. 

"Mom?" she ignores me. The Chinchilla is so soft I can barely feel it but it has me instantly producing pre cum and stiff as a rail. Mom leans forward, gently and carefully licks the blob from my cock head, her hair sweeping over my hips and cock. My heart jumps, my cock jumps at the sensations and grows bigger yet ... She looks up into my eyes as she flicks her tongue with the blob of pre cum on its tip into her mouth. 

"You are so sweet a child and your mother needs and wants your love and essence as badly as you want your Mother ... It's sooo wrong but so right". 

I'm frozen with surprise and excitement about to shoot another load across the room.

"Please carry me to my Room."

I sweep her up in my arms as I have dreamed of so many times with her arms around my neck kissing my cheek and neck as we go. 

I have been in here often to get furs for my enjoyment and occasionally when I knew Mom was gone for quite a while. I would relieve my sexual passions in her Lynx bed spread. Rubbing my cock and scrotum in the Lynx takes me to another world. She got it on Dad's credit card just before filing the papers. I never thought of it in terms of her enjoyment and sexual release but it is hitting me that it is not a coincidence she has one on her bed. She must use it to masturbate at night? 

I gently lay her in the Lynx and am standing beside her gazing down at her laying in the Lynx, mesmerized over her sweet beauty in the fur as she is writhing around in it with her legs spread wide apart in full display stroking the long fur up into her crotch lovingly. 

"I suppose you have had your way with my Lynx spread as well?" 

"Yes Mom I have and it is awesome". 

"Yes indeed it is." 

And with that she jerks my arm and I stagger forward, falling into the Lynx spread-eagle on my face. I am immediately writhing in it having been there before, my cock and scrotum buried in the Lynx again. I'm supercharged. She throws the incredible Sable coat at me in mock anger. 

"I suppose you have had your way with this as well? You would be a fool if you have not." 

"Yes Mom I have. My first ejaculation and it was the most wonderful of all ... well they are all wonderful. I can't really make up my mind which I like best." 

I have the Sable around me instinctively fondling myself with it. She is fondling her crotch with the Chinchilla, the coat wide open, flaunting her gorgeous body to me, getting herself very aroused, writhing and stroking herself with the furs. 

"You are very fortunate my child because you don't have to choose. Your Mother loves furs in the same way as her son and who would I be to deny you any of the pleasures that you so love." 

With that she begins to fondle me all over with the Sable and Chinchilla driving me insane as I'm writhing in the Lynx. I had rolled over facing up to her and my cock was like a dock piling receiving wonderful Sable fondling from my Mom. I had always had to fondle myself. Having someone do it to me, my mother yet, was sending me into extreme ecstasy, like in my dreams. I didn't know what to do with my Mom seducing me?

She is kneeling in the bed beside me now as she fondles me. "You know I tried to get your Father to make love to me with the furs and he thought it was disgusting and not macho enough for him as he accused you. That is why he made those comments. Do you think it is disgusting my son?"

She's fondling and massaging my cock and scrotum in an undulating cocoon of Sable. I'm going out of my mind with the sensations, near ejaculation and having great difficulty speaking. 

"No Mom, you can do this to me any time you like. What do you want me to do for you?" 

"Soon my son but it looks like you have a problem cuming up. Would you make love to your poor Mom in the furs?" 

"Oh yes yes yes Mom" I eagerly responded, my juices flowing through me and about to erupt from my throbbing cock.

With that Mom comes down on my cock sliding it into her mouth, well down on it sucking hard, wrapping her tongue around it. I'm feeling all the fluids from every extremity of my body, my very being, flowing between her soft lips. Large shots of cum shoot deep into her beautiful mouth and into Mom's throat, pulsing hard as I am holding and stroking her soft auburn haired head and the soft skin of her face with the furs adding to my drive. 

She sucks it fully into her with slurping and sucking sounds further adding to my body's wracking pulses. I'm stoned in the ultimate high of a powerful ejaculation wrapped in magnificent furs with the woman I love. 

I collapse having had the most powerful ejaculation of my life. 

I think Mom had an orgasm too. She had her hand over her crotch and muff and she shook and jerked around some when I went off. Her hand came up very wet.

"You just lie there for a bit and rest. I'll take care of things for you right now." Mom continued fur fondling me and licking my cock clean smiling at me as she did but not as intensely as before and then she slowly began to move the furs over my body, rubbing her face and hair over me like she is examining and admiring my body. It feels very good and oddly relaxing while being stimulated. Mom has things to say and what a way to listen particularly since she has broken down the door. 

"You know I have known of your fur escapades for quite a long time. I made sure you had easy access to the furs, leaving them laying around the house. Easy for you to take and making situations for you to keep them with you. I was wondering and hoping where it would lead you, hoping it would come to this. I have had these desires myself long before meeting your Father. That is probably one reason I married him was to have lots of furs. I thought I could fur seduce him but he is such a self centered and arrogant prick. He is totally insensitive to such pleasures. Sex is a power trip for him and without love or real passion. When we had sex he would knock me around to assert his authority."

"So he did physically abuse you! I always suspected as much."

"That's what drove me to take him for all I could. Not the little bitch he was fucking. He never made me fell sexy very long after he got me pregnant with you. That's the main reason I divorced him, not the bimbo he was screwing. That was a real good excuse with ample evidence to take him for all I could."

"I'm really glad you could take him for so much. Not for greed but to hurt him where he feels the pain."

"Believe me he knows you detest him and if he feels anything for anyone, that hurts him."

"I'm glad I could get to him in however small a way."

"Sweetie, even as a small boy you always made me fell sexy and I think that got to your father more than anything. You loved me in my furs even then and would run over and wrap your arms around my legs and hug me in my fur. I would pick you up and smother you in my fur coat making sure you were totally satiated particularly when you were still nursing. Sometimes you would never let go and I would hold you for hours. Even then I would get wet from my juices. I often nursed you wearing my furs nude. You were making me orgasm even then. My shame made me stop but I never wanted to and I continued to fur hug you as you well know. It was as intimate as you probably fantasized. I knew fur would lead you here and both of us away from him." 




Fur and Mom



Mom leaned over and kissed me. At first just gently on the lips like always but she lingered and slowly parted my lips with her tongue running it into my mouth deeply. My heart is racing with excitement. I instinctively open wide and took her into me, inhaling her, running my tongue around hers with sweet sucking kisses. We did this for what seemed an eternity. I'm getting very hard again with even more painful scrotum begging release.

"I have dreamed of this day for years. You have no idea how much I have wanted you this way. Particularly when I knew for sure you loved my furs as strongly as me. Eventually when I hugged you I could tell you had an erection and I took great pleasure, as I am sure you did as well. So I made the hugs longer and more intense for your pleasure and to cement our relationship. It was so sweet when you began to ejaculated in my arms as we hugged in my furs. Your climaxes were so sweet as I hugged you close to me. With your first one I was caught so off guard that I had and orgasm as well. Latter I allowed myself to have more. If you remember we hugged and kissed a lot when I divorced your Dad." 

"I know Mom, I creamed my shorts more than once." 

"I know. Fondling myself knowing you had used my furs for pleasure and masturbation made it particularly exciting for me, often with your soiled shorts. I was often embarrassed and ashamed but helpless with you around. I was compelled to hug and kiss you and made sure you could hear me masturbate at night. I could only imagine what you were doing." 

"So you planned today?" 

"Like you son, I cannot tell a lie. Why would I have another man when I knew my son wanted me as badly and in the same way as I wanted him?" 

"I want to be in you Mom, now, please." 

"You don't have to beg son." 

She leaned over me and began kissing me again holding my head in her fur wrapped hands, smothering me with furs and kisses. I was already about to explode. I worked at holding back, something I had already begun to work on fondling myself with the furs. It makes the ejaculation much stronger and intense. I was getting pretty good at it and now is the time to make it work to its maximum. 

My wildest fantasies are coming true, fur, sex and Mom. As Mom kisses me I begin fur fondling her wonderful tits, pinching her nipples through the fur which elicited a soft moan from her even as we kissed. I reach down between her thighs after fondling her with the Chinchilla. She is very wet. Her muff is so soft and as I fondle it I slide a finger into her slit. She jumps slightly and moans. Her hand goes down to mine pushing my finger into her deeper. I add another finger. Mom is still very tight even though she had me and my Dad sure didn't over work her vagina. 

She's like the young women/girls I've seen on the porn sites with the tight clits. As tight as any of my girlfriends that I have had including the virgin last week. I can't believe it! Mom is rocking back and forth on my fingers now with moans and a very ethereal look on her face. She must be as excited as I am having someone else do the work. 

"Oh son!! Don't stop, please." 

"Mom, you don't have to beg." I retorted quietly, straight into her ear as I take it in my lips inserting my tongue in her ear. She goes into a spasm near orgasm. I slide my stiff rod into her dripping wet vagina as I pulled her down on top of me. She shudders again gasping. She's more gorgeous than ever with her beautiful hair swinging with her motions.

"We are complete my son and I am so happy. You fill me in every way". 

My cock is immersed in her very tight twat and I roll over on top of her, ramming my full nine up to my scrotum and against her cervix. A perfect fit. She moans loudly, a tenth pain nine tenths ecstasy. I slowly begin to move in and out letting her adjust to my filling her so completely. I fondle her breasts with the Sable and Chinchilla squeezing them and pinching her nipples through the furs. She moans and shudders under me her vagina contracting around me squeezing and milking my cock with every pinch of her nipple. I strain to hold back as hard as I can. I am cuming soon in my local Mother. Mom is starting to buck up into me now that she has adjusted and she is already approaching her own climax. 

"OH SON OH SON RAM ME HARD!!!" 

With that I give her everything I have. Mother told me to. She is rammed hard and fast, sliding in the furs adding to her stimulation. I'm Sable fondling her for all I'm able as well. She is moaning, grunting and bucking harder yet in what seems like forever. 

"OH OH OH OH please don't ever stop this!!!" 

Mom convulses, bug eyed, with what seems like a seizure gasping and crying for it seems minutes. I shoot huge mother loads of cum against her cervix wall like cannon shots. It is oozing out around my cock there is so much. I grab a towel and put it under us to protect the furs. Old habits. 

"Mom .. you're more beautiful than ever!!!"

I lean over and begin sucking the nipples I've wanted for so long. Mom shudders again with the sensations reaching her vagina, clamping even tighter around my cock, consuming those glorious nipples as I do causing me to ejaculate even more. She moans and sighs so sweetly. So much more sensual and loving than any of my girl screws.

I keep moving in and out of her. She closes her eyes again and starts breathing heavier once more. Mom has stayed turned on. I can keep this up all day!!! She said not to stop and I always do what Mom says. Still with her eyes closed ... 

"You are so far past your Father as a lover it shames him. I cannot believe you are this good and doing this to me ... worth the wait." 

She drifts off again into another state of bliss. I am totally focused on pleasing my Mom and my cock is in paradise. What more could a guy ask for?? With the Sable now draped over me caressing my body, I'm getting very turned on again. My cock still firmly planted between Mom's thighs. My fondling her tits, now with Chinchilla and the pinching of her nipples is having the desired effect. She is jerking me off with her vagina muscles making a kind of sustained singing sound. 

I quickly withdraw my cock and flip my Mom over, face into the Lynx. She responds lifting her butt high and I ram deep into her soaking wet vagina with a single stroke, straddling her thighs and clamping her buttocks and thighs tightly between my thighs. Never done this before!! 

I ram my shaft deep into her well, stimulating places in her never touched before with my scrotum rubbing against her muff and labia, squeezing her butt between my thighs tightly. Full sex parts contact. I pump her sweet pussy with vigor and Mom is moaning in a deeper tone as never before. I'm slamming against her cervix again and she's bucking counter to my pounding of her vagina, smashing her labia to my scrotum. The harder I pound the harder she bucks and the deeper in the furs I drive her. She's stroking the furs pulling them around her face, burying herself in them. Mom is groaning and grunting loudly with each ramming but muffled by the furs. Finally we both launch into a cataclysmic mutual orgasm lasting forever it seems. 

Mom starts to subside but I am still rock hard and far from done with this position. I really like it. My cock is so deep, tight and warm in her I can stay stiff forever in this place. I don't break stride and increase my pace, pounding away as I lapse into a trance like state myself, numb to all except my cock buried deep in her soft, snug and wonderful cave. Mom is begging for mercy and fiercely counter bucking me for all she's worth at the same time. 

"Please Oh god please ... I can't stop ... my orgasm is ... oh god ... please fuck me harder." 

My orgasm hits like a thunderbolt with spasms of cum flooding Mom. I couldn't stop ramming her if my life depended on it. She is writhing her hips around my cock as I continue to pound away and she is still begging for mercy. I blow twice what went before like there is an endless supply of cum inside me. Pulsing ejaculations continue for what seems like hours with Mom still contracting around my cock in orgasmic spasms. Mom and I finally collapse totally spent into the furs, breathing heavy. I finally pull out of her with a sucking pop.

"You sure fucked Mom over good today. You do that to me again and I will punish you like never before." 

"Is that a promise Mom?" 

"You bet it is and you won't like the punishment. You will love it. Clamping my butt like that is new for me. Where did you learn that?" 

"It was inspired by the wondrous butt before me. I've always loved your ass and I thought of how warm and secure my cock would be like that and how I could reach deeper into you." 

"Don't you ever stop doing that to me, please. It is the finest fuck I have ever experienced." 

As we lay there I continue to suck on her nipples, savoring their firm and generous size. No wonder I don't want to stop. I fondle her labia with a free hand. She is fur fondling me as I do. Sable around my head and face. One of my favorite things. Now I know why I love it so. We keep each other tuned up. 

"I could go for a long time off that one round. You were magnificent Son. You filled me in every way possible. God your cock is magnificent!! you really know how to satisfy me in so many other ways. How did you know?" 

"I've had a long time to think about it, a lifetime of careful examination of your body. I would wonder what would please you the most, thinking about your body and thinking of things I know you like and why you like them. Besides I didn't want to let go of your tits in the first place." 

"You're right about that and I'm sorry I stopped you. As I said I was always sexually satisfied when you were sucking them and I haven't been since you stopped. I was always sexually satisfied when you nursed since my nipples are connected to my vagina like a pull chord and I haven't been sexually satisfied until now. You can suck my tits any time you like. Your Father certainly did little to satisfy me and he refused to suck me anywhere. He said it was too demeaning to him. What a pale last place he is. You have TOTALLY satisfied me today." 

As she was speaking I slid down between her thighs and began to pull on her labia with my lips, snapping them and then running my tongue over her clitoris finding the magic button. Mom jumped again. 

"Sorry ... spoke too soon!!!" 

As she spoke she was already panting and quivering with early mini orgasms. 

"I can shave for you?" 

I buried my face in her soft muff, taking in her aroma and sucking her vagina hard my tongue flitting into her sending her into a deeper and quicker orgasm. She then had my head wrapped in the Sable pulling my face tighter into her. She convulsed again in an unbelievable orgasm as strong as the last cock inspired orgasm, her sweet juices flowing freely over my face as I lick her clean. She continues to spasm as I do. 

"Don't you dare shave. I love your muff. It's so lush and sexy. The saved women on the porn sites look strange. One of my girlfriends I diddled was shaved and it sure felt strange." We finally fall asleep in each others arms in the furs totally exhausted. 

I woke the next morning still in Mom's bed in the furs. I could hear her in the Kitchen. I got up and showered. I didn't bother to put anything on. Modesty?? I drape a thick and wonderfully soft White Fox coat over my shoulders. It's a bit chilly. It's like Mom bought her furs big so they work for the grown up me as well. I was already stiff thinking about the furs and last night wiping pre cum off and stroking myself with the soft thick Fox.

Mom is making breakfast. She's at the Kitchen sink with the Sable draped around her naked body. Similar modesty. I'm barefoot and she doesn't hear me as I come up behind her lifting up the Sable as I approached. I don't pause from my walking gate as I impale her on my stiff essence deep into her up to my scrotum in a single stroke. 

In that instant I grab her tits through the Sable. She gives a deep gasping inhale, throwing back her head on my shoulder with her mouth open, wide eyed. I stick my fingers in the corner of her mouth and she begins sucking on them moaning in ecstasy as I ram into her pinned against the counter. 

"Oh rape mama baby!!" as she begins bucking against my cock already well on her way to orgasm. She must have already been excited? 

"Does Mommy like getting fucked at the Kitchen Sink?" 

"Fuck me anywhere you wish, just fuck me all the time." 

"All the times I have watched you, stiff with my desires to do what we are now doing, admiring your gorgeous and luscious body." I'm grabbing her tits in a strong grip, squeezing them and she moans loudly .. 

"Mama teased you with my motions and furs ... always wet with desire for you. I was anticipating you this morning, how you were going to take me. Oh fuck your Mama baby ... fuck me all the time ... oh god mamma's cuming big". 

Mom is hit with a powerful orgasm. I pull out in the middle of it turning her around and reenter from front hugging her tighter yet pushing her back against the counter, grabbing her buttocks through the Sable and pushing me into her deeper yet. I hold her up as she wraps her legs around my waist pulling me tighter yet into her as we kiss with deep penetrating kisses. 

I bounce her up and down on my shaft, driving deep into her. Her arms around me, the Fox, skin to skin in front, ravaged in the middle of the Kitchen wrapped in furs like a crazed rapist. Basic and primal. Mom explodes with another massive convulsive cock wringing orgasm as I shoot her so full of cum it makes squishing noises and is running down my thighs. 

"Baby sure likes fucking mommy in fur doesn't he?" 

"I don't know that I could ever get enough of you." 

I continue to ravage her banging her hard and furious against the counter for long minutes after minutes like I am reaching for yet a more powerful orgasm. Mom is in a near faint of orgasmic ecstasy one piled on the other. Suddenly from nowhere and everywhere a massive, convulsive ejaculation begins to flow into my Mother from deep within her Son. Burst after burst of hot steaming cum filling her and flowing down both my legs. I nearly drop her as I am suddenly so weak and exhausted. 

As I let her feet to the floor Mom continues to cling to me kissing me, her arms still around my neck,with a flood of kisses and I groggily respond. It is like we are of one body, melded and fused together once again like reentering her womb. It seems last night was just the beginning of our experiences and life together. This morning we went to another level of raging passion with each other. After kissing, hugging and stroking each other we gradually regained our senses and composure. 

Except for us both being nude in furs it's a normal morning as we sit and eat, chatting about some more of our feelings, our activities and what is on the agenda. 

"I have to confess that I've always been as provocative around you as I could even though often unconsciously. So if you were wondering if your Mom was sexier around you than the Mom's of your friends you were right". 

"I'm sorry if I did something you didn't like." 

"You know now I have wanted for you to make love to me for a long time now though I had no idea what I was in for. This morning I was still wet with desire, near orgasm from last night and when you took me it was a rape fantasy come true. I am totally thrilled. I want you now so bad I can taste you. You take me anywhere or time any way you wish. What an experience to go from sea level to orbit in less than a second!!!" 

"I have been going out of my mind wanting to make love to you yet wracked with guilt but not caring at the same time. I'm so glad we are beyond that now. Your Son is going to live with his Mother from now on if she will have me". 

"You are Mama's boy forever." 

We decided to turn my room into a home office and media room since the fiber optic jack is there for my computer and it's just the right amount of space for us both with lounge area as well. We can watch TV, videos, porn and fur porn together on two big 50 inch flat screens I have hooked up to my computer. Two at the same time if we wish. We can do this while fur fondling each other from the comfort of a new fur endowed large suede leather sofa. We keep the door locked when not in use. It is our private love room. 

I catch Mom by surprise and we initiated the room with fast and furious clamped butt fucking as the night before on the new couch. There is plenty of space in the Master Bed Room Closet for all our clothes. We christen the closet also with wild sex among the furs. Another of my fantasies realized, getting caught masturbating in her fur closet. Mom fur rapes Son to teach him a lesson. 

For image and propriety we set up a Stage Set "Son's" room in the finished attic for visitors. Actually my new Study. I just don't sleep there.

After a very long day, our first day of life as lovers, we shower together for bed. Mom is already in the shower calling for me to wash her back. 

"Mom, you don't need an excuse for me to be with you in the shower." 

No sooner am I in the shower than we are in a full embrace with the water caressing our bodies as we kiss passionately. I ask her to turn around so I can wash her back. After a few moments of soaping her down I have her pinned against the shower wall impaled on my rigid cock from behind again. Both of us like this the best. She's instantly in a very high state of ecstasy knowing she was going to be there from the moment she called me. We finish our fucking shower. We're standing in the bath room embracing and I towel her down as an act of worship, letting Mom know by deed and action that I truly worship her. She towels me down, pausing to take my still rigid cock into her mouth and strokes it with her lips for a moment, not to give me a blow job but in wonder and admiration of her Son's essence. 

"To think this came from my loins and has now returned to them giving me more pleasure than I could ever have imagined". 

We continue to bed. I take her by the hips and admiringly, ceremonially lay her back in the lynx. She lets a short quiet gasp of excited stimulation from the fur, like it's the first time she has experienced it settling deep into its soft and welcoming warmth. The Lynx caresses her entire body riding up between her thighs enveloping and caressing her vagina. She's softly sighing like a virgin with these sensations. She slowly closes her eyes as she knows she is to be ravaged. Tonight I will ravage in a worshipful way, our first night together as lovers, not from just the pure passion that races through us both as we broke the taboo last night, as wonderful and exciting as it was.

She's laying the length of our very large bed with me at her feet. I'm admiring her beautiful body finally realizing more fully that we truly are lovers now. She slowly spreads her legs, raising her knees expecting to be passionately ravaged with the anticipation burning in her eyes. I fall forward, my face in the Lynx inches below her Temple, sliding my face through her muff taking in her sweet aroma and erotic softness. Mom's hips jump slightly at my touch and is already quietly sighing and whimpering mouthing quietly .. 

"Son, I love you" .. as I slowly run my tongue up her swollen labia, slowly and softly fondle her breasts and nipples with the Chinchilla that she and I so love. 

Her moans intensify and I can feel her clitoris contract. Tonight will be an eternity for us as I take it slow and smoothly. She will know in the morning that her Son truly worships her very being not just as her Son. She is the sole focus of tonight's very soft ravaging. Mom has already lifted her hips to me wanting me to consume her, ravage, rape, fuck her with my cock. 




Fur and Mom



I slowly take her into my mouth and consume her essence with strong suctioning with my tongue exploring her vagina as deep as possible. She is immediately flooding my face with her juices in anticipation of my taking her, giving herself to her Son who obediently licks her clean and dry. I lay partly over her right thigh and begin fondling her Temple with the Chinchilla. Mom moans, her mouth open wide and her eyes still closed. Part of the fur I slowly stroke deeper into her slit which elicits a deep and louder moan as her hips begin to quiver. My other hand has part of the fur still fondling her tits and nipples. Pinching them softly through the fur. Mom is now riding the fur between her thighs. 

"Mom, I worship and adore you. You deserve this worship." I said quietly. 

Mom is clearly riding a large and sustained orgasmic wave as she quivers faster and stronger, moving her hips up and down slowly. I move my other hand from her breasts to fur fondling her butt, running the Chinchilla between her cheeks and over her anus. She jumps at the new sensations with a deeper and louder moan. Her spread thighs, hips, ass and vagina being totally engulfed in the Chinchilla. She is experiencing the dream of her Son bringing her these pleasures. Mom is hit with a massive orgasmic finale exploding with a loud scream and intense humping of the hand driven fur in her vagina. I move the fur away and capture her gushing juices flowing from her Temple as she collapses in the Lynx. 

"Oh Son thank you for your devotion. I am satisfied beyond belief. Having you do this to me, for me is as wonderful and and exciting as the sensations themselves." 

I continued to fondle her body all over but with the Sable and a wonderful Silver Fox coat. Another mutual favorite. 

"Mom, please put this on for me." 

She sits up in the bed and slips the Silver Fox on and my already stiff boner doubles in size from the vision of her magnificence in the Fox over her nude form. How many times in my fantasies have I dreamed this image as I ejaculated with this magnificent fur. She smiles at me stroking the fur and rubbing it over her breasts with her lips slightly parted. I'm unconsciously stroking my wand with the Chinchilla as I watch her. She's performing for me as she kneels on all four with her butt to me lifting the fur just above her swollen labia, the big Fox Tail of the shawl hanging over her labia, the fur framing her gorgeous ass and looking ever so coy over her shoulder at me licking her lips slowly, knowing the power of her image to me. The look on my face must be something. She turns facing me again with her legs spread wide fully exposing herself to me and fondles her tits with the Fox again and runs a finger up her wet labia moaning and puts it to her lips. 

"Son you are so magnificently endowed. Show me your fluids that Mommy loves so much. Oh to see your swelling and beautiful cock has mommy wet with desire." 

She's writhing in the Lynx and fondling herself with the Fox, her legs spread wide for my viewing pleasure. The head of my cock swelling to enormous size as she slides into and orgasm as do I. Before my first shot is fired Mom is on it taking in my flood of desire for her. 

I am immediately wrapped in Sable and on my Mom. She is groaning with pleasure and joy as she has her Son's essence in her loins. We gaze softly and passionately at each other as we make love, humping slowly and lustfully admiring each other as we are fully entwined. Savoring the small shuddering motions of our bodies with our eyes caressing each other with the accompanying expressions. Truly knowing each other in the fullest sense. I fondle her constantly as we move with each other watching her savor the sensations and slowly reach one then another and another softly shuddering orgasms. 

"Please Son please ravage me please put me through the roof." 

She rolls over her face in the Lynx thrusting her hips up to receive me. Mom knows what she wants and who am I to refuse her? I'm deep into her with a single stroke in the clamped butt position, rapidly pumping her as she is almost instantly into her first orgasm. She was well up there with our previous love making and clearly wants the top of her head to come off. I ravage her endlessly it seemed to where there was no separation between our orgasms. I ejaculated what seemed an endless flow into her. Her moans softened and she is weeping after a while but her bucking betrayed her intentions. 

"Oh god my Son is wonderful and worships his Mother, she is so thankful he fucks her."

I attend to fur fondling her in this frenzy of fucking. "Mom are you OK?" 

"Tears of joy, tears of joy. I am so happy, you make me so happy. You have taken me to another place that I love my sweet lover."

We simply wore out and the intensity gradually subsided. We slid apart and lay side by side. 

"Son, you own me now, you know this?" 

"Yes Mom and you have always owned me. You know I have always worshiped and loved you and have done everything you have asked of me. I have come to you because you wanted me and I had to be with you."

We fur fondle each other softly, hugging deep in the furs. We fall asleep in each others arms into our soft and loving life together.

Mom said she'll look for men's furs I can wear or that I can buy them over the Internet if I see something I want. She'll have ones made for me if I want something special we can't find. She wants to see me in fur all the time now, even in public. 

I suggested fur lined fur bathrobes for us. We have them as soon as they could be made. Hers is Blue Fox reversible to Chinchilla and mine is Fisher reversible to sheared Phantom Beaver. We may get others. Wearing them to bed on the several reversible fur spreads we now have is a very short walk and hump to heaven.

We sometimes screw in the car or a secluded public area in our furs from time to time. We both get a thrill from it. She said she had dreams of being screwed that way most of her life. We freely indulge each others fantasies in whatever course it takes us. None are destructive or harmful in any way. 

She loves my cock in her as often as possible. We sometimes hug nude and I am often in her warm moist cave, not necessarily for intercourse but kind of a part of hugging and kissing. Mom loves for me to be there. I'm quite stiff frequently so it doesn't require special attention to satisfy us. 

We almost always wear our fur robes around the house and we are often engaged in intercourse. Sex frequently will happen any time any place in the house. My Mom is making up for all those lonely nights and I have my cock where I have been dreaming for it to be for a long time. In my Mom's tight pocket and in our furs. We are turned on around each other all the time. 

Mom wanted this when she married my Dad but he wouldn't have any of that pansy ass shit as he put it. What a looser despite all his "success". 

Mom is always satisfied now as we adore each other, furs and fucking. We often fall asleep screwing at night or on the couch watching TV or a porn movie. You might say we have a long term relationship in mind as I have no interest in the girls at College or anywhere else for that matter. I love the furs, I love my Mom and will do anything she tells me. 

A complete and total Mama's boy.



Fur Coat and No Knickers



As you know Chris likes to take photos of me in public places when I am wearing very few clothes and quite often I oblige him by wearing just a coat with nothing underneath it. Well this is the story of one such outing on a winter Sunday afternoon to the small town of Tenterden not far away. This time Chris also had the video camera with him. I wore my fur coat as it was very close to Christmas and this coat keeps me nice and snug especially as under it I was naked except for stockings and suspenders. Well you have probably all heard the expresion "Fur coat and no knickers" well I don't know it's origin but in my case it is quite true but also in my case it is also no bra and no dress either.

We walked around the town and down to the Steam Railway Station where we stopped for a coffee in the restaurant and then watched the Santa Steam Special leave for Rolvenden. I felt very daring sitting in a crowded restaurant surounded by people, drinking our coffee and knowing that under my fur coat I was naked, my tits and cunt were completely bare, all that In wore under that coat were stockings and suspenders. I felt so sexy. I wondered just what the other people in the restaurant would think if they knew that except for my coat I was naked. While we sat there I opened my coat and flashed a bare nipple at Chris.

We walked back to the car park where I undid the coat and then took it right off to stand by the car while Chris did some filming. I was standing stark naked except for my stockings, in a public car park. My nipples were erect and excited. Legs spread to show my clean-shaven, pouting, moist, pussy, open and on full display for the camera. After a few minutes of this, I was getting cold standing with no clothes, my nipples were getting so hard they felt as if they would snap off well it was December air so I put my coat back on and off we went to the next stop.

We travelled just a few miles down the A28 to Rolvenden where there is a Motor Museum which houses the worlds largest collection of old Morgan cars, mostly three wheelers. We paid our entrance fee and went through the antique shop to the museum which is housed in a large building at the back of the shop. We were the only people there and Chris did some filming of the cars while I provided the commentary by reading the information on the card about each one aloud so that I could be heard by the camera's mic. It was warmer in here so I suggested that perhaps Chris would like it if I took my coat off for him to film some more of me as a naked reporter. Whilst Chris filmed I did my strip taking my coat off again and walked naked around the museum with my coat slung nonchalantly over my shoulder. I posed, legs spread wide for Chris' video and his compact camera. My tits and nipples were on full view as was my very excited shaven cunt. I was really aroused, my cunt was juicing up, the lips swollen, my clitoris erect I was like a cat on heat. I looked through the large, glass, double doors and to my horror saw the owner rapidly approaching. Could he see me inside the museum? He must be able to as the fluorescent lights were very bright and I was in full view through those large doors I had nowhere to hide. He was coming to tell me to get dressed and stop flaunting my naked body in the room. In panic, my heart beating at high speed I struggled to get my coat on and was trying to cover myself. I had only one arm in the sleeve when he reached the door, he turned left and marched off down the side alleyway. Had he come in he would definately have caught me standing there naked, trying to struggle into my coat showing my bare tits and shaven cunt to him, a near thing that time but one which gets the adrenalin flowing. I wonder what he would have said. Did he really see me? Perhaps I had been caught on a security TV or video, we hadn't seen a camera but then we hadn't looked for one. In retrospect it was very likely that we had been spotted on the security camera as we have subsequently visited the museum and spotted a notice saying that video surveillance is used there. I wonder, maybe he had recorded it all, we'll never know? I am sure that he saw me, he could not have avoided seeing me under those bright lights, I hope he enjoyed it, but we'll never be absolutely certain.

We have that short piece of video there which now forms part of a little documentary showing me flashing my naked body in various villages and towns we call it "Flashes Of Kent". We are still adding to it so I don't think it will ever be finished.



Fur Fairies and Sprites



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Hope you enjoy this fantasy.

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Herman and his eight other buddies were gathered around the big screen in their favorite Sports Bar as they have since their College days watching the latest hockey game. They all play amateur hockey on the lakes in the winter. All were married except for Herman. He was also the geek of the group. Not that he was an unattractive guy by any stretch. A lanky six-four frame with dark longish curly hair, rich brown eyes and a nice smile. Herman had always been shy around girls growing up and that hadn't changed with young manhood. His recent turn of fortune had him doing very well for himself with his Internet business. Despite his new wealth not much has changed for Herman including his non winning ways with the opposite sex. Herman felt he had his compensations with his fur fetish. Secretly he really wanted a woman to share that with, his deepest and fondest fantasy of all was to make it with the girl of his dreams in fur. You see Herman was still a virgin and his buddies had stopped kidding him about it and had been setting him up with every woman any of them or their friends had ever know in hopes of making him happy. The Fate's would do this for them all.

They were the usual sports guys on a Friday evening as they emptied pitchers of beer talking about the great feats in hockey and having a good time. Herman was sitting just a bit to the rear of the semi circle around the beer laden table which was fairly well lit. He began having a sort of subliminal 'feel', like being tickled by drifting lint on his right ear and drifting around the right side of his face. He subconsciously rubbed his face with his hand but it persisted. He gradually turned his head in the direction of the itch.

Herman's eyes fell on a woman just outside the circle by a few tables back, sitting more in the shadows. She was a beautiful five-eleven slender woman, perhaps 22 or so. Not much younger than Herman. She had long thick wavy blond hair falling over her soft light blue cashmere sweater-dress. Her breasts were modest B melons swelling under the cashmere with a cock stiffening huge Arctic Fox coat draped around her beautiful body. The perfect woman of his dreams. She was staring deep into his eyes and all Herman could think of was how much he loved this woman to the depth of his soul. He was sitting beside her quicker than thought, with his hands running through the magnificent Fox and over her soft cashmere, staring into her crystal clear blue eyes as if he were looking into the depths of the starry universe.

His buddies hadn't noticed he had left them until Herman had his arm around this beautiful blond walking out of the Bar. "Hey Hermy, they yelled after him, who's tha Babe?" Herman didn't know except that they were bound together for eternity. He didn't know or care that his new wife was a Fur Fairy who was fulfilling her destiny and was now with the one she was created for. 

Herman had already begun to fulfill his childhood fantasies with furs. Since his business had been doing so very well he expanded his fur collection to not just a few nice fur jackets he wore but super fine furs for his house as well. He doesn't recall getting home with his Fur Fairy but no sooner were they in the door than they were both naked and in his Silver Fox covered bed that he dearly loves, her in her Fox reversed on her naked body pumping up and down on Herman's rigid post flowing from orgasm to orgasm as Herman filled her soft, tight love hole with more of his seed that he knew he had. His cock was a perfect and complete fit to her cervix as if it were made just for her. Well she was made for it. Both Herman and Katharine had begun the fulfillment of their mutual destiny. 

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Fur Fairies and their companion Fur Sprites were created by Aphrodite with the help of Himeros and the other Gods. They are spawned in the midst of hurricanes and Typhoons. The excessive sustained energy is necessary for their creation. Snatched from the chaos by the Fur Sprites, they are whisked away to the destination they were created for. Along the way they perform some special tasks for the future Fur Fairies by entering the dreams of the very young, leaving soft furry images of furs and future mates in their minds. Fertile minds for future Fur Fairies. They become fur lovers seeking their fur mates and we wonder where these ideas, fondness and obsessions for furs come from! 

Katharine was taken to her destination by Kernes the Magnificent. He tacked on the Magnificent part for his own gratification and amusement since he has a very lonely existence aside from transporting the Fur Fairies on their way.

That's not entirely true. Though invisible as all Sprites are, he is free to harass humans as all Sprites of any type are able to do. A Fur Sprites' choice of fun and play is to mix it up in folks furs. Maybe even the person themselves. Kernes loves to get in young womens hairy twat and get them to itching themselves. It's as close as he can get to human touch and it is particularly nice when she gets into it and has herself in an orgasm. The moist warmth is thrilling for Kernes. While in there in this state the woman is very susceptible to subliminal suggestions so he screams FUR FUR FUR as he is getting off as she gets off. Nine times out of ten she takes the suggestion. He loves doing it to her in the middle of the Mall while shopping. Her efforts to hide her excitement directs all that energy to Kernes. So Kernes has a string of women he visits routinely as they fur themselves to orgasm. For Kernes this is heavenly. He is sometimes joined buy some guys cock as she begins to catch on. So a Fur Sprites life is anything but dull and their hijinks actually furthers Aphrodite's cause in the creation of Fur Fairies. Just rewards for their otherwise ignored but important tasks.

The thing with a Fur Fairy is they have 72 hours to find and copulate with their intended or alternate partner or evaporate. 

This is from "Origin of the Fur Fairies and Sprites. The past/beginning."

"Aphrodite .. was struck by the love and passion of mere mortals and the effect of that love on their subjects and those around them. After much thought and discussion with the other Gods Aphrodite decided to intervene more directly in the affairs of humans by creating Fur Fairies. These would be special female creatures that would be initially Spirits but would become mortal when copulating with a mortal man. 

These special Spirits would be composed of the finest remnants and essences of lost souls and Spirits. Galatea was the very first such creation and she was joined with the reincarnation of Acis. They lived long and productive lives. Their influences were felt far and wide. All the other Harem members were eventually regenerated along with the entire citizenry of Acis' Kingdom as Fur Fairies or as Sprites to assist the Fur Fairies to their destinations. Acis and Galatea were both transformed into Fur Sprites and they now copulate as immortals. They are often sighted by those who frequent Furriers late at night or those who have large fur collections. You know who you are. When you see the furs shaking and moving all about but can see no one in them. Or find your furs jumbled about in the morning with no reason why.

Aphrodite saw it only fitting that the effects of such a wonderful place in history should not be forever lost." 

This creative process was refined and continues to this day with more lost souls transformed into Fur Fairies. They and their life partners live in eternity together after their mortal lives have ended. 

There are many wonderful treats for the mortal male including modest magical powers to make their lives a little better, a little nicer but not so much as anyone else would notice, just her partner. If for any reason other than death the male partner leaves his Fur Fairy she ceases to exist. Several famous murder cases throughout history where where the missing wifes' body could not be found were Fur Fairies who's husband left for unexplained reasons. Why a man would chose to do this is a mystery unto itself. Many of them were successfully prosecuted and a few were executed. True justice.

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Continuing with Herman and Katharine. It was only a few days when the rational and logical mind of Herman returned as it is meant to be. He knew right away that Katharine was an extraordinary woman and not in the ways most men think of this phrase. She was extra-human. Sex was certainly a whole lot better with her, though he had no personal reference. It was certainly far beyond the wildest exaggerations that other men made about their exploits with women.

Herman found himself locked in a furry embrace where the room vanishes and they are floating with total and intense focus on each others bodies bundled in furs to a level of ecstasy and melding far beyond reality. This was when he knew 'normal' no longer applied to his life. He wasn't about to complain mind you, just startled into a new level of awareness. 

The dead giveaway was while watching one of his favorite oldies with Katharine a few days later. Jennie and the Major were mostly nude and wrapped in the most magnificent furs imaginable. The dialog and actions were totally unchanged and you know the boying when she did her magic? That's when they 'magically' were in furs almost like it was part of the show. When she would boying again their furs would change. It all seemed to actually fit the script. 

Herman is astonishing when it comes to manipulating imagery in a computer but with all his or anyone else's skills this could never be manipulated this way without a multi million dollar budget and an entire staff with banks of Cray's. For anyone else viewing it is as it has always been.

"Katharine?" 

"I just thought you might enjoy it a bit more this way." She can read his mind as well, though from the look on his face it didn't take much mind reading to get the gist of his reaction. She did know he was really turned on by it since she realized she IS Jenny. Hermie's dream woman. 

She then revealed to Herman the full extent of who she really is and what it is all about.

"You are initially my identity. I have memories of sorts but only enough to get by and for others to not be suspicious. I have all the necessary ID, Social Security Number, etc. but my memory and true identity is your memories and how we have been meeting secretly for some time now. Remember?"

"Why yes! How did you do that?" She ignored his question and he realized its futility. This would not be the last time for Herman to be amazed. Amazed will become normal.

"I am also quite pregnant since that is the first thing that must happen between us for me to become mortal. I am from Aphrodite after all." 

Herman began to make his adjustments to her 'memory' though as he quickly discovered, what she lacked in memory she more than made up for in intelligence and common sense. Aphrodite does not suffer dumb broads at all well. Katharine is as brilliant as Herman and they became partners in ways far beyond his fantasies of his Dream Woman. Be careful with your fantasies. You may get more than what you wish for.

They were married within a week of meeting. After all they were made for each other so why delay. Katharine began to show up with Herman at the Sports Bar always dressed in fur regardless of how casual. Soon after that upon meeting the other wives they were all showing up together in a true family gathering. Boys night out vanished without a whimper. Soon the other wives were wearing furs as well. 

"Katharine, do you and Hermie make love with your furs? Mike and I tried it the other night and it was fantastic. You should try it!"

"Why thank you for the tip Mary, we will." secretly smiling at her successful planting of the thought a week earlier. Soon all the couples were regularly making love in their furs and were quite free with their public fur fondling."

Katharine and Hermie had three wonderful children and their loving influences were felt throughout their community. 

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As Melinda was flying over the Colorado mountains with her Sprite she spies her future fur lover skiing through the back trails ladened with his pack and gear for a long weekend solo trip in the high areas, She had her Sprite put her down some distance ahead of Hank the tall handsome red head. Melinda is tall and red headed as well. When Hank came upon her camp site she was already in her double Red Fox sleeping bag, nude of course. Hank never had a chance since this was his wildest sexual fantasy he had dreamed of since he was a small child. He had always loved skiing and couldn't imagine the snow without fur. Melinda was pregnant before sunset.

Melinda moved seamlessly into Hank's life. She modeled for his line of camp clothing. Hank ran a small and growing Camping and Skiing shop. Melinda encouraged Hank to develop a line of furs for camping. With his experience of finding her in the mountains and their time in the fur sleeping bag he needed little prodding. She modeled them of course.

Their business grew as did the rest of their life and family, two red headed girls and two red headed boys. They all fur camp and ski with friends.

Caroline was in her first day of class at the prestigious University many wealthy girls went to. Her wearing fur was nothing out of the ordinary. She was dressed in a nicely tailored mahogany mink over her maroon cashmere T neck and leggings with a deep purple wool skirt. She has full dark shoulder length hair and Professor Fenton Filmore's dream come true as she sat in his English Lit. 101 class. Fenton is young to be tenured at 23, this his third year. He is a brilliant writer and the University didn't want to loose him. 

The first day of class is usually somewhat of a thrill for Fenton anyway since he loved to see which of the young women would be coming to class in fur, his favorite fantasy. When his eyes fell on Caroline's firm little melons swelling under her cashmere, framed in the dark mink he could hardly speak. Fenton was smitten and deeply in love. 

When Caroline came up to him after class to inquire more about the reading list, her pretense, it was all over or should I say, all beginning for the two of them. It was the last class of the day and by dinner Caroline was pregnant and their life together had begun.

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Unless you are married to a Fur Fairy you would never know of their existence. It's not like they or their husbands want you to know and their abilities at concealment and stealth are legendary. I'm not sure why I am letting you know this other than your possible love of fur and what encouragement this may bring. A sense of permanency and its place in the human psyche beyond the whims of fashion and political correctness? 

The Fur Fairy does not always connect up despite the best planning of the gods. In my case that is how I was fortunate to have found my Fur Fairy, Maria. 

I was in Montreal at a furrier I frequent maybe once a year. I enjoy the trip and short vacation while indulging in my love of furs. I was picking up the Silver fox spread of my dreams after having ordered it several weeks before my trip. While waiting for it to be wrapped and boxed I was wandering through the racks of furs enjoying the ocean of opulence and softness, getting very close to having a waking wet dream. 

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tall brown eyed woman with long blond hair trying on a huge Crystal Island Fox coat. She seemed distressed but very into the fur. I couldn't help but stare rather intently. Nothing excites me more than a beautiful woman in fur even if she is a blond. Fourth on my list of favorite hair colors. 

After a few moments of my intense stare she looks up at me, slightly startled at first but then a soft, tentative smile comes to her face. Suddenly it was as if the room fell away and I was looking at a Greek goddess as she whispered across the room to me .. "Do you like me in this fur?" I heard her every French accented word clearly though we were a good fifty feet apart. Her smile got much broader as I said ... "You are absolutely a goddess in a magnificent fur." 

I was fully aware but it made no impact on my consciousness at all when before my very eyes she morphed from blond to a flaming red head with thick and long curly hair. Her eyes went from brown to green and her skin from a Mediterranean tan to a freckle red head's skin. I was beside her in a heart beat. All this happened, I'm sure, in less time than it takes to write.

"Leave the coat on. We'll buy it." It was as if I had always known her. I asked the saleswoman to box the Chinchilla and Red Fox coats I had been looking at earlier. We left for our Hotel room in the Taxi right after paying for the furs. There seemed to be some feelings of urgency that we get to the hotel. I certainly wanted to make passionate love to Maria as quickly and completely as possible. 

"We must make love now dear." she says to me and I made every effort to be as loving, though quick as I could. I did take the time to empty all the furs onto the bed. We were in the furs making the most passionate love of my life. The first time making love to a woman in furs. It was other worldly and far beyond any sex of my life. The other times was just sex. This is wonderful and magnificent passionate loving. I knew as we were joined with my cock deep in her that I had already gotten her pregnant and I knew I had 'expected' it to happen. It all seemed so normal and planned? We both fell asleep right after, she falling asleep first in my arms. 

The next morning as we awoke ....

"Maria, you are not normal are you? This is all too good and to totally incredible to be true."

"It is happening to you and me Mark. But it is not 'normal' but fantastic. I'm a Fur Fairy and you are now my mate for life I hope?"

"I certainly will be your mate for life even though I don't know a thing about you. I certainly am more than enamored over furs as you might have guessed my being at the Furrier yesterday." 

Maria then told me all about Fur Fairies and how she came to be. "I was intended to be French Canadian and meet a Frenchman. I somehow missed the connection and ended up with a totally unpleasant and churlish man who was beginning to be mildly abusive and knew this was not what was suppose to happen. I used some of my stealth skills and escaped into the fur store. I figured what better place for a Fur Fairy to expire than in a Fur store! Then I saw you looking at me. Everything else you know." 

"What about all the spacial effects and your morphing from a blond to a red head." 

"It had to be Aphrodite. She must have 'examined' you and saw you as a fitting alternate. She changed me to your ideal. I could feel that as soon as the change took place. I knew I was the girl of your dreams. It made me fell so fantastic and loved. I only had about two hours left to live at that point. I am now mortal and yours forever."

"You mean forever forever."

"Forever yours. We will live out eternity together. Last night as I dreamed Aphrodite came to me and said you were the choice. The original target had been killed in an accident."

We made love the rest of the day and night leaving for Seattle the next day. The train trip was wonderful. Rocking love making in our sleeper and fur fondling, talking and loving kisses the entire trip. Customs, except for the usual hassle with the furs, was uneventful. Maria was my wife in all the data bases and she was complete with Canadian Visa and US passport. Aphrodite is really good. The CIA should hire her.




Fur Fairies and Sprites



All my friends welcomed her back and had us share our experiences of our trip as though they actually knew her. 

Maria melded into my business as though she had always been there. 

She finally gave birth to our love child, a red headed girl. We had two more children over the following years and continue to live loving and productive lives with our new family, old and new friends. It's those occasional lapses of memory with our older friends that is the only moderate give-away. It's not so much that anyone but Maria or I would notice. We always fill it in with .. Oh you remember .. bla bla bla .. "oh yes I remember now." You've had that happen to you before ... haven't you.

It continues.



Fur, Fun, & New Year's



A/N: This is my first atempt at any kind of erotic story, but if response urges me, I could try to turn this into a small series. Please comment so I can get better at this. Thanks, and enjoy. =^_^=

It had been a long day, and another drink seemed in line to Sara. She went to the window of her apartment, her tail swaying a little more than usual to help keep her balance, looking out into the gently falling snow. Another New Year's spent alone..., she thought, downing the contents of the glass, shaking her head at the buzz the bottle of bourbon was giving her. Heh...what's the use of having a catgirl's charm if I can't even find a boyfriend? 

Creatures that had once been believed to only exist in the imagination had been discovered living deep underground and in the dark jungles generations ago, and almost surprisingly, the Human race had welcomed them. Now, even the bustling streets of New York City could be found as a mix of every kind of Human, as well as fox-, wolf-, and catpeople, as well as elves, dwarves, and even the occasional dragon perching atop the Chrysler building, the apex of which had been hollowed out and turned into an aviary, allowing a safe haven for the dragons to raise their dragonlings. There were some who resisted at first, but the promise of new technologies, new language, new culture, and new experiences eventually won out. Proposed and ratified the very first day on the floor, the Non-Human Bill of Rights gave all races the same rights as Humans, and soon enough, peace was slowly returning to the third rock from the sun. In a certain apartment in the Upper West Side, however, that peace was little comfort to a lonesome catgirl from the 'burbs.

The few sources of light in the living room were coming from a couch-side lamp, and from the TV, tuned to one of the various stations where celebrity hosts counted down the last hours of the year as was the custom that had been started more than two centuries ago. A few empty beer cans littered the coffee table, joined by an equally drained bottle of bourbon, the final glass of which was still burning it's way down Sara's throat. She looked out the window at the bustling street below, her ears perking as she hears a small group of people making their way out of a bar, singing "Auld lang syne"(you know.."Should auld acquaintance...", etc.). She smiled softly and couldn't help but start humming along as she made her way over to the phone, the sound of the off-key drunks jogging her memory. James is getting out about now...I'll give him a call...at least I'll have one friend in the city to talk to.

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James had just gotten out of the bar he worked at, closing down for the night after his boss had left early to be with his family, when his cell phone rang. Seeing the number, he picked up and said cheerily into the receiver, "Happy New Year, Sara! What's shakin, besides your tail?" James warmed a little at the thought of one of his childhood friends calling him up, the falling snow not registering for a moment. His family had lived next to Sara's in their hometown in Northwest New Jersey. For as long as he could remember, Sara had been one of his closest friends. He had a crush on her in school, but it hadn't gotten further than a single date. She had said it was a little strange going out when they were so close, anyway. His smile faded a bit, however, when he heard the almost silky voice of his friend a bit slurred on the other end of the phone.

"Heya, Jimmy...ahhhh, not much...you close enough to hear that mess goin on at the Square? It's nuts, huh?" 

James sighed and shook his head, bundling up against the cold, instinctively starting to walk the 7 blocks to Sara's building. "Sara, how much have you had to drink? You know you can't take the hard stuff like a Dwarf...or even a Human, for that matter."

"Ohhh, I hadn't had too much....a few beers and this one bottle of stuff....it's pretty good...makes me feel all warm inside" That was all James needed to hear, and he buttoned up his coat and set off with even more of a purpose. 

"Sara, I'm coming over. To make sure you don't have anything else and in case you fall unconscious or anything. And you don't have to worry about the door, I still have the key you gave me when you went away last month. I'll be there in 5. Just sit down and watch all that nuts stuff happening over at Times Square and relax, alright?" A soft purr and a sigh was mixed into her speech. 

"Okaies, James..." And the line cut off with that.

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Sara was laying on her couch and watching tv, playing absently with her tail when she heard the tumblers in her lock turn and the door open. She looked up and smiled, getting up and going over to James, hugging and making him feel a bit overdressed with the fact that all she was wearing was her fur and a slightly drunk smile. "Hey, there...took ya long enough." James nodded and pulled off his overcoat, placing it on the coatrack and reaching over to a blanket draped over the side of the couch, wrapping it around Sara's shoulders, both to keep her warm and also to cover her up.

"I know, but the streets are a mess, Sara...you know it always gets crazy New Year's Eve. Times Square is jumping, but the city still goes." James said as he reached over and turned out the lamp. Sara nodded and smiled, cuddling up a little, pulling James over with her toward the couch, flopping down on it, the blanket practically falling off as she snuggled up against him, laying her head on his shoulder as they watched the TV. There was still a while to go on the countdown to the new year, and James knew Sara would be fast asleep by the time it came. "So, what made you want to get plastered, tonight, Sara...I know you don't drink because of Human holidays at all, even if it is New Year's." He felt a little awkward with a beautiful catgirl curled up against him with only a blanket barely covering her nude body, so he crossed his legs to hide his steadily growing erection.

"Mmm...well...I don't know....just felt like getting into the holiday spirit and all..." Sara cuddled up a little closer, pulling the blanket off and throwing it around the both of them, curling up on the couch beside him, pressing her body against his. James shuddered a little at the feeling of his closest friend starting to come on to him, but he didn't mind it much. He still had strong feelings for her, but it didn't feel right. Come on, James...she's totally smashed...you can't take advantage of her..., he thought. 

"Alright, but I'm cutting the water off for you. I bartend enough to know when someone's had it. And trust me, girl, you're done." Sara gave a small nod and a purr, slowly starting to close her eyes.

"Mmmmmm...James....you think you could stay here, t'night? Don't want to see in another new year alone...", Sara whispered, James knowing she'd be asleep any minute now, anyway. "Sure, Sara. I'll stay with you at least till the ball drops...but after then, I'll probably have to get home so I don't run into all the crazies coming out of the subways and from the bars that are still open. How does that sound?" All he was met with was the quiet purr of a sleeping catgirl. He smiled softly and, instead of carrying her over to her bed, or at least laying her down on the couch, he just sat there and watched TV, letting his mind wander about the sleeping form next to him, wishing he would have been here all night to see in the new year with Sara as his lover instead of just having his closest friend passed out against him.

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At around 11, James jumped out of his little daydream when he felt Sara's paw lightly brush his cock through his clothing, then slowly works it's way upward to wrap around him. Sara's voice was a soft whisper again. "James...? Could you be my mate, tonight? I don't want you to leave yet, and you can stay the night, too..." James looked over at Sara, her eyes had a strange mix of glazed from being drunk and almost sparkling from love. She leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss which lasted several minutes. No sooner had it ended, the two of them were on their way to bed, James carrying Sara in his arms, Sara's tail reaching over and hitting the power on the TV, turning it off, plunging the apartment into soft darkness. As they got to the bed, James laid Sara down before pulling off his own clothes and climbing into bed next to her.

No sooner did he sit on the bed, though, Sara was right there, purring and cuddling with him, letting him feel her nipples poking stiffly through her fur. Her paw once again made it's way to his manhood, slowly starting to rub up and down it's length. "Mmmmmm...is this all for me, mate..?"

James smiled and nodded, letting his hands roam the soft fur and feel the even softer flesh beneath. "Yes, Sara...that's been all for you for as long as I can remember..." Sara smiled and arched her neck to give another kiss, this one much deeper than the last, full of passion and desire.

Sara's mind was buzzing. Why didn't I try to do this sooner? It just feels so right having him in bed with me. She purred into the still-going kiss, her paw pulling away from his cock, wrapping around his body as she relaxed and slowly brought her head to rest on his chest, letting him know that tonight, she was completely his. James realized this and smiled, After so many years, I still love this woman. It looks like she feels the same...God, why didn't I just say it?! Sara slowly turned over onto her back, revealing her body to him once again. This time, James rolled atop her and started slowly planting kisses down her furred flesh, nibbling a little as he got to her nipples, going further down, hearing her giggle a little as he crossed her stomach. Those giggles slowly turned into soft gasps as he reached her pussy, her scent filling his nose, making his cock even more wanting of her. He started to gently kiss and nibble at the lips of her cunt, bringing gasps from his lover, his tongue dipping within her to taste her nectar.

Sara gasped in pleasure as she felt his tongue enter her, being the first thing besides her fingers to actually go inside her pussy. It felt oh, so good, and knowing who it was that was doing it made the moment even more delicious. The haze that the alcohol had created in her head had cleared a bit, the unusual makeup of a catgirl's body allowing drunkenness and hangovers to be significantly lessened, although when it starts, it's much worse than normal. All of a sudden, she was fully alert and aware that her closest friend, whom she vaguely remembered inviting himself over when she was drunk, was currently between her legs and eating her out! She did nothing to stop it, though, laying back and letting out a moan. "Ohhh, James....that feels so good...please...please, just take me...make love to me, my mate..." James nodded and gave her clit a final kiss, before slowly making his way up her body once again, giving another deep kiss once he reached her lips. Sara purred deeply into it, her paw reaching down and slowly guiding the tip of his length down to the entrance to her womanly tunnel, the sensation of the tip of his cock rubbing against her cunt bringing a soft moan from the both of them.

“You ready, Sara...?”, came the whisper from James. A soft nod from her and then a gasp as she felt him start to push in, filling her cunt with his manhood. James had just gotten ready to start pushing harder when he felt his cock bump against something inside of her, bringing a gasp from her as well. I don’t believe it...she’s still a virgin after all this time? James once again whispered into her ear. “Okay...now...this is going to sting a little...it’ll pass...” Sara nodded she was ready and cried out as he pushed past her maidenhead, formally introducing her to the pleasures of the flesh and the knowledge she is now truly a woman. James slowly pushed until he was buried to the hilt in her warm cunt, letting out a moan of pleasure, himself at how tight and wet she was, slowly starting to pull out and build up a smooth, steady rhythm.

Sara moaned in pleasure as the pain slowly dulled, the wonderful feeling his cock was giving her the only thing she could really focus on, her arms, legs, and tail wrapping tightly around her lover, holding his body tightly against her. “Ohhh, James....it’s sooo good...!!”, Sara moaned, letting the pleasure take full hold of her, closing her eyes and just letting it all happen, pushing back against his thrusts. James moaned as well as he felt Sara’s muscles clenching his member as he started to give into his own pleasure, starting to speed his thrusts into her dripping tunnel. It took only a few minutes for James to realize it wouldn’t be much longer before he went over the edge, and Sara’s legs almost held him inside her, so even if he wanted to, he most likely wouldn’t be able to stop himself or pull out.

“OOHHHH!!! Jamesss!!! Please, don’t stop....! It feels soo good!! Please keep going.....please...”, Sara moaned, lose completely in passion, her climax barreling toward her, and James could feel his growing near as well. Since her legs were still clenched around his waist, there wasn’t much else he could do when he finally felt his release imminent other than give in to the desire to fill her with his cum, his hips jerking a little as the crest of the wave called extacy crashed over the both of them, driving his cock deep within as he let loose his seed, her muscles spasming wildly around his cock in her orgasm, welcoming his potent seed within her, their joined moans filling the dark bedroom.

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James let out a soft sigh as he lay in his friend’s, lovers, and mate’s bed, his arms wrapped around her. Sara let out a quiet purr as she lay curled up beside him, her tail wrapped around his waist again, head laying on his chest. The two lovers held each other tightly in the night, the catgirl, having just been introduced to the world of sex and love, slowly falling asleep atop her mate’s chest. From several blocks away, James heard the sudden rise of yells and cheering as the ball atop 1 Times Square finally hit bottom, letting the whole Eastern Seaboard know it was January 1st. “Happy New Year, my mate.” His words were met with a gentle purr, and he fell asleep soon thereafter, almost purring, himself. ...'my mate'.....I could get used to that....



Fur Harem



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Hope you enjoy this fantasy.

Origin of the Fur Fairies and Sprites. The past/beginning.

Somewhere deep in the dark and forgotten center of Europe in a secure and hidden pocket of the the Alps there lived a young and benevolent King Acis. His father had recently died and he was in search of a Queen. Not just any trophy or politically convenient Queen. He really wanted someone to love. Acis repeated what his father had done many years ago. All over Europe beautiful young women were vanishing in the night without a trace. His special and secret team of "Searchers" are recruited from the most eligible men of the Kingdom so they are well motivated for the search. The Searchers were not adverse to abducting young women who looked promising. 

Areas with decidedly higher proportions of fine young women were in fear of their lovely young daughters being eaten by some unseen monster or bewitched since the only trace that was left of them was a small pile of their clothes they wore. It was all they could assume was happening. 

Contrary to the growing legend, many of the women went with the Searchers quite willingly. The Searchers, how shall I say, invented "the line" that has come down to us as all the standard pickup lines. They wrote the Book of Lines. 

The Kingdom of Acis was in fact what all the other Kingdoms were in myth only. It was even more than the myths. Acis inherited from his Father and Mother a deep love of furs. This was true throughout the Kingdom and something the Citizens cherished and kept secret from the outside world. 

Not a single young abducted female protested, let-alone attempted to escape. They willingly and eagerly adapted to their new "servitude" regardless of the outcome or their place in the society. 

At first they were brought to Acis for inspection with tests and trials. This on occasion included copulation with the King or not. It depended on his first response and the girls willingness. Not that they were all virgins. In Europe at that time virginity was very hard to come by. They were unmolested and delivered to Acis as abducted. This alone was a new experience for the girls as molestation was routine for most young girls at that time in history. Pre-history really. The time of Conan the Barbarian and the Greek Titan Gods ruled. Witches and wizards prevailed with myth and legend. 

The Harem was where all the abducted were kept until their "fate" was to be known. Their fate was partly of their making. Let it be said here that this fate was in nearly every case as good or better than their previous life or its expectation. Hence there are no "escapes". The Harem itself was more opulent than the wildest stories of the Arabian Nights or any other fable. They were almost totally without fur or very little at that. This Harem was a true Fur Harem. The girls were draped in furs upon arrival and slept in furs. 

The girls were first attracted to the Searchers for this very reason. They themselves are all well endowed with fur attire which is the first "test". Those girls that are first most strongly attracted to the furs of the Searchers are most quickly, and often eagerly, abducted. They are almost smothered nude in furs at that moment until their presentation to the King. By the time they are before Acis, His Most Magnificent in Fur's, presence they are usually so sexually turned on and excited over being swaddled in furs they are ready to submit to anything the King wishes .. quite eagerly.

The King and the girls have four levels of choice. First is his quest for the Queen. He has yet to find the true love of his life. The second choice is to remain in the harem for the Kings pleasure. If the girl chooses to not do this she moves to the the third choice along with any other of the girls the King, for whatever personal reason, has no interest in. Out of this group the Searchers have first choice. This assumes the girl chooses him as well. The forth choice is to move out into the open Kingdom. Even at this level it is a far better life than they would otherwise have had. No one is close to poor. More like well off throughout the Kingdom. The girls can find an unmarried man to live with and marry or be taken in by a family in need of help for whatever tasks or in whatever business the family is engaged in. Since all are prosperous and live comfortably even at this level, her life is safe and secure with a future of her choice. Still far above other societies throughout Europe at the time where choice was only for the nobility and not much for them. It is fabled that only on the Island Kingdom of Knossos was life nearly so fine. 

The Harem grew despite those that chose either a Searcher or other options in the Kingdom. Probably the largest group of beautiful women in the world. Acis was always more than satisfied with the women engaged in fur sex with him almost constantly. Many children were the product of these passionate and frequent engagements. Still Acis has not found his true love, a true partner in life. 

The Kingdom is well guarded with protection in depth and a very advanced warning system. All trade occurs at the outside perimeter of the Kingdom and no non citizen is allowed past that area. One day a beautiful young woman managed to evade the Guards and the system of checks. She got all the way into the main Village where a group of other young women spotted her and alerted the Guards who took her into custody. Upon interrogation she said her name was Galatea and she was escaping wizards wanting to trade her for unknown reasons. Galatea is spell bindingly beautiful. She speaks with an ethereal voice that is absolutely mesmerizing. The Guards are totally entranced. 

Galatea is immediately brought before King Acis who is instantly smitten. They are in coitus in the furs almost instantly. All are aware the King has found his Queen and there is much spontaneous rejoicing. Galatea is instantly pregnant with the legitimate heir to the throne. It is a red headed girl that they name Sonya. 

Acis and Galatea are happy beyond belief. The Kingdom rejoices. The only ones less than ecstatic are the women of the Harem. Though they knew their being the Queen was not going to happen and their offspring were well cared for, like Princes and Princesses in fact, they still were in the top seat and in the King's bed nightly. They did disperse in the Kingdom and all found mates or other fine positions. 

Life with Acis and Galatea was heavenly. All of Acis' wishes and fantasies were fully realized and these were shared with the rest in his Kingdom. Galatea was much beloved and she shared ruling the kingdom with Acis being very capable and intelligent as she was beautiful. The prosperity of the Kingdom increased many fold and all prospered. They have several more children which leaves no doubts about succession to the throne.

There were those women from the Harem who were still extremely jealous of Galatea and plotted to take their revenge. Several of the women escaped the Kingdom and fled to the wizard of the Cyclops. They told of the location where Galatea could be found and of her "captivity". All lies of course aside from the location. When the wizard told the Cyclops of this story he promptly ate the women then became enraged. The conclusion of the legend that we know unfolded with the death of Acis and the capture and return of Galatea to Polyphemos. 

Cronus and Prometheus were so angry they destroyed Knossos along with the Kingdom of Acis and Galatea. Incensed by the godly acts of these mere mortals. A true tragedy of Olympian proportions.

With the defeat of the Titans by Zeus and the other sons and daughters of the Titan Gods, Acis' and Galatea's tragedy was not forgotten by the new Gods, Aphrodite in particular. She was struck by the love and passion of mere mortals and the effect of that love on their subjects and those around them. After much thought and discussion with the other Gods Aphrodite decided to intervene more directly in the affairs of humans by creating Fur Fairies. These would be special female creatures that would be initially Spirits but would become mortal when copulating with a mortal man. 

These special Spirits would be composed of the finest remnants of lost souls and Spirits. Galatea was the very first such creation and she was joined with the reincarnation of Acis. They lived long and productive lives. Their influences were felt far and wide. All the other Harem members were eventually regenerated along with the entire citizenry of Acis' Kingdom as Fur Fairies or as Sprites to assist the Fur Fairies to their destinations. Acis and Galatea were both transformed into Fur Sprites and they now copulate as immortals. They are often sighted by those who frequent Furriers late at night or those who have large fur collections. You know who you are. When you see the furs shaking and moving all about but can see no one in them. Or find your furs jumbled about in the morning with no reason why? 

Aphrodite saw it only fitting that the effects of such a wonderful place in history should not be forever lost. 

Only the begining.



Fur Mom The Seductress



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Bill's Introduction

My Mom is a Psychiatrist and part time volunteer at my High School. She has a very successful private practice but loves to volunteer. It looks good on her Resume she says. She also claims it helps hone her skills as a hypnotist and often uses it with her young and difficult behavioral cases. 

She is also a closet seductress. 

My father died when I was very young. He was killed by a drunk driver, leaving me as an only child. So I've pretty much only known my Mom as the constant in my life.

Mom said Dad got her furs early in their relationship and she fell in love with them then. I know mom loved my dad a lot. She still pines over him at times.

I love her furs now as much as she does. As a small child I grew very fond of their softness and emotional comfort. They were my mom's after all and they were a form of closeness when I've been home alone. I'm not totally sure why I felt so drawn to love them, my emotional comfort, weather I picked it up from mom as a child or a personal compulsion? 

Mom always wears the finest of furs and has gotten me furs I can wear as well soon as she was aware of my fondness for them. We have many furs around the house for comfort and pleasure. We're both passionate over them. 

I'm also a complete bungling fool when it comes to girls despite Mom's professional skills and having matured myself. She's counseled me and we've spent hours talking about it. 

Mom is a very good listener of course and we are quite open with each other so it's not from lack of trying to work it out by talking about it. She admits to being totally baffled over it and thinks maybe she's too close to me to see this objectively. Maybe it's because I had no father and role model or who really knows? 

I'm not compelled to seek care from someone else though mom could get me with another professional at any time. I don't consider it that big a deal. Maybe I'll outgrow it?

It's not a major impediment in my life though as I do very well in school. I get mostly A's and I'm active in a number of groups. I'm even on the debating team! So it's not like I'm any kind of outcast. Just can't seem to connect with the girls? When I want to make an impression to get a date or anything like that I become an blithering idiot!

I couldn't get a date if my life depended on it. It's not that I'm terminally ugly or stupid. I just lock up and become a babbling fool around girls. At six two and well built, I'm reasonably handsome in fact. Mom says I'm built like my Dad though I have red hair like her. None of that helps.

This leads me to believe is one reason that my Mom chooses to volunteer at school. 

Mom seldom dates guys and it's the main reason, I'm sure, she volunteers at my school. Her claim is the guys just don't come up to my dad nor are very interested in the things she is. I know she's sexually frustrated since I hear her masturbation nearly every night after we go to bed. 

I do too since puberty. It's one of the wonderful aspects of our furs. Masturbation is very fine indeed! I can't imagine doing it without the softness of my furs.

I know this is the main reason since I discovered mom has a penchant for young girls. This was something I realized early on when I would watch her around them. 

This is the seductress of my mom's personality. The sensual way she touches and fondles girls in the most casual manner. The girls don't protest in the least. It's as if they are mesmerized by her touch! A need they have she fulfills? She can fondle them in the most intimate ways. She's very discrete about it even though she sometimes will do it with total strangers in the most public places.

She is particularly fond of doing this when she is shopping in one of the Department stores. I have always gone shopping with mom and she will corner a pretty girl in the clothes racks and be fondling her to a very high state of excitement and just walk away with me like nothing at all had happened. I look back at the girl and she's in a very confused state of mind then quickly returns to whatever it was she had been doing.

Mom is at least prudent in choosing girls 18 and older. She began bringing girls home for herself on occasion. I get very excited hearing them moan and make the most incredible sounds as mom seduced them. I furiously masturbate with my furs to their sounds.

Mom is a beautiful woman looking like the students she councils. A slender well shaped five ten and nice firm smallish B cup tits. She's very graceful, stops traffic and the girls she seduces.

That was until I turned 18. She has begun bringing them home for me as well. They come more or less of their own volition if not quite eagerly. She is very selective for both willingness, attitude and beauty. This is how mom has changed our lives as I have come to know them.

Betty

Betty comes into Mom's office with a big smile and jiggling her firm and fully formed B cup breasts provocatively in her soft pink and tight cashmere sweater for the beautiful Doctor. She sits with her legs crossed without panties and a hint of bare twat exposed to the Doctor under her tight very short skirt. 

Betty had been ordered to Mom's office the day before. She's wanted to talk to the Doctor for some time now, being both very attracted to her yet insecure to approach her on her own. She had hinted to the Principal that she needed "special" attention for her failing Math performance in hopes she would be sent to see the Doctor. She prepared her attire carefully that night for her visit. Just the anticipation of her visit has her moist.

"So Betty, are you sure you can't get past this block you have over Math?" Noticing instantly her slightly exposed swollen and moist labia.

"Doctor, I'm terrified of math. I freeze up whenever I walk into the class and my mind goes blank." 

"Would you agree to be hypnotized so I might help you get past this?" 

"Oh yes Doctor." Betty says eagerly.

So Dr. Mary Reese closes the blinds, not so much for the light but from prying eyes and she also dims the lights for effect. She soon has the willing Betty in a deep hypnotic state. 

"You do not have to do anything you don't wish to do Betty. Remember that. Focus on the math as you are now, coming close to the Math class room." 

Mom moves around behind Betty, softly talking to her while Betty is staring off into some invisible place. The classroom in her mind.

"As you get to the door think of it as a sexual experience. You love sex don't you?" 

"Well I haven't had sex yet so I don't really know." and with that mom is stroking and fondling her beautiful long blond hair in the most sensual way possible. Betty is moving in a subtitle but definitely erotic way with mom's fondling of her. "A perfect virgin for my virgin son." Mom thinks to herself.

"Just think erotic thoughts and how enjoyable the experience will be. Now walk into the class room. Swing your hips like you are trying to get sexual attention .. Betty softly squirms in her seat, rubbing her thighs together .. Stay focused on the Math class." Betty tenses slightly. 

Mom begins fondling her firm breasts from behind. Betty has no bra under her thick open weave and soft fuzzy sweater. She is acting like it isn't really happening to her with her focus on the math class. She smiles brightly and moves in a sensual way like she is walking into the room. Mom pulls her nipples through the weave of the sweater and softly squeezes them. They are like big pencil erasers. Betty moans lightly and closes her eyes briefly. An AAHH sigh with the squeezing.

Mom has her face pressed lightly to the side of Betty's from behind, nuzzling into her hair .. whispering into her ear .. "Think of how good being in math class makes you feel and how much you like doing all those calculations .. breathing lightly into her ear .. how wonderful and sexual you feel doing them." She flicks her nipples lightly and continuously.

"Oh yes Doctor I can make myself feel so good doing this." as she more energetically rubs her thighs together.

"Do you think you can feel this sexy all the time Betty?"

"Oh yes Doctor Reese!" slipping her finger into her twat and diddling herself.

"Do you like me as much as you're looks and actions seem to indicate Betty?" Mom kisses her in her ear, tonguing her ear lightly.

"Oh I do .. very much Doctor Reese!" .. quivering with an orgasm as she more energetically diddles herself.

"You want to go somewhere after school with these feelings for release, don't you think Betty?"

"Anywhere you say!"

"Would you like to come over to my house this afternoon and talk about this? Do some things to make you feel even better?"

"Yes Doctor, I would like that very much. I will be there this afternoon."

"My son can tutor you in math. You will do anything he asks of you. Would you like him to do that with you?"

"Oh yes Doctor." she eagerly replies.

"You will have no more problems with math, will you Betty?" 

"No Doctor"

"When I run my right hand through your hair you will laps into a hypnotic trance. When you awake you will only remember wanting to come to my house for your math problems and to see my son Bill. I'll count backwards to one and you will awake. Three .. Two ..One " .. and Betty blinks.

"When are you going to hypnotize me Doctor?" shocked at having her finger in her twat. 

Mom has her back to her walking back to her desk and ignores it. Betty is relieved as she licks her juices from her finger. She shivers with excitement like never before and not sure how she got so wet nor why she feels so incredibly good.

"Maybe we will do that your next visit. Just see how you do with math in the mean time with Bill's help. Maybe we won't have to."

"OK Doctor and I'll be over to your house this afternoon." Betty feels a strong sexual rush with the thought of going over to the Doctor's house. Much stronger than before coming to her office.

Mom can now put her under by stroking her hair and Betty will not know the difference. Only mom can. No one else.

Mom selected Betty for me not only because of her tall and beautiful body but because of certain emotionally cold inadequacies of her parenting and her cravings for a sexual experience. Mom knows we can fill those needs with abundance and Betty will never tire of them. In fact we will become Betty's main source of fulfillment. Loosing her virginity will be a nice treat for us all. 

Later after school at our door .. "Hi Doctor. I'm not late am I?" 

"No Betty you are right on time." 

Mom is wearing a very full floor length hooded Red Fox vest and follows Betty to the living room entry. Just as Betty gets a glimpse of the living room she gasps lightly as she sees all the furs. 

Mom gently strokes her hair and Betty stands motionless with a sweet smile. Mom and I have carefully staged and choreographed the events to follow after much discussion and planning. Mom guides her in and over to me, sitting in a very deep and large suede couch. 

"Betty, I think you might find my son Bill to be quite attractive to you. Why don't you sit beside him." I have a large and thick Sable vest over my T shirt and jeans. There are fur spreads, pillows and other furs laying all over the couch. As soon as Betty sits I begin fur fondling her and she responds with sensual motions like I'm stroking a cat. I wrap an over sized reversible thick Shadow Fox coat around her with the fur side in. She squirms seductively in the fur with the sensations as it envelops her.

"Come to me Betty" Mom commands. Betty gets up and walks to her, running her hands down her front, stroking and massaging her breasts through her soft sweater with the fur as she does. 

"Let me help you out of your wonderfully seductive clothes." as mom begins undressing her under the Fox slowly and sensuously. 

Mom begins to undress Betty, fondling her body with furs. She squirms to her touch as Mom begins to fur fondle naked portions of Betty's body. Soon all their clothes are on the floor and both are nude under their furs, their whole bodies are in contact with the furs and each other. Mom is hugging Betty and begins to kiss her. Mom pulls her tighter to her body as she squeezes her cheeky buttocks. Betty moans with the sensual feelings and fur fondling. 

Betty responds with over the top passion like she had been saving it up for someone. Mom is now that someone. 

"Is there something you want to tell me Betty?" 

Mom is fondling her breasts with furs. I'm also fur wrapped and nude hugging her from behind. I've parted her fur from behind and I'm fully fur fondling her body with my stiffy, rubbing and humping her twat between her thighs through the furs. I'm not actually penetrating her. Mom has me hold back from actually screwing her right now. That has to be voluntary. 

Betty is shaking with small orgasms as she attempts to talk while I'm sliding my stiffy back and forth between her butt and over her wet labia lips. She's shaking and moaning as she speaks to mom, sandwiched between our nakedness and wrapped in furs.

"I have been attracted to you Doctor and my .. uh .. uh .. sexual frustrations and anxieties have been bottled up ... Oh my .. oh my ... The b b b b boys at school turn me off with their crude and juvenile behavior ....... uh oh oh ... oh no! ... I want to loose my virginity ... oh my god ... but am frustrated over finding someone to do it with ... AAAHHH ...... I've even thought a sensitive woman like you could fulfill my needs ..... AAAHH" as she shakes with small orgasms.

Her wet twat makes my cock wet with her juices as I rub her slit and hug her with her quivering orgasms. I'm about to blow.

"Then I think we can make you feel much better. Bill will take very good care of you since your needs go beyond what I can fulfill. He is very gentle and if you need my assistance I'll be happy to do all I can to please you."

"Oh thank you Doctor, please hold me and kiss me some more." as Mom and I move her to the couch I'm taking over fondling and caressing her body with furs. Mom continues kissing her and Betty is now totally seduced into my care.

"Betty, can I kiss you and fondle you more?" I asks.

"Oh yes. You have been so gentle and good at getting me so very excited." as she throws her arms around me. 

I'm pressing my nudity to Betty's. Mom has her breasts to Betty as she kneels beside us on the couch.

Seeing mom nude in furs is so totally exciting and a bit shocking, even if I have seen her like this before. To see her seduce Betty is way beyond any of my deepest fantasies of beautiful women in furs yet it's happening right here in our living room .. in my face!! 

It's not the first time I've seem mom seduce a girl in her furs but not us doing it together and certainly not mainly for me.

"Betty could you tend to my breasts?" Betty has Mom's breasts in her hands, sucking on them like a feeding baby. We both continue fur fondling her whole body. Betty is eagerly consuming Mom's breasts, moaning on them, feeling and feeding on the emotional satisfaction she has so long craved from her own mom.

Mom has drifted into soft and mild orgasms with Betty's gentle and caring attention to her as she runs her hands through her hair putting Betty deeper into hypnosis. This doesn't slow Betty at all but spurs her on to fulfill deeper desires within herself. Betty is experiencing mild orgasms as her pent up desires flood from her. She is very wet.

Mom gently pushes Betty back on the fur filled couch, her head resting in my crotch. She responds softly, squirming in the furs as Mom spreads her legs and buries her face in her thick and soft blond muff. 

Betty hasn't shaved for the boys and Mary compliments her on it to make sure it stays. Mom no sooner has Betty's muff and labia in her mouth than Betty erupts in a major orgasm, pushing and humping herself into Mom's sucking of her, having several more orgasms. She has been well fur fondled, wallowing in the furs with her orgasms. She's loving her new furry womb with her cheek and hair rubbing against my stiff cock. 

"Don't you think you are ready for Bill now Betty?" 

"Oh yes, I want to be fucked so bad! It's what I really came for. Please!!" .. as she turns her head to my cock kissing it and lightly sucks its tip. I'm beside myself with lust for her.

"You are sure now? Remember you don't have to do anything you don't really want to do!"

"I really want to be fucked, gently. Not brutishly the way the boys at school would do to me."

I don't think girls at school know what they are missing with my nine inch cock, thick as a tree trunk. Betty is a virgin and actually drooling on my cock. So much the better for her.

Mom stops our actions and has us all dressed with Betty back in the hall where she had put her in the trance. 3 .. 2 .. 1 and Betty is out of hypnosis.

"Betty it's so nice of you to drop by. You're here to see my son for math tutoring, right?" 

They are slowly walking into the living room towards me and Betty has her arms around herself with the chill. It is a cold day and mom keeps the heat low. Mom has her thick Red Fox vest to keep her comfortable and I'm in my Sable vest.

"Yes, I was hoping that your son would tutor me in math. I heard he is pretty good at that?"

"Bill ... could you do that for Betty?" Mom asks.

"Of course. I'll have you doing calculus in no time Betty."

"Oh thank you Bill."

"Is there something else Betty? You seem to still be anxious."

"Doctor I was wondering if you would talk to me a little about my sexual frustrations. My parents can pay you for your time if it takes more time.

"Oh nonsense. You just come in and talk. Would you like this to warm you up?" as she wraps the Shadow Fox coat around her body, fur side in after removing her light jacket.

"That's so very nice Doctor." gripping it close to herself and already stroking the fur to her body. Not a hint of anything odd in her response or to the situation.

"Here, sit next to Bill. You know Bill? You'll be seeing a lot more of him."

"Yes but we've never actually met." offering her hand to me as she sits in the heaps of furs on the couch. Again she makes no indication that anything is out of the ordinary or unusual.

"What fine furs you have. I love them!" eagerly stroking them and running her hands through the thick furs, hugging them and softly sighing as though it is perfectly normal.

"You don't mind Bill sitting in with us while we talk about your sexual problem? He will keep all in confidence. Besides you might want his opinion?" 

"Not at all Doctor." smiling sweetly, being already sexually conditioned for me.

"What has you so disturbed over your situation Betty?" 

"I really am disturbed by the crudeness of the boys in school and yet I desperately want to get laid but not by brutes. I haven't met a guy that I would feel even temporary comfort with. Sorry Bill, I didn't mean any offense to you but what do you think about this." I temporarily freezes but I manage a responds.

"I think you should be able to make love the way you would like and not how the other boys would treat you. Find someone you're comfortable with." 

"Very well said Bill. I would have said the very same." Mom says.

Betty has her shoes off and is curled up in the corner of the couch furs. She has already advanced her fur fondling to a distracting level. I'm also barefoot and curled up, wrapped in the big Red Fox spread. Betty is staring intently at me as she talks and fur fondles herself.




Fur Mom The Seductress



"Your furs are so very nice Doctor. It seems you like them too Bill?"

"Oh yes indeed. I'm quite taken by them. I even have a Red Fox fur spread on my bed."

"Oh wow. That must be really nice! .. with a very eager look in her eye .. You don't seem to be crude and gross like the other guys. How come I never noticed you? You are nice enough looking."

"Thank you but I don't try to run with the popular crowd. They wouldn't have me anyway. Besides I have a hard time talking with girls. Seems I freeze up."

"You are talking with me just fine."

"This is different. You are a guest in our house and you are so nice and friendly."

Betty has slid over much closer to me by now and running her hand through my furs. She's in a near frenzy of fur fondling herself as well, totally unaware of her actions. 

I have a very clear boner. My substantial cock making a very obvious bulge in my pants which I'm intentionally letting show for Betty. I'm certainly nervous over this but I've got to change my situation.

"Does this talk of getting laid excite you Bill?" Betty says.

I'm stammering now and Betty begins to fur fondle my face. 

"Please calm down so you can talk Bill. I won't hurt you, in fact I'm thinking maybe you might help me with my problem. Would you like to pop my cherry?"

"I have some things I need to tend to at my office. You kids have a nice afternoon and I'll be back in a few hours .. Mom announces, stroking us both with furs .. You two be real nice to each other .. OK?" and leaves us huddled in the couch together swallowed up in all our furs.

I reach out to Betty's hair with all the courage and willpower I can muster. I'm quickly running my hand through her hair. She's fully conscious now and capable of denying me. 

Betty responds by leaning her face into my hand and smiling sweetly with her squinting eyes and open mouth. Mary did condition her to do what I demand of her but Betty is very enamored by the situation and truly wanting me to take her virginity.

"Your touch is so very nice Bill. You should try more." and with that encouragement I put out my other hand and cradle her face with her hair and furs. 

Betty sighs with the approach and eagerly leans into my gentle tug. We lightly kiss as I fur fondle her face and head with our kissing. Betty is like butter in my hands with this as her mouth opens to our kisses and she parts my lips with her tongue. I can now do with her anything I wish. We kiss for what seems hours as we begin to wallow in the furs together. I'm so incredibly inspired and the feeling of control with her is intoxicating!

"Oh Bill, you are so good at getting me excited with your touching ... your kisses are wonderful and your fondling me with the furs is incredible! I'll bet none of the other guys have a clue about how to do what you are doing to me." 

"I love fur fondling you very much. I've dreamed of this moment with a girl."

"It sure cuts the crude edge?"

"A contradiction." with my hand wandering over her body, gently furring her without protest.

Betty begins pulling at my shirt to get it off without a word. I'm fur fondling her breasts softly and gently through her soft sweater. Her large hard nipples pushing out through the soft cashmere are getting directly fur fondled. 

She's bent on 'displaying' herself to mom with her choice, dressing seductively as possible. What an opportunity for me! I have her sweater off without a word. Her tits are glorious!! I fur fondle them generously.

"You have a tight situation here." as she runs furs over my bulging pants. She grips it firmly through the furs. I can tell she's excited by its size and hardness as I turn crimson with her touch. She strokes my face with her other hand smiling.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you are so beautiful and I don't really know what to do around girls. I kinda got real excited over you with my fantasies."

"I'm flattered that I'm the object of your wonderful fantasies. It appears you have a very BIG response to me. Maybe I could relieve some of the pressure." unzipping my pants my cock springs out to its full length and Betty gasps with delight. I'm gasping with relief, then I sigh in relief. 

"Looks like I won the lottery!!" Betty says as she fur fondles my cock all over. Betty is in high excitement over her (re)discovery of my substantial cock.

I'm quite familiar with fur sensations around my cock since it's the way I've always relieved my stiffy. Having someone else, a beautiful girl no less, do it to me is more excitement than one virgin guy can handle. She encourages my pants off and Betty has full access to my ample endowment and now I'm fully nude. 

"Betty, I think I'm not going to last very long. I've never done this before and with all the excitement so far I think I'm going to shoot my load very soon."

"Let me help. I've only heard about this from some of the more experienced girls but can I give you head? Having this big beautiful cock staring me in the eye and about to shoot all over is making me very excited and we don't want to rush our intercourse. Do we?"

"Oh my NO. We should take our time."

Before she can think it through she's wrapped her luscious lips are around my thick cock head and she's tasting the precum gathered on its tip. I'm pulling her sweater away as I watch her wonderful tits bob and jiggle with their release and from her bobbing on my cock. I'm mesmerized by the beauty of her flowing hair around my cock as she pumps my rod. I fondle her head, face and tits with furs, stroking her beautiful hair while getting my very first blow job.

I moan loudly as I'm suddenly pumping great gobs of cum down her throat since she doesn't want it to get on the furs. Once experienced, Betty will always swallow it all. She is instantly addicted to sucking me off and swallowing my cum. I can't imagine anything more exciting or satisfying.

"Oh Betty, you're fantastic. I'd heard about this and fantasized over it but for you to do that for me .. what can I do for you?" 

Without a word Betty slips her skirt off and lays back in the furs with her legs spreads for me. She must know what she likes and desperately wants. I'm sucking her twat like a pro after watching Mom suck her and other girls to orgasm. I know she'll like it and she's relishing my extreme attention to her clitoris. I flick and press on her clitoris with my tongue then I grip it between my lips, pulling it firmly. Betty goes bonkers with her orgasms in an instant and is soon begging for me to take her all the way. Oh how wonderful this is!

Mom has been instructing me while she was attempting to address my girl issues in the art of making love. She has been doing this for well over a year now trying to break down my reserve and freezing up around girls.

Since I can access mom's closet from my room without having to go through her room, I have been able to watched mom through the louvered closet door make love to more than one girl. I've watched from her closet, wrapped in her furs for a long time. It began when I masturbated watching her masturbate late at night. 

It was astonishing the first time I saw my gorgeous mom fur fondling her nude body then finger herself to orgasm. Before that I thought I was the only person on the planet to have those feelings. I masturbate to the scenes of girl on girl seduction in her bed for many nights. 

With those experiences I've imagined all the possible ways of making love with a girl and making them moan and scream for more. I know she knows I've watched though she's never admonished me for it. I think mom's thoughts of her son watching and doing that while she seduced and made love to the girls has been some kind of extra thrill for her. It has certainly been instructive for me and I got addicted to her and the other girl's beauty of making love. I grew to appreciate and love the sensual, wonderful and beautiful movements, the gorgeous expressions as they fondled and touched each other.

So the actual mechanics, even the sensual beauty of making love is something I have a lot of live visual references to draw upon. I don't have to surf the net to know though I have discovered my cock is the envy of womanhood .. or so they say on the web sites. 

The many thoughts and fantasizes over this moment in my life have been imagined in great detail, how to make it last as long and make the sensations as exquisite as possible. I have very specific plans for Betty. She is in for more than your average bungling virgin experiences. I'm now confident that Betty will remember her loss of virginity to me with fondness and I'm sure I will as well.

"Betty, please sit up facing me with your legs apart." she complies with a puzzled look as I reach out and grab her buttocks, pulling her close to me, sliding in the furs, her legs over my spread legs. 

Exciting stimulation in itself as her crotch and labia get well fondled with the thick soft furs. She's sighing and reaching down to my cock with her hands. It takes both her hands to grip it since it's gotten stiff with her sucking me off. I slide her to where my cock just touches her labia.

Since she already has my cock in her grip I show her how to stroke the tip of my cock up and down her soft curly blond muff so it gradually parts her labia lips a little deeper with each stroke. Betty gets it in an instant and eagerly complies. She is slowly bringing herself to orgasm just by doing this. 

Her twat gets quite moist and I keep wiping it up with my fingers and licking them clean. This sends Betty into another frenzy just watching me wipe up her twat around my cock and lick her juices. Mom gets girls whipped into a frenzy over doing this. It's wonderful with her sweet taste! She's moaning in a song like high pitched quivering voice raising in pitch with each stroke.

With each stroke my cock goes further and further between her swelling and puffy labia lips, becoming better lubricated in the process. We are both watching this intently. She is moaning a bit louder with shaking orgasms a bit stronger with each stroke especially since she's now having to force my fat cock into her tight twat after a bit.

I scoot up to her a bit closer. My tip can now penetrate her a bit further and soon it is pushing on her maidenhead. Betty is shaking with uncontrollable orgasms, her voice lowering dramatically in pitch .. "Oh Bill .. please take me .. ram your big cock deep into me ... pleeaassseee." 

I grip my cock and begin to vibrate it more energetically in her slit. She's having substantial orgasms with this action, screaming and moaning loudly. I look into her eyes with her glazed and wild look, having just left reality. She is breathing and panting very heavily, squirming and moaning uncontrollably. I know she's now ready. 

I lay her back into the furs, pulling more furs over her so she is totally swaddled in furs. I then slowly lean forward sliding my big virgin cock into her tight virgin twat. I feel the membrane strain and split. Betty lets with a soft moaning sigh. As my full member plumbs her depths. She lets with a long scream and I cover her face with furs to muffle the sounds and give her a full burying in furs. 

We stay motionless for a few moments, giving her time to adjust to this intrusion, slowly rocking against her twat with my cock buried deep in her. Then I move in an out with short slow strokes as her vagina is stretched to accommodate this. Betty is mindlessly moaning with an otherworldly groan and tossing her head from side to side, flinging her beautiful hair with this action. I'm fascinated with her beauty and the depth of her passions. This is way more passionate and personal than I had ever witnessed or fantasized!

I part the furs enough to lay my bare body to hers, her bulbous aureoles and nipples pressing hard against my chest. As I lay on her I begin to piston my cock by rotating at the hips, into her twat with no regard to her pain. Betty is moaning loudly as my cock pumps her with all the force I can finally muster. 

Betty is going wild with our screwing. Our passions are boiling over as we passionately kiss in between her jerking orgasmic spasms. I'm sure we're fucking better than our friends could only dream of. The pressure is building in my gonads and just before I finally ejaculate my cock swells larger inside her and Betty moans even louder. My mind leaves my body as I bury their moans in a passionate kiss with me pumping gallons of cum into her hot soft love hole and her final violent writhing and humping orgasm.

We both go still, my cock still deep in her and slowly shrinking. Even 'soft' I fill her more than most I think. 

With a grin on her face she's started tweaking me several times with her vagina muscles just as a test to see if she can. I think the result is more than she could have expected. Me being 'jerked off' by her vagina, cock is suddenly big as before and she's filled once again with my fully extended cock. With all the cum in her she's super lubricated and I'm already over the top ... AGAIN!

Betty rolls me over on my back in the furs and she goes for a ride. She is furiously siding back and forth on my rigid post as her long blond hair flails in the air with her energetic and wild motions. She making a singing-like groaning sound. Her beauty is incredible as she shakes with more orgasms!

Betty is fucking me for all she's worth, groaning and grunting with her orgasms. She suddenly just can't get enough of my tool in her. I nearly lift her off my cock with my second ejaculation into her. Her eyes are big as saucers as she feels loads jettison into her vessel. She shakes in a spasmodic orgasm, squeezing her vagina tight around my cock with my insemination of her and she collapses on my chest, her long hair spilling all over me. 

We just lay there for quite awhile. We have no idea how long we made love. As we lay there I fondle Betty all over with furs and my bare hand on her tits. She's still moaning and writhing in the furs. 

"We could go to my bedroom. I have as many furs there and we would be a lot more comfortable if you want to stay longer." 

"I would love to." 

Just at that moment Mom comes in the front door. Betty reflexes with furs covering her nude body as Mom comes into the room. 

She stands by the couch looking down at the two of us with a big smile.

"It appears you two did indeed have fun in my absence." reaching out to touch Betty's face. Betty smiles at Mom's touch and drops the furs from around herself, exposing her glorious young body to mom. 

"Your son and I had sex and he took my virginity." Betty proudly announces thrusting her chest out with a big smile.

"You must have enjoy it?" sitting on the couch beside us. 

"I don't know exactly how to answer, except that I'm so glad it was Bill. If complete satisfaction is more total than this I can't imagine it."

"How was it for you son?" her hands stroking Betty's breasts and large bulbous aureoles with furs.

"It was much more than I could have ever thought it would be like and then some."

Mom strokes Betty's hair and she falls in a trance. "So You took her real good, did you son?" 

"And then some more. I could screw her all day and all night without pause." 

"I can tell she is already wanting that but she will soon have to share you. I have other girls for you over the next few days." 

"Mom, don't you think you are overdoing it? Betty is all I can handle right now." 

"Never enough love and sex to be had for my son. Besides I need some time with Betty tonight if you don't mind?" with Betty already in her embrace.

"Who am I to deny my Mom?"

3 .. 2 .. 1 Betty is out of her trance and in Mom's arms as if it was her next thing to do.

"Oh Doctor I've so wanted your attention and affection." Mom kisses her and with conscious choice Betty moves on Mom with aggressive passions. Getting the mothers love she has so long craved. 

Mom takes her to her bedroom for the night. Betty gets motherly love as she will never ever again with another woman. Mom becomes her new 'mother'. She will be back frequently for us both. She sucks mothers twat and mother sucks her twat in what seems endless passions, filling her emotional void.

I watch them from the closet wrapped in furs and wantonly jacking off with no real effort made to hide. This drives Mom to excess with Betty and Betty with Mom.

Betty comes into the closet several times to get screwed by me while Mom has fallen asleep or is in the bathroom. I drive deeper yet into Betty's tight vagina filling her more than before. Mom is delighted to have her son's seed to lap up in her passions with Betty. She can't be without either anymore. 

Mom watches us screwing in the closet late that night with a calm satisfaction and feeling of success at having me so happy and so fully sexually satisfied. 

"You truly are magnificent the way you take Betty. I trained you so well." while watching and listening to passionate groans and moans of our orgasms emanating from her fur filled closet like two naughty children. 

"Oh thank you mom." I say thrusting into Betty once again.

"How quickly you grew up!"

Heidi

Heidi belies her name. Heidi's thighs are spread for any guy. Even at the height of my shyness I would have no problem screwing Heidi. 

Mom is thinking this is just the woman for me. A ferocious and passionate fucker with a gorgeous body. She's got to be mad! She'll never quit screwing around.

The thing about Heidi is why? She is drop dead gorgeous and has dark thick, wavy auburn hair fit for a hair shampoo commercial. Her nice smallish C cup tits perfectly fit her very curvaceous five nine body. Even the most selective guy would drop his pants for her unless he has to have a blond. Her parents are wealthy and her life is otherwise "perfect". Why is she such an unmitigated whore?

"Heidi, have you no ideal in a man? Isn't there an image of Mr. Right?"

"It's not Daddy for sure. He wants so bad to be in my pussy that I want him to know he is the last guy on earth that will feel the insides of my vagina."

"Couldn't you just stick with one or two guys?"

"The truth is 'I can't get no satisfaction'. All the guys are so lame, even the so called experienced guys. I'm thinking I've got to do it with an older guy."

"Do you mind if I hypnotize you? Maybe we can get at some causes and solutions other than your dad and screwing an older guy."

"No, I don't mind." Mom has her willing patient under in an instant.

Mom had her big Silver Fox on the coat rack and Heidi remarked over how nice it was when she came in. Mom had anticipated this with her. Mom undresses and puts on the Fox and is standing in front of Heidi with the coat slightly open.

"Heidi, what would you like to do now if there was the most attractive guy in the world in front of you?"

She reaches out and slides her fingers over Mom's lush red muff and slowly strokes her labia. Her touch is electric to Mom.

"But I'm not a man. You couldn't do this to a guy."

"I know. I've been wanting to do it with a woman for a while now to see if it would satisfy me. None of my girlfriends either want to or have the nerve."

"You can go further if you like Heidi." Heidi slips one of her fingers into Mom's slit and she gives with a moan of sexual satisfaction that surprises even herself." Mom then strokes her hair for the hypnotic trigger. This experience is thrilling for Mom. 

"Oh Doctor this is so soft and wonderful." as Heidi probes her soft vagina with her finger then another, carefully probing and rubbing Mom's clitoris. Mom is moaning even more sensually, getting weak in the knees with her continued probing and shuddering with a soft orgasm. Heidi is mesmerized with the sensations and Mom's response to her touch.

"If you want to pursue this further you can come to my house and we can talk about it. You are not compelled in any way to come. Only if you truly want to do this, understand?"




Fur Mom The Seductress



"Please Doctor! I have to have more!"

Mom is incredibly excited over Heidi. More so than any of the young girls she has had or even met so far. She is bent on "owning" her for herself. 

Heidi is at our house in minutes after getting out of school. She isn't really sure why she's there but she definitely wants to be there. She is incredibly sexed up for some unexplained reason. The Doctor is certainly a beautiful woman but she has been around beautiful women before?

Mom meets her at the door wearing her big Shadow Fox coat. She's wearing nothing else.

"Hello Heidi. It's so nice to see you so soon. Is there something on your mind?" 

"I don't really know except I really needed to see you .. pausing .. I sooo love your Fox coat. It's so soft and sensual." Heidi has an overwhelming sexual rush and is totally distracted as she reaches for the fur. 

"So what's on your mind?" stroking her hair.

I'm watching from the living room.

Heidi is instantly in her trance as she moves on Mom with her arms around her. Mom has her in her embrace and kissing her soft lips. Heidi is inside mom's mouth with feverishly passionate kissing. 

"Do you think you would like this?" as Mom pushes Heidi's head down between her naked thighs. Heidi locks on to Mom's labia like a hungry dog sucking and slurping in Mom's wetness, drinking her girl juices eagerly.

Mom has instant moaning orgasms like none I've ever heard. Just why she likes the girls so much. This time is by far the finest. Heidi's fervor and eagerness more than offsets lack of experience. Heidi's face is running with mom's girl juices. She pulls her back up and washes off her face in the Entry Lavatory. Drying her off well and getting all back to when she came in with Heidi's hands still in her fur, only further and definitely sensuous stroking.

"Oh Doctor!! I'm so sorry." 

Mom holds her hand to her fur as Heidi looks into her eyes with her lips parted waiting/wanting mom to kiss her, sliding her hands around mom's waist through the soft fur. Mom leans into her lips with a soft touching kiss, licking Heidi's lips and pulling her lower lip between hers. Heidi is moaning and hugging mom tighter, sliding her bare arms through the fur as mom takes Heidi's tongue she has offered between her lips and sucks on it like a nipple. Heidi moans loudly and is hugging mom and her fur even tighter. Heidi is totally Mom's for the taking.

Mom runs her hands through Heidi's wonderful hair as she lapses into another trance but for Heidi now trance and reality are the same for she has found her 'satisfaction'.

3 .. 2 .. 1 "Let's go to my bed now Heidi. Don't you think that is what you want to do?" as Mom makes sure she is not under hypnosis. 

"Yes Doctor. Take me anywhere, anyway you wish."

Mom lays an undressed Heidi back into her new Sable spread on her bed, covering and swaddling her in a mountain of furs. She then proceeds to consume Heidi physically and spiritually. Heidi is all hers and no other man will touch this wonderful pussy. Heidi belongs to mom now. I'm fascinated watching them make love from the closet. Heidi is so incredibly beautiful as my equally beautiful mom permanently seduces her. 

Heidi 'bribes' her father into an obscene number of furs that he continues to give her. Heidi augments Mom's furs with some of the most magnificent available. 

Heidi loves for them to take flasher trips. They fly to another city and dress in all fur bra and panties with fur lined fur coats like Fox and Sable. They venture out and flaunt themselves to men in blatant exposure then kiss and fondle each other in a lovers kiss while the guys goggle. They often go off and make love in their furs any time they please. 

The Twins 

Two days later on Wednesday mom has twin girls in her school office in more trouble again. Repeat offenders. This time it was Mom's job to see if she could curb this antisocial behavior of theirs. They were truly double trouble squared. Twins can be far more trouble than any two at random teens. 

Mom is wearing her Sable vest and the twins are transfixed on it. Mom knows she has the pair any way she wishes and they will be hers and my fur/sex slaves. One way to tame the beautiful little beasts. They are more willing than they could ever imagine.

"So you've been pretty ruthless with your taunting and harassing of Mr. Dilmore? What seems to be the motivation? Your usual excuses are unacceptable here. You will tell me the real truth eventually."

"What the fuck's it to ya?" Anne says.

"Well I see we have our work cut out for us. I may hypnotize you. I have to tell you for legal reasons."

"Fuckin' try. You can't hypnotize us!" Zillah says. 

Mom has them both in a trance almost instantly. She knew their susceptibility when she first met them at a joint meeting with the Principal a month ago and had 'prepared' them then. They both sit like a pair of beautiful dummies. Just for kicks and giggles Mom fondles them both. They have identical small hard tits with nipples like bullets and just as hard. They were turned on when they came into her office. It seems they both have a strong attraction to furs and have a few little cuddly fur jackets they wear at times.

"Anne and Zillah, I demand you to stop harassing Mr. Dilmore and any of the other teachers or staff. Give the students all the grief you wish except my son. You will be his sex slave. Do you understand these demands?" 

"Yes." in unison.

"Are you going to comply with my demands?"

"Yes." again in unison.

"When you comply you will feel very sexy and sensual." fondling their tits and pinching their hard nipples. "Is everything understood?"

"Yes Doctor." in unison.

"Are you feeling sensual right now?" increasing the tit fondling with her Sable vest, having lifted their sweaters for direct fur contact. They both gasp with the thrill of the feelings. 

"Yes we are Doctor." as they rock in their seats with the sensations. 

"You're going to want to talk to me about this at my house this afternoon aren't you?"

"Oh yes Doctor." stroking their hair for the same hypnotic trigger.

"You are going to crave fulfillment of your desires with my son and I aren't you?" 

"Oh Yes Doctor!" with even more fervor as they have mini orgasms from her continuing fur fondling.

Mom pulls down their sweaters, sits in her chair and brings them out of their trance. 

"We told you it wouldn't work." Mom glares at them both and they instantly sit back and shut up. 

"Now are you two going to behave and listen to your teachers?"

"Yes ma am we will." 

****

One of the reasons mom gets all the incorrigible kids is her performance. Because of the good behavior she gets from them overnight no one wants to question her techniques. Everything seems totally legal and the kids didn't seem any worse for the treatment with none complaining. She gets results. The Twins are a prime example. Most are sent on their way without further troubles or further intervention on her part. She has reported a few physical abuse cases to the authorities which certainly cements her caring image. She does, indeed, care for all the kids.

Only a very small selected few get invited to our house and they are not about to ruin their sexual satisfaction, fun and enjoyment. Mom always cares for their psychological needs to a fault and with their total satisfaction. Several have gone on to healthy and loving relationships with others and improved relations with their parents. One boy did end up making it with mom which is what they had both secretly wanted anyway. The boy was very thankful for his experiences with mom. One of the few times she did it with a male student. One she didn't really want to stop. She loved being pumped by his young virile and eager cock but it was prudent to make the transference to his mother. He did want to be doing his own mother after all and no other Psychiatrist would have been sensitive to such a thing.

****

The twins are five five, petite and thick shoulder length wavy brunet hair. Their bodies are well proportioned and very yummy. They ooze sex despite their wild goth attire, to the trained eye like mom's.

That afternoon the twins make their way to mom's like two zombies.

"Well hello girls. It's nice for you to come by. Come in. You probably want to talk?" 

"Yes ma am we do." In the Entry mom takes their black leather jackets. "It's a bit chilly. Maybe we should keep our jackets."

"Here girls. You might like these better." Mom passes Anne her reversible Shadow Fox coat and Zillah her reversible Norwegian Blue Fox coat which they both instantly put on fur side in.

"Oh my Doctor, these are very nice robes!"

"I thought you would appreciate them." the girls are instantly into full fur fondling of themselves.

"Come into the living room and sit." 

I'm on the fur heaped couch wearing a reversed Sable coat and the Twins sit each side of me as if all is perfectly normal. They are wallowing in the furs and cuddling up to me almost instantly as if it is expected. Unlike Betty, the Twins are already fur conditioned and are eager to get involved with them. 

Mom is sitting on the opposite couch wrapped in her Sable coat with a large dark brown Fox spread and pillows over the dark brown leather couch.

"Come give your Doctor a hug." as she spread out her arms to them. 

The twins rush over and wrap their fur wrapped arms around her, hugging and kissing her. Each gets a turn at a deep and passionate kiss from their mistress. Both are already sexually over the top both ready and willing to do what the good Doctor wants them to do without being hypnotized. Mom whispers in their ears ...

"Bill can help you girls to realize much more complete satisfaction for your sexual cravings. So why don't you go over and seduce him now?" 

They swagger over to me. I'm really getting off on these two .. "My god .. I think .. I'm going to do two at once!!" They are pulling their clothes off as they come back over to me. They are not virgins but have yet to have a satisfactory fuck. Their classmates just aren't making the grade. My tent is very obvious and is first to be revealed. 

"Oh my Bill. We didn't know!!" 

Anne and Zillah both are fur fondling my cock and kissing it all over. Neither have given head before and have small perky mouths but they are not deterred. There are two mouths licking and sucking all over my cock. Anne is sucking my testiest and Zillah is trying valiantly to get the whole tip of my cock into her mouth. Their attention is getting me extremely excited. Both my hands are busy up a pair of twat's. They manage to get all my clothes off in their actions.

I'm more than eager to do the two of them so I flip Anne on her face in the furs and with a single thrust I'm fully up into her tight twat pumping her for all I'm worth. Zillah straddles her sister facing me as we embrace passionately kissing while I pummel her sister's twat. Anne is screaming with her orgasms, muffled in the furs, as my huge cock fills and stretches her beyond anything she could have imagined. 

Mom is diddling herself and fur fondling herself in a frenzy watching me screw two gorgeous young girls in full view on a bright sunny afternoon. She loves watching me screw girls more than she could have ever imagined. 

As Anne becomes totally limp and spent with my semen oozing from her. He falls forward on Zillah and I drive my slick Anne juice covered cock deep into her glory hole with a scream. I cum almost instantly as Zillah violently orgasms. I drive into her relentlessly, filling her to overflow as she screams and moans from the pounding she's receiving. Zillah lays beneath us both smothered in furs, Anne sliding the length of her body as my cock reams her good.

Zillah looses everything and becomes helpless and spent. Bill pulls from her, pushing her to the side and drives fully into Anne once again. She doesn't 'contribute' as before but gladly takes all I have to offer as I shoot several more loads of thick cum into her soft and full vagina. 

Mom is encouraging me like a cheerleader .. telling the two girls how wonderful and beautiful they are as we screw .. coaching us on our actions and style. She takes Zillah as I toss her aside and wraps her in furs, wallowing with her submissive body in the other couch furs. Mom eats out Zillah with her twat full of my cum. Zillah is helplessly shuddering with orgasms in a nearly constant flow to Mom's sucking and fondling. 

Pulling from Anna I grab Zillah back and flips her on her face too and rams his still rigid cock fully into her again but from behind. Straddling her thighs I more slowly pump her with shorter strokes for a very long time. 

With Betty I had discovered I could screw all day, without exaggeration. Zillah is a molten mass of hot cum filled fuck meat when I'm satisfied and spent.

Mom takes Anne in the same way and gets more of my cum from her twat. Anne is squirming and writhing in a constantly flowing orgasm as her sister was.

Mom takes the Twins to bed with her for a night of love making in her bed. 

They're inspired to take mom in ways the other girls have not to now. They want to make sure they will be asked back for more of my cock tortures and mom's loving attentions. They love to have mom coach them and tell them how wonderful and beautiful they are while making love. They have found their satisfaction.

Return Business

Friday at school I run into Betty. 

"Is everything still good between us?" Betty tentatively and eagerly asks me. 

"Absolutely." as I wrap my arms around her and nudge her tight to my body. Betty smiles in relief and nuzzles into my chest. 

"Can we get together soon?" She plaintively asks. 

"After school?" 

"Oh yes! I was hoping soon."

I meet her after school and we walk to his house. We don't pause 'till we're in bed laying nude together on my Red Fox spread. I'm sucking her twat and fur fondling her all over. Betty is writhing and moaning in the furs to his attentions in a near trance of sexual ecstasy. 

Everything she was anticipating and more as I slide up over her body and plunge my cock deep into her wanting vagina. She thrusts up to me, driving my cock deep to her cervix. I pump her senseless with wanton ravaging of her whole body. 

Betty is a very experienced lover with just her second time and has an intuitive sense of just what to do with me and when. We're finding sexual and emotional satisfaction we just can't do without with each other.

After my experience with the Twins, Betty receives much more than she bargained for to her utter delight. 

I roll Betty over face into the furs and plunges deeper into her than she had believed possible. I wrap her in furs and fondle her butt and thighs as I pump her twat for what seemed a wonderful eternity. She never wants it to stop. My sexual stimulations of her are relentless. 

Betty is transported to a sensual world of unrelenting pleasures.

"It just gets better? Can we do this all weekend?" Betty asks in their first repose.

"It seems my schedule is open." 

I ravage Betty the entire weekend and I have her begging for more. 

Mom has her doing dishes and cleaning house with me while we recover. 

I screw her from after breakfast to lunch time Saturday morning without pulling out of her. Betty is a molten pile of loving fur wrapped softness. Everything I have ever dreamed of or fantasized. More than Betty had ever thought of or dreamed of as possible in all of her life. 

We screw often in front of mom while watching TV Saturday evening to mom's utter delight. I now know mom loves watching us screw and I'm more than willing to show her how good I've gotten. 

Betty loves mom's helpful hints and praise. Betty has even stronger orgasms with this encouragement and praise. It's such a pleasure to moan all the more passionately with mom watching us screw. "

It's so nice seeing you two enjoy screwing so much. You are such a beautiful pair in motion." as Mom strokes Betty's beautiful hair while I'm fucking her silly. She grunts and smiles for mom with her son's cock spurting copious seed deep into her womb. 

Mom kisses her softly at the height of her orgasm giving it an added burst. The ultimate praise for us both and mother's kiss of approval. We have 'come out of the closet' so to speak. Betty falls asleep in mother's arms.

Doing Mom

Monday evening the Twins want to 'sleep' with mom. They had a fight with their parents all weekend, their main problem in life, and need consoling. 

They individually come in to my bed for a 'quickie' lasting an hour each. After doing Zillah first Anne said mom sucked my juices from her and it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She is expecting the same treatment with great anticipation so I pump her full with glee.

After doing Anne I follow her back to mom's room and watch her suck Anne's twat of my juices. She didn't see me until after she was done. She was stunned as my juices were still slick around her mouth like I had caught her doing something very naughty.

I was on mom in an instant. The vision was certainly more erotic than I could imagine. I suddenly realized that my mom has always been my love fantasy and sexual role model. With all the times I've watched her make love with the girls I realized I wanted to BE one of those girls and make love with my mother.

I kiss her through my own jizzum and we both are so turned on. Mom returns my kissing after her initial reluctance and shock. I don't consider what's happening at all other than I'm driven with a passion deep from within me and my deep desire to make love to her. 

I ram my cock into her vagina without preliminaries. Mom is quickly moaning as I pump her twat with all the fervor I can muster. She being not quite as tight as the girls I'm able to slide in her with ease and comfort. We have unbridled passion for each other with the final barrier being torn away. 

The Twins are wildly excited to see her son screw her so wildly and passionately. They fur fondle us both as I focus on getting her totally filled with my juices. I flip her and do her from behind for hours it seems. 

When the twins come over now we always do a foursome. The twins have also discovered each other. They don't fight with their parents anymore. They just leave and come over for passionate love making. It defuses their anger and frustrations. Their parents don't know or understand at all but don't seem to care other than there is no more fighting at home.

****

Betty is still my special girl and she has found she likes some of the other girls as well. In fact Betty loves screwing me with Mom in Mom's bed and aids us when I screw my mom. It gives her a great deal of satisfaction and gratification having her passions sanctioned by Mom and Mom's attentions to her. I will continue living with Mom and Betty is becoming more and more a part of our relationship. Mom and I screw almost daily now. She can't seem to be without my fucking love. I have to say that Mom is now my favorite screw along with Betty. Mom lets Betty wear any of her furs out of the house any time. 

Mom and I sleep together most of the time now if Heidi isn't there or even if she is. Heidi still won't do it with guys though. Not even me. Mom's lesbian lover. Mom still does Heidi anytime anywhere and probably always will. She's mom's regular girl and sidekick. They often go off leaving Betty and me screwing the week or weekend away.

My bed is mostly for the new finds. Girls that come over to be screwed individually. That is if Betty is not in it with me which is more and more often. Betty is certainly everything I will ever need or want sexually and emotionally ... well I'll sleep with mom as will Betty for some time to come I suspect. Betty will probably bear children and be my wife. I know she is thinking she would like to get pregnant sometime in the near future. She'll be a good mother. It won't really interfere with our going to the local University. There is enough baby sitting help around us we can enlist to handle the children.




Fur Mom The Seductress



The other girls more often than not get their own furs now which certainly helps us and completes their personal satisfaction. Heidi did it with gusto to the benefit of us all.

It seems my main problem with girls was mom. Now that mom is a part of my fucking life, I have no problems at all getting dates on my own, not that I want or need them anymore. I mostly get girls I think mom will like to play with now. I have mom do her thing with girls I bring over. Particularly if it's a girl I want around for awhile for play or that mom has taken a fancy to for herself. Even though we are partners in life now mom still likes her girls and their young bodies plus I've grown increasingly attached to Betty. Betty is increasingly into doing the other girls for fun along with mom and me. She was not only my first but, by far, the best and it seems most compatible with me and my mom. She has the same insatiable sexual appetite as my mom now. The three of us screw all the time.



Fur Sex and the Single Girl



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Lynne has become very frustrated and unsure of her sexual inclinations of late. It has begun to be an all consuming thought lately. Horny would be merely comfortable compared to her current sexually frustrated condition. 

Her current situation has come about after a series of dates over the last year or more in which the men have been very aggressive and forceful in every case on the verge of date-rape. Not that Lynne doesn't want to meet Mr. Right or get laid but not nearly so brutally. Is this the case with all men? They have all been handsome, well built intelligent Executive and Athletic types that she was sure would fit her self image and would be compatible? Can she find a loving and affectionate partner? 

She sure doesn't seem to have any problem attracting men to her. Why can't sex be like a Chopin Nocturne? The right and left hands working together, making a single piece of beautiful music? Maybe sex with a woman would be more to her liking, she begins to think. Her best friend Ellen is a very attractive lesbian and she's strongly attracted to her. When Ellen hugs her or touches her in her very soft way, she has found it very pleasant with a mild sexual rush. She decides to talk to her about it or maybe more than talk. 

They have a date to go to an all singles mixer party tonight. These are usually straights but a few gays and lesbians often attend with friends, like her and Ellen, in the hope of catching a stray discontented straight. Lynne decides to force some kind of situation tonight as she is truly desperate to get laid.

Lynne is dressed to kill in a very enticing thickly sculpted knitted, open back, white cashmere sweater oozing softness, showing her beautiful smooth back and the shape of her modest but well formed breasts to their best. She has a white silk, mid calf skirt that shows her shapely butt in precise form and flares out generously just below her butt. No bra or panties to spoil the picture.

When Ellen comes by to pick her up she can't keep from running her hands over Lynne's magnificent butt. Lynne shivers with excitement and lightly kisses Ellen on the lips. Ellen suspects Lynne's intentions and casually breaks it off to leave for the party. Ellen, knowing Lynne very well, is totally knowledgeable of her dilemma and doesn't want to unfairly sway her despite her momentary desire to make love to Lynne. 

Lynne can no longer keep her thoughts to herself. She begins talking to Ellen as they drive to the party, starting to reveal her thoughts and feelings to her. None of it is a surprise to Ellen and she says as much.

"Why have you not made a move on me before now?" Lynne questions. 

"Despite how much I might enjoy that in the short term, it's not what you really want and it would destroy our friendship. I think you are looking for gentle sex and are confusing brutal and gentle with male-female. You need to find a gentle man who will love and care for you and avoid those handsome bruisers and insensitive muscular ass holes you have been mistakenly attracted to."

"I don't want some geeky or wussy guy. That doesn't turn me on at all" Lynne retorts.

"I'll pick a man for you tonight. You're in a rut and don't know what or who to look for." 

"You don't like men. How can you make an informed choice?"

"It's not true that I don't like men. I have a few very good men friends that I get along with very well. You know Bill and George very well. As heterosexual as they come and yet civilized. I think I'm a pretty good judge of character. Running my Marketing business, I have to do it all day long." 

"You're right. Bill and George are certainly nice enough, but they don't do anything for me. Besides George is married." 

"We'll find a guy tonight. There's always one good guy at just about every party as desperate for the right woman as you are for the right man. He may not be the most handsome one at the party but trust me."

"OK. Things couldn't get much worse."

The party is held in the Ball Room of a nice old Hotel, well appointed with appetizers and cheap drinks. With a couple of Corporate Sponsors and the low admittance no one is getting rich off this affair. Lynne and Ellen stay together for a while, talking to lots of guys and gals while remaining together.

They get there fashionably late and still after their first hour the party more than doubles in size. This is turning into quite an event after all. Bigger than any they have gone to before. 

"If ever there's an opportunity it's tonight", Ellen is thinking. 

People are milling all around, moving from one to another not unlike a business convention. A few have paired up in obviously more intense "interviews". They're not all male-female. 

There are two "staging" areas comprised of all males in one and all females in the other that kind of grow and shrink, occasionally merging. Some are swapping notes on their adventures and individuals. 

Ellen steers Lynne right into the middle of an all male cluster to Lynne's reluctance. Like being thrown into the Lion's den. She's instantly like a chocolate covered cherry with guys. 

Ellen whispers into her ear, "None of these guys. Just keep them entertained." This is easy for Lynne as this is very routine for herself. These situations always leads to some insensitive jerk that wants brutal sex. "No thank you," she thinks to herself and to all the guys one by one. With her slender five ten frame, striking red hair and brilliant blue eyes, it's hard for any guy to resist Lynne's beauty and the warmth of her charm. 

Meanwhile Ellen is cruising through the "reject" groups without much luck either, when out of the corner of her eye she catches sight of a lone guy clearly out of place at this party and any of the sub groups. A genuine loner. Tall, very rough and rugged looking but with a gentle demeanor. More casually dressed than the rest of the guys, almost like he had just left a construction site. Most of the guys are in suite & tie or super chic sporty. No woman is even close to him and he's muttering something to himself as Ellen approaches him.

"You're saying something?" 

"I'm sorry. I think my coming here tonight was all a big mistake."

"I understand and if it weren't for my friend, I wouldn't be here either. Are you having a bad time?" 

"Well the conversations are OK to a point but right in the middle of a sentence the woman of the moment will just turn and walk away without so much as a goodbye. Kind of like I was a pair of shoes she decided she didn't like after all."

"You are just the guy I have been looking for tonight. Don't get the wrong idea since I'm a woman's woman but my friend is not and she doesn't have a clue as to what kind of guy she should be looking for."

"This is certainly a twist I have never encountered. A match maker at a matchmaking party."

"Yes. A lesbian pimping for her straight girlfriend. Promise you will stay right here until I come back with her? I don't think you will be disappointed and please don't disappoint her. What's your name?" 

"OK but I can't promise I'll like her ... ah ... my name is Frank Martin."

"I guarantee you will like her!"

Ellen goes back over to the cluster of guys with Lynne as its core. Pushing her way through the group, or is that grope? Ellen grabs Lynne by the arm and drags her from the reaches of the male cluster. "I have the perfect guy. Don't questions over my choice or what you must do. Understand?" 

"OK Ellen. I hope you know what you're doing."

Frank sees Lynne being pulled from the group of guys by Ellen and his mouth is still agape when they get over to him.

Lynne is both surprised and mildly pleased with the man she's standing before. He's obviously pleased with what he sees judging by his open mouth stare. Not like any guy she has ever considered, for sure. In that respect Ellen scored. He's not putting the move on her to grab and grope. A good initial sign. In fact he seemed rather cautious and respectful in his approach to her, as if she were dangerous. 

"Lynne, this is Frank, Frank Martin. I'm going to leave you two alone now."

"Hi. I'm Lynne Allison" as she reaches out to shake his hand. She seems compelled to, with a kind of professional response as with her job. His long fingered hand wraps around hers firmly but gently. She likes it.

They then literally circle each other without speaking almost like a dance, eying each other up and down. Lynne begins to move and twist her body in a very provocative way she has never done before ... like a compulsion, sweetly smiling and she is not quite sure why? Seeking further signs of his approval? Her skirt is helping her with its flowing and light swirling action, riveting his attention to her. His response is visible. Between his growing bulge and increased smile she is enjoying herself in ways she never has flirting with a man. With the right music, they could be doing a folk dance. Mutual flirting in the extreme. 

"You sure didn't come dressed to impress" Lynne snipes.

"You sure did. It's been a while since I've seen anyone quite so beautiful and enticing."

Lynne is momentarily disarmed and further drawn to him with his comments. Not the first for this evening. "Why thank you. It is not often I get such unabashed complements without an accompanying move and grope." 

"That would sure spoil it for us both. I'm sure there is much to admire and discover with you." 

Lynne is so taken aback with this statement she visibly flinched. Frank smiles and stares straight into her eyes and begins to hum a Mozart dance tune that Lynne recognizes as they continue to visually size up each other. Kind of music to the dance they're in. She doesn't let on she knows the tune but lets him go on with it to near the end and hums the finishing few bars in unison with him. They both begin smiling and Lynne giggles like a little girl. She realizes this is no regular guy and her responses are totally different. If her flirting weren't so compulsive with him it would be like work since she normally doesn't have to do so much at all to hold a guys attention. Why is she so compelled to "perform" for this guy?

From the outside their dance looks for all the world like a pair of mating birds. Ellen is viewing this from a distance and getting a real charge from it.

"Would you like to leave and have coffee or a late dinner? Conversation might be a bit easier and more comfortable" Frank proposes.

"That would be nice." 

They headed for the coat room. Lynne gets her coat first and Frank helps her on with it. A very full and nice mid calf dark blue cashmere overcoat she often wears over her power suits for work. 

Frank then is handed his coat. Lynne gives an audible gasp and her heart is racing as Frank swings his overcoat over his shoulders, sliding his arms into the generous sleeves. It's a very large dark brown lambskin leather coat, fully lined with the thickest and softest Lynx fur Lynne had ever seen. 

This is nothing Lynne has ever encountered. She's suddenly sexually exited unlike with any man before. The introduction of this rich and luxuriant fur is a totally unexpected surprise to her. Suddenly the best dressed guy at the party. No guy at the party is even close to this! The dance continues with the Peacock plumage.

It's certainly not that she has never been around fur before but never with such a blatantly sexual response on her part, like a switch was flipped on. The reverse is usually the case with the woman wearing the fur and the man chasing after her. Though she has thought of it on occasion, Lynne never got any fur for herself. It never got to her before in the way this situation has. She's almost visibly shaking with excitement. 

She doesn't realize she uttered the gasp which elicits a very broad smile from Frank. Lynne isn't quite sure why he's smiling so broadly but it gives her a big sexual rush quite beyond her control. She suddenly realizes this isn't going to be an ordinary date. He has already gotten to her in a way no man ever has. They have only shaken hands and she's already sexually supercharged.

"Where would you like to eat?" Frank asks.

"How about Bill's Steak House?" She slips her arm in his as they walk out. Since Ellen had driven it's clear she's on her own tonight. 

Ellen always seems to find the most attractive woman in the room to go home with her whenever they go out. Usually a rescued woman from some brutish guy, so she certainly doesn't have to worry about her. There's the usual horde of brutish guys tonight doing their thing. Ellen really is a good friend as she could have easily had herself tonight. But what has she gotten herself into instead?

"That sounds like a fine choice. I haven't had steak for a while." Frank leads her to his car and lets her in. It's obviously a car he uses for work with plans and some material samples and a few hand and small power tools in the back seat and floor. Certainly not out to impress an Executive Princess. Clean and comfortable in any case. Most incongruous is the beautiful rich brown Fox throw folded and laying amongst the plans as if it were a decorators sample? The instant the car starts Schubert piano music fills the car. Frank moves to turn it down when Lynne places her hand on his to stop him from doing so. 

They smile at each other and drive off for the restaurant. She finds her hand resting in the soft fur of his coat as it billows over and out of his seat to her. It's quieting and exciting at the same time. Another rush flushes through her and her level of excitement ratchets up with an image of his lynx wrapped around their nude bodies laying in the Fox. Suddenly her heart's racing.

"I presume you are a professional of some sort Lynne? What's your work like?" 

"An Associate Lawyer doing mostly Real Estate contracts currently. What about you?" 

"I'm an Architect and started doing my own construction on high end houses and Condo's recently. Something I've wanted to do for some time now. I'm surprised I haven't run into you in my work."

"So that's why the plans and tools. I was thinking you were out to turn off as many women as you could tonight when we first met."

After a short laugh ... "I don't do things that lets one think I am something I'm not. Never thought that made any sense. It has certainly served me well professionally. But maybe that's why I don't do so well with the women? Most I've met and been with seem to prefer being lied to." 

He's certainly starting with real, but what about the fur? "I see you must like fur a lot? Your magnificent coat and the throw in the back seat?" continuing to run her hand through his Lynx.

"Yea, I've always loved fur and finally got some for myself since none of my former girlfriends seemed to care for it and I figured, why deprive myself of something I love."

"I've seen the occasional man wear fur before but never thought much about it until tonight. I think I really like fur and you wearing it."

"I don't mean to sound forward and screw up a good start but why did your girlfriend set us up? You don't seem like the type of woman that would have any problem attracting just about any man you wished. I certainly want to go on with the evening so if you don't want to tell me ... it'll be OK."

"I guess you should know ... sooner maybe, rather than later ... though I don't think it applies to you. Ellen thought she could do a better job of picking a man for me than I seem to be able to and maybe she's right. I always seem to get a guy that is totally insensitive, brutish and often not as smart as he looks. They are far rougher with me than I like without my realizing it ... until it's nearly too late that is and certainly making for one of many wasted evenings. So if you like things rough you can drop me off now."

"It may seem unlikely but I have had similar problems. The women I've been dating all lack subtlety. Very poor conversationalists, self centered and far too self involved. Far too blunt and a let's-get-it-on-and-over-with approach that totally turns me off. More like a temporary job interview. Mostly with women professionals and executives, my thinking that better education would create a more complete and feeling person. And most seem to want it rougher than I do." 

"You don't like it rough?" 

"Quite the contrary. I hope we eventually get to find out. You sure didn't seem that way at all." 

"I think I like you already." 

They finally get to the restaurant and are seated surprisingly quick for a Saturday night. Between Frank's coat and Lynne's beauty, most are staring at them as they go to their table, admiring the curiously perfect couple.

"So you enjoy Classical music?" Frank inquires.

"Very much and your test was most surprising. Music was my minor as an undergraduate. You have done this before?" 

"First thing I do to separate the wheat from the chaff. There are other things I do as well. I got tired of, as you say, finding out when it's too late and the evening is wasted. Being with a woman is not something I make a battle plan for. I'm looking for a mutually peasant experience, not a combative test of wits. I hope this is not what you had in mind?" 

"I was beginning to think I could only find what I wanted with another woman to be honest, maybe too honest."

"Too honest is a good place to start."

"Well then, how do you like it ... sex that is ... my wanting you to be way too honest as well."

"Soft, gentle and slowly in the furs for starters." Lynne sharply inhales with a big smile at this as a rush of excitement flows through her body uncontrollably, matching her earlier fantasy. "If it gets more energetic beyond that then we can agree to it and how. Your feminine softness when I first laid eyes on you had me instantly excited. Your cashmere sweater, silk skirt and graceful motions had me palpitating. They're continuing to have that effect. Honest and straight forward enough for you?" 

"Wow, and yet you have restrained yourself from groping me even now?" 

"That would be gross. You are far too beautiful and sweet to do such a thing. Besides, that would spoil the pleasures of seduction." Lynne is nearly trembling with excitement over his responses and comments.

"I've not felt comfortable talking to a man like this before ... to be so open and honest that is. The few times I have has seemed clinical and a total turn off. I was going to say you could start your seduction any time you would like but then you already have."

They sit eating for a while still staring into each others eyes. Frank's eyes gradually wandering and lingering over her shoulders and breasts, moving down her arms and hands. He finally reaches over taking one of her hands in his and kisses it lightly in her palm. Lynne quietly moans and sighs lightly as he does thinking he must not be into big jugs since he has sure lingered on her modest tits for a while. I'm sure he noticed my nipples grow as he looks at me. Lynne brushes his cheek with her hand and is ready for Frank to do anything with her he pleases. She already knows she will love every moment. "Thank you Ellen for this wonderful gift" she thinks to herself. 

They finish their dinner and leave the restaurant for the car. As they are at the car and Lynne is about to get in Frank opens his magnificent coat, wrapping it around Lynne as she moves into him wrapping her arms around his waist. She nearly faints as he hugs her for a long moment with his face in her hair. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and the softness of the fur around her. Her body is melting into his.




Fur Sex and the Single Girl



"I hope you are not put off by my forward behavior. I thought you might like a bit of the feelings I enjoy without bruising your butt." Lynne just looks into his eyes and softly smiles.

He then opens the door for her and she gets in. Lynne no sooner is in the car when she reaches back and pulls the Fox throw over herself. She is instantly stroking and fondling it to her face. This is well under way by the time Frank gets in. 

"Let me help you with that" Frank volunteers. He reaches over to her, kissing her lightly, which is like an electric shock to Lynne. Frank immediately is smothering her face and shoulders with the Fox. Soon her coat is off her shoulders and her back is receiving full fur fondling. Frank has had this in mind since first seeing her. He suspected, correctly, her back is erogenous to Lynne. She goes out of her mind with the feelings, driving her into a more passionate kiss. Lynne is half way to an orgasm and Frank hasn't touched a single sexual place on her body. Lynne can no longer contain herself and is consuming Frank with her kissing. She's already over the top. 

"My place?" Frank offers. 

"Oh yes, I'm sure." Lynne surrenders to their desires, setting aside any of her reservations.

It is not long before they are to Frank's place. It's like nothing she's ever see, even on the TV Celebrity Homes or Science Fiction. There must not be a flat surface in the house, except maybe for the floors and she's not sure about that even. Cedar and copper shingles, curved stucco and stone walls on the outside with lots of glass sort of concealed around corners. 

Lynne is expecting to see furs in his house but is still unprepared with what meets her eyes. Everything is curved, warm and welcoming with more stone and wood, warmly lit in a soft glow. Just about every chair, couch and built-in bench is covered with large fur throws and pillows of all types with a pile of furs and big fur pillows in the fireplace well. All on a thickly padded fur rug in a cave-like niche. 

Not much question where she will end up this evening. She can already visualize herself laying back in the furs as her heart is about to leave her breast with its wild beating. She's feeling like a cave-man/cave-woman experience is about to transpire. How ordinary and uninspiring all those other guys now seem and how exciting, warm and right this all seems. 

Frank helps her off with her coat and drapes his over her almost instantly. The soft Lynx caresses her back as he wraps her totally in its softness. The aroma of his pheromones the fur and leather is driving her out of her mind. Lynne nearly faints in his arms. She finds herself in Frank's firm embrace and their kissing becomes more like soft mouth fucking than a kiss as they consume each other. 

Lynne is wild with passion like a flood gate has opened with her pent-up sexual desires flooding out. She is only marginally conscious of her breasts being fondled with the Lynx at first in her kissing frenzy. As she becomes more aware of the sensations coming from her breasts her wetness begins flowing down her legs and she's headed for an orgasm. When she realizes the softness of the Lynx all over her naked butt and with the squeezing of her butt in the Lynx she is having the first twinges of an orgasmic flow. 

Lynne feels the touch of his long finger begin between her thighs near her anus as he slowly strokes her forward, parting her muff and labia. She's so weak her knees are about to collapse. His long finger slides into her wet clitoris, moving further up and into her. It finally finds her sweet knob with which she floods forth with the finest orgasm of her life. She's moaning and rubbing her body against Frank as he fondles and squeezes her little knob and she experiences the orgasmic waves flowing through her shaking body. The thrill and rush of just his artful finger in her is so much more than other men's cocks!! Frank is kissing her deeply, pulling her closer and tighter to his body. 

Lynne is helpless to whatever Frank has in store for her in his love cave and is fully trusting having his way with her knowing he will not hurt her in any way. She still has her sweater and skirt on. Fur is still all over her butt under her skirt sending her into a more intense orgasm. The sound and feel of the silk as Frank is using her sweater and silk with the furs to fondle her sending Lynne deep into a constant flowing ecstasy. 

So she has Ellen to blame for this situation, she is humorously thinking to herself. He wasn't kidding about his fondness for her attire and doing things softly. 

He's using her own clothes to take advantage of her she's thinking. Now that's creative love making.

"You have no idea how much I have looked forward to this experience. Leaving for this gathering tonight my level of expectation for this to happen was round about zero. When I saw you I fantasized how it might be with you but I still could not expect anything. To have this happen and particularly with you is beyond any fantasy I could ever have." 

"Please take me Frank. I'm beyond thinking and want you all over me and in me. Smother me in your love womb. Most guys can't make me orgasm at all and yet you did without us having intercourse. Soft is definitely best and you certainly know how to push my pleasure button." 

Frank sweeps Lynne up in his arms, carrying her over and laying her in the furs in the soft fur lined fireplace well. While he starts a fire Lynne removes her clothes in a show for Frank. She shows him how much she appreciates the softness of her sweater more than before and also enjoys watching Frank take his clothes off in the growing firelight.

His body is as rough, rugged and wiry as he appeared fully clothed. As no nonsense as his personality. Exciting and surprisingly appealing to Lynne. Not like the bulging muscle gym models she had been having experiences with to now. Too much testosterone or steroids? She knows he is capable of doing anything he wishes with her and she somehow knows she will love it all.

Lynne then realizes she is laying back staring at Frank's rather substantial cock with her legs spread apart when Frank begins to fur fondle her thighs and stomach around her thick bright red muff. Most guys don't like it but Lynne is proud of her muff. Lynne is going out of her mind with the softness bringing her to yet another orgasm. Frank is kissing, stroking and then fingering her vagina. 

Lynne is humping his face with her hands behind his head as Frank consumes her. Frank loves her muff. She is soaring through places she has never been in her entire life. Frank gradually moves up her body totally engulfing her in the furs. The feel of the fur to her naked body is an other-worldly sensation. It is enough alone to send her into orgasm as Frank fondles her all over as they kiss with a passion beyond any in her life. She is being sexually consumed and excited in ways no man has ever done for her.

Frank has finally moved over top of her and is fully into her to her cervix with a single stroke. She lets with a loud moan to his grunt and they are joined cock hair to muff. Lynne is in an immediate orgasm with the anticipation, marveling at how full she is and the strength of her orgasm as she grips her vagina around his incredible shaft watching her own body shaking and jerking involuntarily to her orgasm. It just takes her to even higher levels of excitement. 

Lynne hears a woman somewhere in the room moaning in the most sexually stimulating way. She is unaware it's herself she is in such a state of ecstasy. Frank rides her orgasm to one of his own bringing her right along with him. They're both smiling and moaning in unison. He has driven her deep into the furs and she is reveling in the engulfing softness. This just inspires her to new orgasmic heights. "Thank you again Ellen. If you only knew!!!" as she smiles. In the warmth of the fire they experience orgasm upon orgasm wrapped in each others arms buried in the furs. 

As they relax with an interlude Lynne's body tingles all over with an orgasmic glow as Frank continues to fur fondle and kiss her over her entire body. He keeps her just below orgasm. She thrills at his artful and skillful manipulation of her body and mind as he 'plays' her body like a musical instrument.

She is mesmerized by the contrast of her pale soft skin to his darker and coarser tough skinned body with the soft furs enveloping them both. A beautiful picture of the flexing and flowing of the contrasting organic elements enhanced by the warm flickering glow of the fire. Frank orgasms her entire body inch by inch. He keeps her in a constant state of orgasmic bliss.

After several rounds of Frank driving into her and smothering her with furs and affection Lynne rolls over on top of Frank who is most willing to be taken by her. Lynne is emboldened by her new high levels of excitement and begins smothering Frank with the furs. His submission to her is energizing in ways she as never known. She is filled with his cock so deeply implanted in her. 

She strides and rides Frank like a merry-go-round pony, up and down back and forth on his pole to orgasm on orgasm. Frank fills her to overflow and receives her attention with the furs submitting to her every desire. Lynne is beyond satisfied, beyond satiated, beyond any experience of her life. 

The next morning Lynne awakes in his bed. She's still engulfed in furs and had slept in them with Frank. She's aching between her thighs from more screwing than she has ever done in her life but in a way that makes her very happy. 

Frank had carried her into the bed in the early AM and they continued to make love until sleep overcame them both. She had begun to make more active love to Frank by then. Seems he likes being fur fondled and "taken" as much as she does and she so enjoyed doing it to him, empowering her in ways she has never experienced.

This is more sex than she has ever engaged in aside from it being the most satisfying ever. She's alone in the bed and wants him with her, in her still. Lynne realizes with a flash of passion she is now addicted to sex with Frank in the furs. 

Hearing noises from the Kitchen she gets up wrapping a fur around her nude body and goes to the sounds and smells in the Kitchen. 

She comes into the Kitchen wrapped in a big, soft, thick and lush hooded Red Fox coat with the fur to her beautiful soft pale body. Frank had used this fur to incredible effect on her last night just before they fell asleep. 

The bright morning winter sun is flooding in on their scene and lights the fur and her hair like a bright fire. With a breast peeking out, nestled in the soft Fox lapel, she is looking very much like a luminescent fur goddess descending from Mt. Olympus.  

"If only I could paint as Rembrandt" Frank says to her. Lynne blushes and smiles opening the coat to flash him. 

Frank just has a pair of jockey shorts on as Lynne comes over still showing off her beautiful body, putting the full fur make on him as she has quickly learned to do, wrapping the Fox around them both and pulling down his shorts. He squeezes her butt with the Fox pushing his rigid cock into her now familiar moist warmth. Lynne is moaning and fully humping on Franks stiff post to a quick orgasm. She awoke half way there and Frank was already ... well ... ready for her. 

"God Frank, you have enough furs that fit me to wear for a week without repeat. Were you waiting for me?"

"Well yes I was, but if you hang around we can get some more so you can go a month or more without repeat. There are a few in particular I would love to get for you and of course anything else you would like." 

"So different from most situations where the man is not involved or interested in me or my choices other than to look sexy." 

"Yes indeed. There are sweaters, leathers and other things I would love to see you in if you don't already have them? It's the subtle richness we wrap ourselves in that also excites me. We should talk about what mutually turns each other on and judge our dress accordingly, don't you think?" 

"Most definitely. A very different relationship than any I had previously anticipated with a man. Are you suggesting what I think?" 

"You mean an ongoing relationship? ... if we don't blow up from the heat of having sex today, I think so, if you are of the same mind that is?" 

"Sex with you is beyond any previous experience and I wanted so much to please you and make you orgasm as much as myself. This is unselfish in ways I never thought of before. Having you submit to me last night was the most exciting sex act of giving, you to me and me to you, that I could ever think of having." 

"I am already your slave Lynne. Whatever you wish is my command."

"I never expected ... not even dreamed of this. I don't know where this will take us but I certainly want to go there with you. I'm so glad we met this way rather than over a conference table." 

Lynne never thought this would happen so quickly and without preliminaries. Meeting Frank last night was so sudden and unexpected yet so total and complete. It's as if they have known each other and been together for a long time already, she's thinking as Frank kisses her in her hair, kissing her neck and nuzzling into her in a most affectionate way. She loves all this so very much as they are enveloped in their soft furry warmth around their tightly pressed nude bodies rocking softly back and forth to Chopin. Their right and left hands caressing each other ... piano four hand. 



Fur Traders



It was a rainy spring day and as much as I hated shopping I couldn't put it off any longer. Upon first entering the department store I passed a cute brunette trailed by two little girls. It was obvious that the shorter of the two wasn't happy to be there. She reminded me of myself at that age. I smirked and went to find the items I needed. While standing in the checkout line I could see the brunette searching the crowded aisles. It looked like only one of the little girls was with her. The shorter of the two girls was nowhere in sight.

"Zoe! Zoe! Where are you?"

When I heard her shouting for the little girl I decided to leave my place in line and offer my help.

"What happened?" I asked walking up to the distraught woman.

"We were picking out for clothes for Angie and when I looked around Zoe wasn't there," she said hurriedly.

"Where were you when you last knew Zoe was with you?"

"Over there. By the girls jean sets," she said pointing to clothes racks near one of the walls.

"My sister is going to kill me," she cried following me to the children's clothing section.

I looked back but didn't ask her about her comment. There were quite a few people in the children's clothing area due to the clearance sale. I kept bumping into shoppers or shopping carts and reminded myself never to step into another store on a Saturday again. If Zoe was anything like me she probably looked for a quiet space to crawl into to get away from everyone. At least I hoped she did. Every clothes rack I passed, I pushed the clothes aside and looked at the ground near the base of the rack. The closer we got to the jean sets, the more I worried that she wasn't here. My heart rate was increasing rapidly as I checked more and more places without finding Zoe. I pushed a number of clothes to the side of the largest rack, and I saw the little girl curled up against the center pole, asleep. I had not realized how tense my body was until I felt the relief at seeing the little girl. I looked toward the brunette who was trapped between shoppers and motioned with my hand for her to join me. When she reached me, I pointed to the floor.

"Zoe!"

The little girl opened her sleepy eyes, startled.

"Can we go now?" she asked oblivious to the havoc she had caused.

The brunette held out her arms to her, tears of relief running down her cheeks. She held the girl, looking uncertain about what to do next.

"How about we go to the food court and get an early lunch?" I offered.

She merely nodded and stood up, holding both girls' hands. We headed out of the store toward the food court. The walk was done in silence except for Zoe and Angie pointing out items in the stores we passed and calling out their colors. 

"What would you like to eat?" I asked when we reached the food court.

"Whatever you're having."

"And the girls?"

The brunette looked at the girls and then back at me.

"I don't know. They're my sister's girls. I convinced her to let me take them shopping. It's my first time out alone with them," she said.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'll get some slices of pizza and fries. All kids like pizza," I said and winked at her.

"Thank you," the brunette said quietly when I came back with the food.

"You're welcome. I'm Chris by the way."

"I'm Cassie," she said with a smile. "How did you know?"

"How did I know what?"

"Where to look for Zoe."

"Oh. I didn't. I just hoped she was like me," I said sheepishly, "When I was young, I really hated going shopping, any kind of shopping. I would get bored and tired of following my mom around the store, especially when she would stop at every rack to look at clothes. And of course there were always so many people there, bumping into me because they were never looking down. So I would crawl under the clothes hanging from the clothes rack to get away from everything."

"What did your mother do?"

"The first couple of times she freaked out. Fortunately I had not fallen asleep so when she would call for me I would crawl out of my hiding place. She caught on quickly to where I would go hiding after those incidents. A couple of times I fell asleep and couldn't find her. I walked around crying until someone took me to the Customer Service area. Then they would page my mom to come get me. Once I got older, she would just ask a cashier to page me instead of looking for me herself."

"Really?" Cassie asked incredulously.

I merely nodded in response and took a bite out of my sub.

"How old were you the last time she had you paged?"

I finished chewing and took a sip of my soda.

"Seventeen. The look on the cashier's face was priceless. She must have been expecting someone much younger," I said laughingly.

She laughed with me. She had a beautiful soft laugh.

"I should probably take them home before I screw up some more."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"A good aunt wouldn't have lost Zoe."

"Come on. You don't believe that?"

She shrugged her shoulders. It was no longer raining but it was still overcast as I walked her and the girls out to her car.

"Will you let me buy you dinner tonight as a thank you?" Cassie asked after buckling the girls into the car.

"You don't have to buy, but I'd like to have dinner with you," I answered.

We arranged the time and place and exchanged phone numbers just in case. I watched her drive off and decided I had enough shopping for one day.





Fur Traders



"Aren't we both going to paddle?"

"We're not going to go that far from shore. I figured we could sit in the back together."

Putting on her vest, Cassie kept her eyes down, her shoulders slightly slumped. I put both paddles in the canoe and pushed it into the water.

"Do you remember how to get in?"

Cassie nodded. I helped her in the canoe so that I could touch the soft skin of her back.

"Sit on the back seat," I instructed.

"I thought I was sitting on the cooler?" Cassie asked confused.

"Nope. The cooler is for me," I said getting in.

I sat on the cooler leaning slightly against the thwart. I reached behind me and grabbed the paddles, handing one to Cassie. We pushed away from the shore and I put my paddle behind me and stretched lazily, all the while smiling at Cassie. Cassie was looking at me with sparkling eyes while she paddled. There were several other boats out enjoying this special nighttime treat but they were at a distance from us.

"Cassie, look down at the water."

She looked at me puzzled.

"Please," I said motioning with my head toward the water.

"Oh my God!" Cassie exclaimed looking at the water.

Her paddle was creating a shower of light. The water dripped off the paddle like little sparks. As the canoe glided along it was lit up from underneath.

"What is it?" Cassie whispered like she was trying not to disturb the amazing event unfolding before our eyes.

"Bioluminescence. There are small organisms in the water that give off a glow when they are disturbed," I explained.

"This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Cassie said reverently.

We watched the light display beneath us in silence while we slowly glided. After gliding for half an hour over the lighted water, Cassie put her paddle in the boat, got on her knees and crawled to me. She slowly rose up, resting her hands on my bare thighs. I could feel the warmth of her touch spreading throughout my body. She leaned into me, her face inches from mine, her breath on my cheek.

"This has been the best day," she whispered in my ear before tugging my earlobe with her teeth. She nibbled her way down my neck, then back up again, over my chin, until she rested her lips on mine. I held her waist and felt her hands between us. Zippers being opened echoed over the water. It took a moment to register that it was the zippers on our life vests. Cassie crushed her body against mine. We both gasped at the contact giving our tongues an opening to meet. I slid my hands under her vest and up her back, drawing her closer. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my jet black hair holding me tight to her. Our tongues danced together, occasionally separating to search out hidden spots in each other's mouth. I moved my hands to her front, brushing the side of her breasts. Cassie loosened her grip allowing enough space between us so that I could slide my hands over her breasts and to her back. I found the clasp of her bikini and opened it with ease, freeing her beautiful breasts from their confinement. For weeks I fantasized about this moment but my fantasies never included this surreal setting. I trailed my mouth down her neck and made my way to her breasts. I put my arm around her waist and lifted her slightly to get better access to her breasts. I kissed and licked around each one, avoiding her nipples.

"Please," she begged.

I flicked her nipple with my tongue just before sucking it into my mouth. I lightly bit and tugged it before releasing it and repeating the process with her other nipple. Cassie responded to my ministrations by moving her pelvis, trying to make contact with any part of my body. I moved my free hand between her legs and rubbed her mound over her shorts. The canoe was rocking gently to the rhythm of Cassie's moans. As she got closer to her release, her hips rocked faster against my hand. She let out a long moan and collapsed against me. I held onto her while she tried to catch her breath. She slid down a little and rested her head on my thigh. I paddled, backwards, slowly in the direction of our campsite.

"Are you alright?" I asked when we reached the shore running my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm, I don't want to let go," she said looking up at me.

"Come on, baby. Let's put the canoe away and you could hold onto me all you want after that."

We got out of the canoe and carried it away from the shore. I was putting the cooler away when I noticed Cassie spreading a blanket next to the candles.

"Cass?" 

As I walked toward her, she began to remove her clothes slowly. I stopped mid-stride and admired the display unfolding before me. It didn't take her long to remove everything, and she stood there in the candlelight bathed in a golden hue. She beckoned me with her arms. I went to her and let her undress me. She caressed and kissed my shoulders leaving a trail of goose bumps. I lifted my arms so that she could remove my bathing suit top. She threw it on top of her clothes, her gaze never leaving my small perky breasts. While her hands caressed my abdomen, she leaned in and took a nipple in her mouth, making me jump a little. Her mouth left my nipple and licked its way down my abdomen stopping briefly at my navel. Her hands unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down along with my bathing suit bottom. Her fingernails were moving up and down my thighs and then moved upwards over my butt as she stood back up, sending a shiver through me. She took my other nipple in her mouth while my hands clutched her shoulders. I pulled her up for a deep kiss. Our hands roamed, learning each other's bodies.

"Lie down with me," she said.

She pulled away slightly and tugged on my arm to follow her to the ground. We lay on our sides facing each other. Leaning forward, I captured her lips with mine. Our tongues danced while our hands roamed, caressing arms, backs, thighs, and massaging breasts. The tempo of our caresses and kisses increased until Cassie nudged me onto my back and quickly lay on top of me, our lips hardly breaking contact. Cassie moved slightly away and licked, sucked and kissed my sensitive neck eliciting moans. She slowly licked her way down my chest and stomach leaving a wet trail behind. I wanted to hurry her along. When she reached the dark curls on my mound, she raked her fingers through them. My body shivered and moistness gathered between my legs. She moved her mouth toward my mound, lightly exhaling over my wet lips, which she had spread wide with her fingers. She alternated between licking and tugging the lips with her mouth. She took her time occasionally moving her mouth away and kissing my thighs. She was driving me insane. When she sucked my clit into her mouth, my back arched off the ground and my hands grabbed the blanket below me. My breath came in short pants. I tried to stave off my impending orgasm and enjoy the attention, but it had been a while since I was with someone and I felt as sensitive as a virgin. Cassie didn't let up and continued to suck and lick my clit until my orgasm overtook me. My breath caught, my eyes shut tight, and the sensations washed over me.

Cassie kissed her way back up to me. Her fingers entered me at the same time as her tongue plundered my mouth. I sucked on her tongue tasting myself on her. I moved my hand to her wet mound. My fingers entered her and mimicked her fingers' movements. We continued to kiss and rock against each other until we both climaxed, one after the other. We removed our fingers and held each other, occasionally kissing and murmuring endearments.

"Cass, baby, we should sleep in the tent. It gets cold at night."

"Five more minutes. It's really nice out here," Cassie murmured.

The wind picked up a little, making Cassie shiver enough to roll off of me. We gathered our clothes and blanket, blew out the candles and went into the tent. We snuggled in the sleeping bag with Cassie resting her head on my chest. I ran my hands through her silky hair.

"You know, I have a garage for my car and there is extra space. Enough for a canoe," she said lifting her head and looking into my eyes.

My hands stilled. I lifted my head slightly and just looked at her not knowing what to say.

"We should get our own canoe since we'll be coming out here a lot this summer," she said smiling while placing a kiss over my heart. I hugged her tight and smiled thinking about the possibilities of our future excursions.





Fur



The building manager seemed to be glad to see me. "Sorry about the trouble you had last night," he said. "Your fiancé assures me that it won't happen again. The one guy who fell on the steps and broke his jaw, how is he doing?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said. "I came home unexpectedly and Drea was entertaining some friends. We got into a disagreement. We've broken up. She's keeping the apartment so I'd like my name taken off of the lease."

"Well, let me call her," he said. "If she okays it there's no problem."

"Why do you have to call her?" I asked.

"Both of your names are on the lease," he said. "In order for her to be held liable for the entire lease she has to agree to it."

"I'll tell you what then," I said. "Our lease runs out in another month anyway. We've already paid for this month. I'll write you a check for half of next month's rent. That way we don't have to tell her anything."

"Well, I'd still need to speak to her," he said.

"You can just give me a receipt for the payment," I told him. "I'll fax it to her. That way she knows that all she's responsible for is half of next month's rent. At the end of that next month if she wants to renew the lease she can do it alone."

"Okay, let me get my receipt pad," he said smiling. He left the room and seemed to be gone for longer than necessary to find an object that he probably used often.

When he came back in the room he didn't have it. But he sat down and smiled. I held out the check. He reached for it.

"Where's your receipt book?" I asked.

"I'll have to get it," he said. That struck me as funny but I let it go. He seemed to be taking his fucking time finding it so I got up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"There's something going on," I said. "I think I'm going to visit your boss at his office and tell him what I want. It's better to speak to the owner sometimes."

"Please don't do that," he cried. "She promised me a hundred bucks."

I bolted for the door. I got it open just in time to run into Drea as she tried to knock on it. I pushed past her and she grabbed me.

"Drea, get your hands off of me," I said.

"Jack, we have to talk about this," she said. "I'm sorry, they got me drunk and you know how much I like sex. You have to forgive me. I love you."

"Oh, okay Drea," I said. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me turning us around as I did.

"So you'll forgive me just this once?" she asked.

"Yep," I smiled. "...But only this once." I turned and walked out of the door.

"Where are you going, Honey?" she asked. "I think we need to go upstairs to our apartment so I can prove something to someone."

"I'll be right up," I said. "Take your clothes off. I need to get my stuff out of the truck."

She smiled and kissed me and headed back down the hall. "So we're okay?" asked the building manager. I gave him a cheesy smile and the thumbs up sign.

I walked out of the building whistling a cheerful tune. I got into my truck and drove across town to the first of my apartment appointments. I liked the place but it turned out to be owned by the same management company that owned the other building. I tuned it down for that reason alone.

The second place that I saw was beautiful. It was right on the waterfront. The scenery and landscaping was awesome. It was also twice my rent at the apartment I shared with Drea. The third place was a nice building but there were too many kids around the building. Some of them were teenagers and they were just hanging around looking for trouble. I have nothing against kids, but I work nights. That means that during the day I like to sleep. I need quiet for that. It also means that while I'm away from my place it's vulnerable.

In only a month or so I'd have four million bucks, why quibble over a few dollars? I signed a three month trial basis lease of the second place.

I drove by the warehouse even though I knew I wouldn't be working that night. As I pulled up in front of the place, I saw three motorcycles parked there.

I'd turned my phone off. I turned it back on then. Drea had left me six more messages just since I'd left her this afternoon. They were pathetic. They started out wondering what was taking me so long to get my stuff and ended up with her crying into the phone.

The phone rang as I was listening to the messages.

"Jack, that wasn't very nice," said Drea.

"Well, it got me out of the building without having to hit anyone," I said.

"Jack, can't we talk about this?" she asked. "I love you. I'll do anything you want, to make this up to you."

"There's nothing you can do Drea," I said. "We're done."

"But Jack, it was only sex," she said.

"Drea, do you have any idea of how stupid what you just said was?" I asked. "Of course it was only sex. What the fuck did you think it was, ballet, nuclear fission maybe? It was sex. You were having only sex with a bunch of guys, one of whom was your brother. So yep maybe it was only sex, but to me it was a deal breaker."

"You didn't do anything illegal. You and I are not married yet. So you were perfectly within your legal rights as a US citizen to go and fuck as many guys as you want. I, on the other hand, am also perfectly free to end our engagement at any time and for any reason. I find you fucking a gang of guys on our bed to be sufficient grounds to do so. No hard feelings. I'm not angry at you. This works out better for everyone. If I had found this out after we got married it might have been expensive. I do have to admit that I'm kind of hurt, because, Drea, I really have no idea of how you feel about me, but I loved you so much. It does hurt, but I'll get over it. You can keep the furniture and everything I didn't take. I won't be back."

I thought she'd hung up the phone and I was going back to checking my messages. There's a weird thing about phones. She hadn't actually hung up the phone on her end and I had my phone on speaker since I was driving. As a result I could hear her conversation. She was talking to her brother.

"This is as much your fault as mine," she snapped. "I was a good girl for over two fucking years. I only had a month or so to go and we'd have hit the gravy train. Why couldn't you have gone home and fucked your wife. You had to come over to fuck your baby sister."

"Shit Drea, you're hotter than her. Her pussy ain't as tight since she had the kids. Besides you always said I was the best and you're a slut anyway. I was just riding by with the guys. I stopped off to knock off a piece with them waiting downstairs. You were the one who said bring them all up. You always were a slut for gang bangs anyway. And it's not like this was the first time you'd cheated on him. What about last month at the hotel? What about when he went out of town on business for that warehouse he works at and you got fucked every night that he was gone? Instead of pointing the finger at someone you need to help me find a way out of this shit."

"But then, the thinking part isn't your strong suit is it baby sister?" he asked. "That's why I had to find him for you in the first place. It was me who told you about him getting the money and all wasn't it? And look at how easily he just made a fool out of you. He told you okay I forgive you and you marched your dumb ass back upstairs, took your clothes off and waited for him. It took you almost an hour to realize that he wasn't coming."

"But you have to help me get him back Gus," she whined. "He's less than a month from getting the money. And you know what? I do love him. He's the only guy I've been with that treats me that well. I should have never started fucking you guys again. I could have been rich. But you need to think up something, because if I'm not rich, I won't be able to give you any money either. And shit Gus, I'm twenty five, you know what's going to happen in a few years. If I'm anything like Momma and Molly, by the time I'm thirty my tits will be on my knees and I'll be a butterball. Only someone who loves me will stay with me then. So Jack will either have to love me or give me half of his money. Think of something."

"Yeah, I'll have the guys keep looking for him and we'll bring him in. Maybe we'll just hold him here. We'll keep the two of you locked up here together. Sooner or later the two of you will start fucking again. We won't leave you anything else to do. Maybe he'll knock you up. Then we'd get child support. Child support from a guy who has millions of dollars is more than enough for all of us to live on."

"But Gus, I want my Jack back," she whined.

"Bitch, we can't always have what we want. If you really wanted him back you should have kept your legs closed. You've probably fucked at least forty or fifty guys since the two of you got together. You were bound to be caught just by the law of averages. We're lucky you lasted this long. At least you were smart enough not to shit where you eat. If you'd picked up anyone at the bar he'd have caught you before now. We're just going to have to squeeze whatever we can get out of him."

I heard a door slam in the background and turned off my phone.

So, I thought, now I know. In a way I was hurt even more. But knowing really did help. All this time I guess I'd thought that Drea had met me and fallen in love with me, but had been cheating on me for a while. I guess I thought that maybe she was some kind of sex addict and just couldn't stop. Maybe with therapy or something she could be cured. But the situation was completely different from what I'd thought. Drea and her brother had set out to hook me from the beginning. I guess when all is said and done it always comes back to the money.

Maybe, from what Drea said, she did like me or love me a little bit. But the over-riding concern here is, was and always would be, the money. So no matter how badly my heart hurt, my brain had taken over. I'd done the right thing. I was better off without her. In a few weeks I'd be able to buy all the short fat assed blonds I wanted. They have a factory out near Vegas where they make them to order anyway.

With her brother and his biker buddies looking for me, I should probably lay low for a while. I figured the smartest thing for me to do would be to wait until tomorrow when the electrical system would be back online at work and then call in and tell them that I'd have to go out of town for a few weeks. I had a huge bank of vacation hours and sick time, so there shouldn't be any problems.

I'd take a little vacation and after I got my money, maybe I'd simply move somewhere else for a fresh start. There really was nothing holding me here.

I was starting to drift off. A nap sounded good until I realized that I hadn't eaten since that morning and it was almost five p.m. I suddenly remembered my promise to the waitress and headed out to my truck.

I drove over to the café keeping one eye on the road and the other on the lookout for bikers. I walked in and sat down at the same table I'd taken that morning. She was nowhere to be found. I looked around and didn't see her anywhere. Then she came out from the kitchen carrying a tray full of plates. She looked nearly exhausted. Waitressing was hard work and to do it for a twelve hour shift was no joke.

As soon as her eyes spotted me, her face lit up. Her back straightened out and she added an extra swing in her hips. She put the tray full of plates down on the table and dashed over to my table before the other waitress even noticed that I'd come in.

The customers at the other tables were confused. She'd just dropped the entire tray of plates on their table without taking the plates off of it or giving them their orders. They didn't know whether she was coming back or not.

The other waitress was giving her evil looks too. She hadn't finished with one customer and had pounced on another. She smiled at me and told me she'd be back in just a second then went back to the first table.

As my waitress quickly zipped back to her first table to dispense their plates and drinks, the other waitress, a taller chunkier blond who wore a lot of makeup zoomed over. "Did Nadja wait on you this morning?" she asked.

Her voice sounded like cigarettes and hard liquor. Her breath smelled like alcohol covered by breath mints. The smell under that was definitely a uniform that was only washed every other day. Her name tag read "Flo." But she didn't seem to be flowing at all. She had that look of someone who had gone with the flow at one time and ended up stuck in the middle of the stream. Life had passed her by and now she was hoping for a miracle.

She reminded me of an older version of Drea. In her twenties, she'd probably been a really pretty, really curvy blond with an hour glass figure. She'd probably had a big curvy ass, some jaw dropping boobs and a twinkle in her blue eyes. She figured that she had all she needed to catch herself an easy life. So instead of studying and finding a career, she'd taken the easy path. She'd taken the easy way out in terms of her life too. Instead of looking for a lasting love with "Mr. Right," she'd settled for quick fun with a series of "Mr. Right nows."

So now in her forties, the sand in the hour glass had shifted. Her big curvy butt had become just another cellulite riddled fat ass. If you looked hard enough you could make out the dimpling through her cheap nylon uniform. Those jaw dropping boobs were just a wonder bra away from her waist line and their nipples now pointed at the floor instead of reaching for the sky.

Her twinkling blue eyes had lost their glow to too many parties, too much alcohol and too many broken dreams. All of a sudden, she realized that she'd missed out on most of the things that make life special.

For a woman who could once have had almost any man she looked at and did, often times more than one at a time, her own personal hell was realizing that at this point in her life, she didn't have even one. She went home each night calling her sister a bitch, because her less pretty sister lived in a nice split level ranch home with her boring but loving husband and three kids. Flo lived in a fifth floor walk-up studio apartment over a bowling alley.

If something were to happen to her, no one would find her until the smell of the cat shit got so bad that someone had to investigate it.

I saw all of that in the glance I took as she asked me the question.

"Uhm, yeah, she did," I said.

"Did you really give her a tip that was bigger than the bill?" she asked.

"I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"So uhm what else did she give you? It wasn't anything too kinky was it? Because look, I can do anything she did for you. And I'll do it better and cheaper. If you know what I mean," she said, looking around nervously.

Before she could say anything else, my little brown haired waitress was back and looking at her angrily. I could almost swear I heard her growling under her breath.

"Oh, hey Nadja," said Flo. "I was just taking his order so you wouldn't have to. I know you're busy with the table over there and..."

"You can take them," said Nadja.

"But they're already eating. All you have to do is get their check from them. And, of course, get your tip. It wouldn't be right. You did all of the work," said Flo.

"Mine," said Nadja, smiling at me. Flo shuffled off to the other table. I heard her mumbling about evil bitches under her breath.

Nadja stood over me smiling. The change in her was remarkable. In a matter of seconds, she went from glaring at her co-worker to smiling at me instantly. As I looked at the menu, she seemed pleased. I got the idea that if she could have, she'd have not only taken my order but gone into the kitchen and cooked it for me as well.

"I'll have the fried steak," I said, noticing that she wasn't writing it down.

"No," she said sharply, looking at me and shaking her head.

"Okay, I'll have the grilled steak then," I said.

"Unh uh," she said with the same little shake. "The meat isn't good, it's past its due date," she whispered.

"Uhm a hamburger?" I asked questioningly. I was rewarded with a smile and a nod.

"I'd like fries with that and..." I paused when I noticed her shaking her head again.

"The grease hasn't been changed in weeks. The fries all smell like fish," she said under her breath. "Yuck."

"How about soup?" I asked.

"As long as it's canned. None of that home-made stuff," she said.

"Can I have tomato soup with my burger?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes sir," she said loudly. "One hamburger and tomato soup coming up."

As Nadja went into the kitchen to relay the order, Flo headed back to my table. She kept an eye on the door to the kitchen. "Have you ever heard of the girlfriend experience?" she asked. The door swung open and she quickly turned back to pretend she was just walking past me. When she saw that it wasn't Nadja, she came back, still keeping an eye on the door.

"You get the whole thing. We pretend that we're married or dating. We go out and eat or see a movie, then you get to take me home and have me for the whole night. We can do whatever you want. I can even stay over of you want. It costs more but it's worth it," she said.

"Is it worth your life, you old hag?" Nadja had snuck up beside us so quietly that neither Flo nor I had heard her coming. She hadn't come out from the kitchen either.

"He's not interested in your..." Nadja hissed.

Flo left the area so quickly I thought she had a rocket up her ass. Nadja stood there glaring at the other waitresses. She surveyed the room fiercely. It reminded me of those nature shows where some wild animal has its back against a wall protecting her cubs from all comers. I wondered if the tips were that vital.

I guess this morning had proven me to be a good tipper and Nadja was making sure that everyone knew that I was HER customer. In the back of my mind I knew there had to be more to it than that. She brought me my food a little while later. She had a ratty jacket on over her cheap uniform. She looked like any other woman in her twenties.

"I'm done for the day," she said. "I hope you come back. I'd miss you very much if you didn't. I might even have to track you down."

"Before you go, can I have my check?" I asked. She looked at me strangely.

"You need to eat," she said. "You haven't eaten yet."

"I'll pay for it first," I said. She went and brought the check over. It must have been some kind of dinner special. The bill was 4.99. I gave her a twenty and a five. I thought Flo's eyes would bug out.

"Are you giving me five dollars for a tip again?" she asked. "You don't have to tip me."

"Actually the five was for the meal," I said. "The twenty was your tip. You take really good care of me." Flo dropped her tray of dishes on the floor and stared at us.

"I'd like to," she said biting her lip. "I'd like to take care of you. You come back very soon okay? But you eat now, you're too skinny. Remember what I said about tracking you down. And don't go with the Flo."

Over the next few days I maintained a very low profile. I moved into my new apartment. I got new furniture and had it delivered. Some of the things I brought home in my truck and assembled myself. I stayed home from work but I drove near there often. Nearly every time I went by there I saw motorcycles either directly in front of the building or down the street.

I also changed my cell phone number. That didn't benefit me nearly as much as you'd think. Instead of me being deluged with calls from Drea all day long, I was deluged with calls from my friends who all wanted to tell me how upset Drea was and how badly I was treating her.

I even got a call from the personnel director at my job. He'd met Drea at the company picnic and really thought that he was helping me by relaying her calls to me. I guess he thought that since we were engaged and everyone knew it, he was helping to smooth out the path to marital bliss.




Fur



I ended up having to tell eleven God damned people about Drea cheating on me and explain to them why I couldn't get back with her. Most of my male friends were sure that I was losing a good thing. Some of them even suggested that I just keep her around to have sex with and just never marry her.

On the other hand, the women were all split between two camps. The nice ones all thought that Drea really loved me and that I should look at this as a mistake and give her another chance. The REALLY nice women all told me that Drea was a whore and I was doing the right thing.

All I knew was that in two days I'd be walking into a lawyer's office and walking out a lot richer. I shopped and put my new apartment together. I met a few of my neighbors and maintained my low profile. The only time I ever left the building other than shopping was to go eat at the restaurant. I guess I knew that going there was risky, but I needed to be around people occasionally.

There was also the fact that Nadja was growing on me. When I sat down and thought about it, I realized that there was a big difference between her and Drea. Drea had a knack for letting me know that I could fuck her anytime I wanted, any way I wanted. But Nadja simply lit up when she saw me. Drea's reaction also apparently extended to other guys. They could also fuck her whenever they wanted, however they wanted. I got the feeling that Nadja would be the kind of woman that was all mine and would expect me to be all hers.

Over the time that I'd been going to the restaurant, things had progressed really slowly between us, but also very steadily. It had gotten to the point where if I walked in, the waitresses would all see me and some would nod politely, but none of them would approach my table. Even if Nadja was taking a big order from another table full of people, they would let me sit there.

I asked Flo about it once and she told me from across a table. "Remember three days ago when Sandy asked you if you wanted to order and you told her what you wanted?" she asked. I nodded. It had been a mistake. Sandy had just let me order whatever I asked for and it turned out not to be very good. I ended up ordering something else and Nadja had a fit.

She'd taken my plate away from me before I even had a second bite to figure out what was wrong with it. She'd made me order something else.

"Well, Nadja slammed Sandy into the wall so hard she cracked the drywall and is still having back pain," said Flo. "So nobody here is going to come near you. But if you want to hook something up, she leaves at six and I work until nine."

I noticed that Flo was whispering and even then she didn't slow down to talk to me. Nadja soon came out of the kitchen and flashed her smile at me. She pointed one finger skyward and I knew that meant that she'd be with me in one minute.

As she came over to my table, she ran her hands along my arms and over my shoulders. It was a gesture of familiarity. Most men would have thought it was nice. Most women would have recognized that it spoke of her claiming me.

Nadja had on tights tonight under her uniform. I didn't think anything of it. She smiled when she saw me looking at her legs. "Do you like this color?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. Her face fell. I'd noticed that any time I didn't like something about her it was as if I'd punched her.

"It's not that I don't like the color of your tights, Nadja," I said. She smiled again when I said her name. I'd also noticed that she loved it when I said her name.

"I just love looking at your bare legs better. I just love your legs. They're so..."

"You want to mate with me don't you?" she smiled. The smile she gave me had to have been brighter than normal by several megawatts.

I'd never heard anyone phrase it like that. I'd had women ask if I wanted to be with them. I'd had women ask if I wanted to make love with them or to them. Some of the skankier women asked if a guy wanted to have sex with them and the flat out whores asked guys if they wanted to fuck. But I had never heard the question phrased exactly like that.

"You do, don't you?" she asked.

"Nadja, do you think that maybe we could go out on a date or something first?" I asked.

"Why?" she asked. Her smile told me that the question was genuine. She wasn't being coy or playing any kind of game.

"Well, I really like you," I said. "So I'd like to get to know more about you. I don't want us to rush into something and mess up a chance for us to be together for a long time."

"Jack, we're not going to be together for a long time," she said. This time it was me who was disappointed.

"We're going to be together forever," she continued. "Or at least until we die. But you already know that," she smiled.

"So, we REALLY need to go out on a date," I said. She laughed.

"Okay, if we have to," she sighed. "But it can't be tonight. We'd better wait thirty six hours. In fact, I have to go now. She looked around the room and made sure no one was watching us and then gave me a very quick kiss on the cheek. It had me wondering whether or not she was crazy. It was the kind of kiss a high school girl might give her boyfriend. It wasn't what I'd expected from someone who'd pretty much offered to get horizontal with me. As she held my hand before she left I noticed something about her that I'd never noticed before. Her slim arms were very hairy. I'd seen those same arms before and I guess that I'd just missed the hair. It was very thick it was almost like a light coating of fur.

She kissed me on the cheek again and I felt hair on her cheek too. It wasn't noticeable, but the thing that shocked me about it was the fact that I was sure that only moments ago when she'd kissed me the first time, that hair wasn't there. She let go of me reluctantly and started to walk away.

I was watching the sway of those slim hips walking away from me when I heard the voice.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," he said roughly.

He turned the chair across from me around backwards and sat down in it. "Drea is crying her eyes out over you and you're off making puppy dog eyes at that. Her tits aren't that big and she doesn't have an ass. Drea makes her look like a boy. What's wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me," I said. "I just happen to prefer women that I don't have to share with a gang of other men. I also happen to prefer women who don't fuck their brothers."

"Well yeah, there's that," he laughed. "But you gotta understand. Gus and Drea had a tough time growing up. When they were younger a lot of the time all they had was each other. That's a tough bond to break. And you yourself know that Drea loves sex so..." 

"So what does that have to do with me?" I asked.

"So Drea also loves you," he said, as if that explained everything.

"We already covered this," I said. "Drea and I are over. I don't want to have anything to do with a gang bang slut, much less be engaged to one. I paid my half of the rest of the lease. You guys can go over to the apartment and fuck Drea til the cows come home. I no longer care."

"That won't happen anymore," he said. "Drea had to pick between you and what she was doing. She picked you."

"But she did it too late," I said. "We're done."

"Then you need to come and tell her in person," he said. "Can you at least have that much courtesy?"

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. She answered it on the first ring. I put the phone on speaker and let him hear her voice. "Drea, this is Jack," I said. "We had a good run but we are just too different. I don't want to marry you. When I caught you that night in our apartment it broke my heart. I'm still trying to get over you. Maybe someday in the future we can sit down and talk about it. Have a nice life. I really did love you, way more than you loved me."

"But Jack," she whined as I hung up the phone.

"How was that?" I asked.

"I can see you're going to be a hard ass about this," he said. He got up and left the restaurant the same way he came in. I figured that he knew that he alone wasn't enough to take me anywhere. I remembered the plan that Gus wanted to try from the conversation I'd overheard. I knew that Drea also knew that in only a couple of days I'd get my money. So I decided to get the fuck out of there before he came back with enough guys to try to drag me off somewhere.

I quickly dashed through the kitchen and went out the back exit. It was the same exit that Nadja had taken less than ten minutes previously.

I rushed out the back way and looked around in the alley behind the restaurant. It was dark but the moon was up and full. I knew of course that the full moon lasted only seconds so it wasn't actually full yet. The moon appeared to be full for a period of up to thirty six hours to the naked eye but again the moon was technically full for only a few seconds. Something about that make me think but I didn't put it together until later.

As I was contemplating the moon and wondering how to get to my truck without being seen, they stepped out of the shadows.

There were three of them.

"We figured you might try to sneak out the back way," said one of them. "But it wouldn't have mattered." He pulled out a phone and dialed a number. "He came this way," he said.

Even as he hung the phone up, he smiled at me. "We're all going to go visit friends," he smiled.

"We're all not doing shit," I said smiling too. "I'm not going anywhere with you. And we don't have any mutual friends."

"Aww, don't be like that," he said. "Your fiancé loves you. This is all a big misunderstanding."

When he said fiancé something happened. I swear I heard a growl from the trash cans behind the restaurant.

One of the three looked around. I think he heard it too. Three more guys came around the corner and the next thing I knew there were six bikers around me in a tight semi-circle. The door back inside the restaurant was closed and I had my back to the wall.

"Okay, this won't be the first time I got my ass kicked. And it probably won't be the last. I'm probably going to go down, but I'll go down swinging and at least one of you cowards is going down with me," I said.

"What are you talking about Jack?" asked the guy who'd come into the restaurant. "We don't want to hurt you. We don't want to fight and we don't have to fight. We're just going to take you to see Drea. You two will stay together for a few days and when everything is fine, you guys can go ahead and get married."

I was sure I heard the growl again. Whatever it was, it wasn't a little lost dog.

"We were really hoping that you'd come with us voluntarily. But if we have to drag you back to Drea kicking and screaming, you're going," he said.

That was when all hell broke loose. I grabbed the lid off of one of the trash cans near me. Holding it by the edge I swung it with all of my might and it bounced off of the head of the guy nearest me. The impact was so hard the lid bent. And the guy went down. He wasn't out but he was dazed. I kicked the guy next to him in the nuts and he went down holding his crotch.

"I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this," said the first guy again. Two of them grabbed my arms while a third punched me in the face. I spat blood into the face of the guy who'd punched me.

"Fuck you," I sneered. "If I live through this, I'll make sure none of you guys do. As soon as I get my money, you're all dead. And if I don't live there's no money so Drea and Gus will kill you anyway."

The next thing I knew, I heard the growl again but it was angrier and far closer. As the men wrestled, trying to drag me out of the alley a big shadowy figure took one of them down. I briefly saw huge jaws clamp down on one of the mens' neck. He screamed and then whatever had done it was gone.

I heard another growl and saw a flash of a huge clawed paw rake across the face of another guy. The two men holding me were looking around them in terror. I picked that moment to attack again myself. 

The two men holding my arms were more shocked than I was. I snatched my arm free and backhanded one across the bridge of his nose. He staggered back and saw a huge furry creature barrel into the man holding my other arm. "What the fuck is that?" he yelled. Then he took off running leaving his friends behind.

The thing that had attacked us had one man cowering in a corner. I turned to flee as well. The last man looked at me and said, "You ain't going nowhere buddy."

As soon as he said it, the creature abandoned the man it had trapped in the corner and turned on him. He tried to run, but it incapacitated him with one swipe. Its vicious claws rent the muscles in his back savagely and he went down and didn't move.

The creature turned to me. It was taller than me and more massive. It had huge teeth sticking out of its furry snout. I'd have thought it was a huge misshapen dog if it hadn't risen up onto two legs. I had no weapons and the only possible ally I had was the last remaining biker who was still huddled in the corner too afraid to move.

The creature sniffed the air and paused looking at me. I saw a shiver go through its entire body and then the massive head glared in my direction. The surprising thing about it was that its eyes were not what I was expecting. They weren't feral or animalistic at all. They were almost human. In fact I was sure I'd seen eyes like that somewhere before. In my shocked state though, I couldn't remember where.

The creature sniffed again and then took off into the darkness. For a long time I just stood there in shock. Then I turned and started to walk towards my truck.

"Hey, wait," said the guy in the corner. I turned to look at him.

"Aren't you going to do something?" he asked.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like call 911 or check the bodies to see which ones are dead and which ones may need help?" he asked.

"Nope," I said. "I'm going home."

"But, you...you have to," he said.

"No I don't," I snapped. "You assholes were trying to kidnap me. When I decided that I wouldn't just go along with it, you started to attack me. Whatever happens to them happens. I don't care if they live or die."

"You don't understand," he said. "We don't have anything against you. We were just doing what Gus told us to do. This was all about trying to get you and Drea back together. Drea loves you dummy. We're the good guys."

"No," I said. "You're the dumb guys. Drea and Gus want me to marry Drea because I'm about to inherit a lot of money, tomorrow in fact. If I'm married to Drea or she has my child they figured that they'd be on easy street. Even if we got divorced, she'd end up with some money so she wouldn't have to get her lazy ass a job. Gus lined all of you guys up to do his dirty work and didn't give you all of the facts or even tell you about the money did he?"

"No," said the guy. "He just said that there'd been a misunderstanding between you and his sister. He showed us a bunch of pictures of the two of you together and Drea sat there crying about how special you always made her feel. She told us she loved you and she'd never be the same without you. Gus told us that you saw him kiss her and didn't realize that it was just a brotherly kiss congratulating her for being engaged to you. He figured we could bring you in and explain the situation to you and everything would work out. In the end, he figured you'd thank us for saving your relationship."

"So all of you weren't there when I caught her then," I laughed.

"When you caught her?" he asked.

"I caught Drea fucking her own brother and probably a bunch of other guys who were waiting their turn," I said. "I'm not marrying any woman who needs to fuck anyone except me."

"I don't blame you," he said. "If my old lady did that, I wouldn't have run out on her. I'd have beaten the shit out of her and whoever she was with."

"I guess I loved Drea too much for that," I said. "Plus I'm just not the kind of man who could ever hit a woman."

"So why didn't you just tell us this from the beginning?" he asked.

"I tried to," I said. "I kept telling that guy that I had nothing to say to Drea. I told him that everything between us was over and done with. He wouldn't listen."

"Well you probably still shouldn't have set that dog on us. That was the biggest, scariest fucking dog I've ever seen. How do you train something like that?" he asked.

"What?" I asked. "I've never seen that thing before. And I don't think it was a dog."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "That thing showed up when we started trying to convince you to come with us. It bit or hurt everyone it saw until you stood in front of it. I thought you were dead, but it just took one look at you and then it quieted down and it left. What was it if it wasn't a dog?"

"How many dogs have you ever seen that walk on two legs?" I asked.

"Well the ones in the circus do it all the time," he said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "This is the circus. Since you think I know that thing, I'm the ringmaster and you and your friends are the clowns. I'm outta here."

I walked back to my truck. I kept looking over my shoulder because I was sure that someone was watching me. I turned in every directions several times but saw no one. I opened the truck and started the motor. Just as I was about to put the truck into gear, a tapping on my window scared the shit out of me.

I turned and saw the biker I'd just spoken to. I rolled down the window and looked at him.

"I don't have a way home," he said. "I want to get out of here as soon as possible, can you uhm..."

"Get in the back," I said. "I'll drop you off at Drea's. You can call for a ride from there." He climbed in the back of the truck and held on. I drove back to the apartment I'd shared with Drea. When I was a few blocks away I asked him for his phone. I used his phone to call Drea because I didn't want her to have my new number.

As soon as she said hello, I just started talking. "I'm dropping one of your turds in front of the toilet you turned our home into," I said sarcastically. "You and Gus had better start taking better care of your toys. At this rate you're going to run out of them soon."

"Jack, fuck him," she said. "Fuck all of them. Fuck Gus too. None of them matter all I want is you."

"Drea, haven't you already done that?" I asked.

"Done what, Honey?" she asked sweetly.

"Fucked him, fucked Gus, fucked all of them," I said. "You were fucking me too, but that's done with."

"Jack, you know that I'm kind of messed up in the head. I just thought it was all in fun. You were the only thing that mattered. The rest of them were just...Look I've been doing it since before I ever met you. You knew when we first got together that I wasn't an angel. But you treated me like one anyway Jack. I guess I thought that if you didn't know about it, no one would be hurt. I grew up knowing that nobody gave a fuck about me. I had to scramble to get everything and I always had to have something on the side just in case. It's just survival, honey."

"When I met you, it didn't matter whether it was for one of my brother's schemes or not...Okay, maybe at first that was what it was, but shit Jack, I fell for you. After a while I just loved you so much that none of it mattered anymore. When you drop whoever you're with off, you can just pick me up. You and I will go away together. We'll go somewhere that no one knows us and we'll start all over again. I'll sign a paper that says that if we ever divorce or break up that I'm not entitled to a cent of your money and any kids we have will stay with you. I promise that I'll never let another man touch me for the rest of my life."

I have to admit it was a tempting offer especially since I really had loved her. But I just didn't trust her anymore. I didn't trust her as far as I could throw her. So I just stopped the truck outside of her building long enough for the guy in the back to get out and drove home.




Fur



I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow and slept soundly throughout the night. If I had any dreams, I don't remember them. Sometime in the early morning though, I awakened and lay there in bed thinking about everything.

I thought about Drea. She was beautiful but I wasn't in love with her anymore; more and more my heart belonged to Nadja. I was sure that if she grew her hair out a little bit, she'd be at least as attractive as Drea and her beauty would last far longer. That was when I made the connection. That was when I put it all together. I'd started thinking about how beautiful Nadja's big gray eyes were and then I realized that they were the same eyes that dog thing had.

I sat up in my bed in a cold sweat. Then I laughed out loud. I must be going crazy I thought. This is the real world. What was I thinking? Nadja was some kind of dog girl? Oh my God, my girlfriend is a werewolf.

I got up and decided to go to the restaurant for breakfast. I looked around and didn't see her. Another waitress came over to my table and asked me to take my order. She was cute in a chunky, mom-like way. "Where's Nadja?" I asked.

"Oh she doesn't come in this early unless someone else is off," she said. "And she's taking today off too. So what can I get you?"

"Nadja's phone number," I said.

"Let me guess," she smirked. "You're Jack, right?" I nodded.

"I shouldn't be surprised," she said. "For the past few weeks everyone around here has been talking about Jack and Nadja. Did you know she hurt one of the other waitresses for waiting on you?"

I told her I had heard about it.

You said before that she only has worked her a short time -- in fact she started the day Jack came in -- now you say she has worked here almost a year -- only about a month or two have gone by.

"That girl has worked here for almost a year. She's one of the few here, besides me that doesn't fuck the customers and then you come along and she goes crazy. So what is it? What do you have that's got her so hooked on you? Let me guess, I've heard you talk so you don't have a really smooth line of shit. You dress like you work in the warehouse down the street so you aren't rich. That means you have to have like, a foot long dick that's as thick as beer can, right?" she asked.

"Nadja's never been with a man so once you lit her up that first time, she just became addicted to you, right?" she asked.

"Uhm I think it's more the other way around," I said. "We've never had sex. In fact when she brought it up I told her I'd rather have us date first so we could get to know each other. In fact, we've never seen each other outside of this restaurant yet. And you'll notice that all you ever hear about is me coming here to see her day after day. Do you really think I'm coming here for the food?"

She looked at me and her expression changed. Then she sighed. "I'm saved," she said.

"From what?" I asked.

"From possibly getting in trouble," she said. "I believed you. I looked at you and I really think that you're a good guy and that you care about Nadja. I was going to give you her phone number but..."

"But what?" I asked.

"But since she's standing behind you I don't have to," she said. She turned and walked away towards another table.

Nadja looked at me cautiously. I smiled at her and looked at her. She was wearing tights again. She also had a long sleeved T-shirt on so I couldn't see whether or not the thick hair was still on her arms. The light covering of hair on her cheeks was still evident.

"I'm not working today Jack," she said. "I should have told you."

"Yep, we could have had our date today and spent the entire day together," I said.

"Oh no," she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"It's my time of the month, Jack," she said. "My hormones go crazy. I get all bloated and I even get hairier. I'm irritable and cranky. I just don't want to subject you to it yet."

"Well it's okay," I said "I have something important to do today anyway."

"Jack, we can mate tomorrow night, I promise," she said.

"Nadja, I'm in no hurry for that," I told her.

"I am, Jack," she said. "It will be my first time."

"Honey, we can wait for that. I want to get to know you," I said.

"What's there to know?" she asked. "I'm a female, you're a male, we're each other's perfect mates. We'll be together until we die."

I was shocked. "What about love, respect and compatibility?" I asked.

"What about our plans for the future?" I asked. "What about music, food and raising children."

"I like the music you like," she said. "I'll eat whatever you want me to and I'll bear your cu...children willingly."

For a second there I was sure that Nadja had meant to say something else. Was she going to that she'd bear my cute little kids or was it cunts or what?"

"But how do you now that we're right for each other?" I asked.

"We're connected," she said. "Here." she touched my forehead and then her own. "And here." she touched her own chest and then mine.

Two police officers came over to our table after that, interrupting any further conversation.

"We'd like to ask you two a few questions," said one of the officers. "Last night, there were four bodies found behind this restaurant. Two of them were dead another will never walk again and the last one is in a coma."

Nadja was as cool as a cucumber. "I saw nothing," she said, shaking her head. The way she said it reminded me of an old TV show. The show was called Hogan's Heroes. She reminded me of one of the German guards in the prisoner of war camp, Sgt Schultz. "I know nothing at all," she continued.

"Well it probably happened after you left to go home," said the cop. "What about you sir?"

"Well we uh... left at kind of the same time and ended up in kind of the same place," I said. It was a mild lie.

"Oh, uhm, I got it," said the policeman. From his tone he assumed that Nadja and I had gone off somewhere together to have sex.

"Well we didn't think either of you had done anything," said the cop. "We just wondered if you'd seen anything. I'm pretty sure I know what happened. I've seen this shit before. In fact I'm probably an expert on it."

"So what happened," I asked.

"These guys are bikers. They're all usually fighting and doing drugs anyway. So no one is really going to cry because a couple of them got put down. Society as a whole is better off and smarter too without their IQ's bringing the cumulative average intelligence down. The one guy who can talk is all over the place talking about giant dogs attacking him and his friends."

"Giant dogs?" I said.

"Remember, we're talking about a bunch of drug smoking bikers," he said.

"Both of the survivors had all kinds of drugs in their systems. We're not too far away from the woods and last night was a full moon. Tonight is too. We could have had a wolf or a bear smelling the restaurant's garbage and just stroll on over here. Our bikers were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sure none of the people they harassed or abused will worry about them. Thanks for your time," he said.

As the cops walked over to the counter to ask another waitress about the previous evening, Nadja and I started again. She reached across the table to hold my hand and her body seemed to be taken over with involuntary shivering.

"I want you bad," she said. "Tomorrow night for sure."

"Well can we at least meet here and have dinner tonight?" I asked.

"It has to be before dark," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it has to be, "she said.

"See you then," I said. As I got up I stood over her and kissed her cheek lightly.

I looked at my watch and realized that I had barely enough time to get showered and changed before my appointment with my grandfather's lawyer.

I went home and showered. I made myself as clean as possible. Somehow I never considered the men that had been hurt or killed in the alley the night before. I'd put them totally out of my mind. I guess it was because, I hadn't personally killed anyone and because they deserved it. Besides, in just a few moments the game would be over with anyway. I'd go to the office, speak to the lawyer and emerge a rich man. I'd already moved on in terms of both the place I lived and my lifestyle. I was also already moved on from Drea. Whatever happened to those guys was their own fault, or maybe it was Drea's fault or her brother's. None of that had anything to do with me.

I put on a suit for once and met the lawyer in his office. I was actually waiting in his outer office when he came in.

"Good Lord," he said. "You have to get used to the fact that you don't have to do this kind of thing anymore," he said.

"You have your "Fuck you," money now," he said. I looked at him strangely.

"That means that you don't have to put up with anything from anyone, anymore," he said. "You have enough money to tell anybody that you don't like, "Fuck you."

"You can say it out loud and not have to worry about reprisals," he continued. "Life is like a shit sandwich. The more bread you have, the less shit you have to eat. And you now have a lot of bread."

"You never have to worry about getting up to go to work again, if you don't want to," he said.

"I actually don't mind going to work," I said. He looked at me strangely.

"You don't?" he asked.

"Nope, I don't mind going to work," I said. "But that eight hour waiting period before you go home is just bullshit!" We both laughed at that.

I signed a few papers and gave him the routing numbers for my bank accounts. All of the cash and securities from my grandfather's estate were transferred to me, including a large amount of cash and some very liquid securities. I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd been jumping through hoops for years but the money was finally mine.

I still didn't feel any different. Yesterday, I'd been a night shift warehouse manager. I'd graduated from college but was the low man on the totem pole in terms of seniority at my job so I got the shittiest shift. Today, I'm independently wealthy. I guess it just hadn't hit me yet.

I went home to think about what I wanted to do. I was smart enough not to make any major moves or change anything immediately. I wasn't going to treat this like I'd won the lottery and just start doing really stupid things.

I must've really been preoccupied because as I drove home I didn't really notice anything. I was sitting in my kitchen trying to decide if I even wanted to stay out the three month trial lease or just buy a nice house when my cell phone rang.

I answered it without looking at the screen.

"Jack, remember when you called me the other night and you used Jerry's phone so I couldn't call you back?" she asked. It was Drea.

"Well you must've forgotten but when you called me while you were talking to Spike, you used your own phone. And it's a good thing you did too honey, because if you hadn't made that little slip I wouldn't have been able to call you. I like to think that you did it on purpose because down deep you really aren't ready to give up on us yet."

"What do you want Andrea?" I asked.

"Ooh Andrea, is it?" she asked. "You never call me that, Honey. You were the one who gave me my name. It's Drea. Andrea is the slut. Drea is the one who loves you. Anyway, I just called to tell you that my brother is really pissed at you. You got a lot of his friends either hurt or killed and the police are looking at his club to find out where they get their drugs. Gus was so pissed that he set your truck on fire."

I dropped the phone and ran over to the window. I looked down into the parking lot outside of the building and my truck was definitely burning. I ran out of the apartment and into the parking lot. I tried to pull the hose from the side of the building that the gardeners used for the landscaping over to the truck. I got it close enough and just as I started to hose down the truck, the lights went out.

They had played me for a sucker. I was still groggy when I woke up back in my apartment tied to a chair. Gus sat in front of me smiling.

"Not quite as smart as you thought you were, are ya?" he said.

"Get your fucking feet off of my God damned couch," I snapped.

He pulled his feet down and looked at me. "There's no reason for us to get upset with each other, brother," he said.

"Look, we both said and did some terrible things that we're sorry for. The main thing I want to do is get us all back together so we can be a family again."

"In fact, I can be out of your hair forever in a half hour or so," he said.

"Better yet, you could take all of your friends and walk the fuck out of my life right now," I said. "That would be even faster and even better."

"Jack, Jack, Jack," he said. "You fail to see the big picture here. I'm the only thing standing between you and the long arm of the law. All of that money will do you no good if your ass is rotting in jail."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I looked at the clock. "How long was I knocked out? It's getting dark. Shit, you assholes made me miss my dinner with Nadja."

"Is that the skinny little chick that you replaced my sister with?" he asked. "I do have a thing for the skinny ones. I like the way they just get to screaming when you fuck em. But we have business to discuss and in a way it's a good thing that you missed out on seeing her. You belong with Drea. Look at her tits spilling out of that shirt. If I wasn't her brother and I wasn't already married, I'd fuck her myself."

"Gus, you already did, that's what caused us to break up," I snapped.

"That don't count, I was drunk," he said. "And so was she. But she's going to give up drinking and I'm sure you two will move away somewhere soon so let's just forget about that and worry about keeping you out of jail."

"I'm in no danger of going to jail," I said.

"Think about that carefully brother," he said. "Remember the night you ran out on my sister. You broke a man's jaw with his own God damned helmet. That was fucking incredible, I'll tell you. Even as drunk as I was, I realized that you were something special. You ain't the biggest guy I know or the strongest, but you seemed to be able to make time stand still. He jumped at you. I was going to try to scream for him not to hurt you because you were Drea's future husband, but I couldn't get my mouth to work. I guess once again it was because I was so fucking out of it." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"But even as he flew towards you, you picked up that helmet and swung it faster than anything I remember. The helmet was just a blur. And that crack when it hit his jaw. That bastard is still being fed through a tube today. They say that he may never be able to move his jaw enough to ever really talk again. He may also never have enough strength in that jaw to chew solid food."

"We told the cops and told him to write down for them that he'd gotten drunk and just fell down the stairs and landed on his jawbone. I don't think they believed it, but since they don't have another story, that's what they have to go on. Then there's the other night. I lost four men. Two of them are dead. One of them is still in a coma and the last one has gone fucking crazy. Then there's Jerry. Ever since that night in the alley that fucker is afraid of the dark. He even sleeps with the lights on and he's talking about giant dogs attacking them, but leaving you alone."

"I figure that you bought some kind of attack trained rare breed of dog or maybe some kind of trained bear and set it loose on my boys. That would put you down for two counts of murder and two counts of felony assault," he smiled.

"But if we can work all of this out like family...you can go your way and I'll go mine," he said.

"Fuck you," I said.

"Look I'm only asking you for two things," he said. "One thing is for me and one for my sister. But she seems to have changed her God damned mind. I want you to give me a little bit of money. With my connections I can use that seed money to buy enough product to get rich on my own. Who knows, in a few years I might have to loan you some money."

"How much is a little?" I asked.

"A half a million," he said.

"And I was going to say that you should give Andrea a similar amount for her pain and suffering, but for some reason that dumb girl wants you back. She even wants to sign a paper saying that you don't have to pay her or give her shit. She really does love you. In exchange for you taking her back, she'll never tell the cops that you killed and maimed our friends. So you see brother, for less than twenty percent of your money, you get everything. You get me out of your life and you get the girl too. And if the two of you move away somewhere and start all over you won't even have to worry about me fucking her."

At that moment I got the weirdest feeling. I couldn't exactly put it into words but I knew what was about to happen.

"What do you say?" he smiled. "Do we have a deal?"

"What about my truck?" I asked, trying to stall for time.

"Fuck, Jack, you're a millionaire. Buy another one," he said. "You killed and maimed five human beings. Forget about that old truck." The feeling in my head was alarming now. I smiled.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked. "Do we have a deal?"

Drea had moved over near me and was rubbing her large breasts against my arm. "Drea, in a fucked up sort of way I really believe that you do kind of love me. So I'm going to save your life. Take your clothes off now. Take them into the shower with you. You need to wash every trace of my scent off of you and your clothes. If you don't, you're going to die."

She looked at me crazily, but she ran into the bathroom shedding her clothes as she went. "God that bitch is stupid," snapped Gus. "She loves you so much that she just does whatever you tell her to. That's why I've had to take care of her for all of her life. She's just too God damned dumb to live. God gave her that incredible body and not enough brains to..."

Gus was interrupted by the sound of the heavy door splintering. Even with the lights on it was scary. In less than a second, both of the men in front of the door were screaming and bleeding profusely as something reached from the hallway into the well lit room and took them out.

The other two men with Gus retreated further into the room. "What the fuck is that?" asked Gus. He had turned very pale. I could hear Drea running the water in the shower. And then it happened. A creature from hell stepped slowly into the room. There was no point in arguing with those large grey eyes. It tilted its head back and howled. One of the men with Gus pissed on himself right then. Gus turned to me in a fit of panic.

"Jack, I was just joking," he said. "Call it off."

"Shoot it," he said to his men. They both suddenly remembered they'd brought guns. The first one took a shot at the creature. He unloaded his clip into its hide. The bullets thudded into the furry body and their impacts were felt throughout the room. The creature didn't go down though. In fact, the bullets only seemed to piss it off. It grabbed my brand new flat screen TV off of the wall and flung it across the room as if it weighed less than a pound. The TV caught the gunman in the side of his head and crushed it. There was gray matter all over the walls and the ceiling. For years I'd heard that TV was destroying our brains, but that was the first time I really believed it.

The creature growled and turned towards the second gunman. He looked at it and then ran over to the window and just jumped. We were three floors up, but he figured that going out was better.

Gus turned towards me, "Please Jack," he whined. Gus was finally close enough to me for me to reach him. My arms were still tied to the chair but they'd left my legs loose. I kicked him in the nuts as hard as I could manage. He was still grabbing his crotch in shock when the creature thrust its claws through his rib cage and howled in triumph. Gus dropped to the floor in front of me. He was dead before his body stained the carpet.




Fur



The creature sniffed the air around me and turned jerkily. I got the idea that something was wrong with it. Then I noticed the bullet holes in its side. The bullets hadn't killed it and they probably wouldn't, but they had sure as hell slowed it down. I realized that it was heading for the bathroom. I'd made a big mistake. Scent transfer is obviously two ways. Shit, how was I supposed to know that kind of thing?

I'd been smart in telling Drea to wash every trace of me off of her body and clothes. Unfortunately ,when she'd rubbed her huge tits against me she'd left some of her own scent on me and the creature was pissed.

It lumbered towards the bathroom and smashed a huge fist into the door which threatened to come off of its hinges. Drea's scream pierced the night.

"Nadja, no!" I yelled. "She doesn't mean anything to me. She's one of them. We'll let her take the fall for all of this." She looked at me and slammed a huge hairy fist into the door again. In the distance I heard a police siren, several of them in fact. 

"Nadja, go," I said. "I'll meet you in the morning." She turned towards me and looked at me. As if she was trying to see if she had heard me correctly.

"Remember what you told me," I said. "We're mates, until we die. Now go!" She leaped from the room. I don't know where she went but it couldn't have been down the stairs because just as she was going out I heard the sounds of the police coming up the stairs. Three of them entered my apartment, guns drawn, only a few seconds after she'd gone.

They scanned the room, eyes peeled, looking at and into every crack. I let my head roll back as if I was unconscious. Suddenly there was a sound. It came from the bathroom. the cops all turned towards the sound.

"Who's in there?" shouted one of the cops. "Come out with your hands up."

Drea opened the door slowly and even more slowly stepped into the room with only a towel around her. "I have to hold onto the towel or it will come down," she smiled. "We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

One of the cops was even cracking a smile. "No ma'am," he smirked, though it was obvious exactly what he wanted. Drea was working her magic. I was pretty sure that if I gave her enough time she'd lure the cops into a gang bang. They'd all fuck her and probably let her go. Not that I cared but it was time for me to wake up.

"Oh," I groaned. I looked around the room. "Good you caught her," I said. "Where are the rest of them?"

The cops suddenly got their heads out of their asses and looked at me not Drea.

"What's going on?" they asked. "Who are you?"

"My name is Jack Silver. I live in this apartment. That woman is..."

"I'm his fiance," said Drea.

"She's my ex fiance," I said. "We're not getting married."

"We're having a fight," she said. "But we'll get over it. I love him."

"She loves me so much that she and her brother and his biker friends were trying to extort money from me," I said.

"We weren't...At least I wasn't trying to..." she added. "It's not what it looks like."

"Sir, what happened to all of these guys?" asked one of the cops.

"Officer, after I told them I wouldn't give them any money, one of them knocked me in the back of my head with something," I said. "I've been unconscious since then."

"You're lying," she screamed.

"Officer, check the ID on that one. He's her brother. Check the back of my head, I have a lump on it the size of a baseball the way it's throbbing. I'm sure if you look around you'll find whatever they hit me with too. As a matter of fact, there's a better way. Check my phone log. You'll see that the last call I received was from her. I recorded the call. She called me to tell me that my truck was on fire. They did that to lure me out to the parking lot. If you check the security cam footage in the parking lot you'll probably see them knock me in the head, then you can start asking her questions for real because you'll know who's lying."

The first cop looked at the back of my head. He immediately called for an ambulance. "He's not kidding, Grant," he said. "Somebody knocked the shit out of him. Go check that parking lot footage."

"Okay," screamed Drea. "He's telling the truth. But I wasn't trying to get any money from him. My brother was, but I just wanted him back. I really do love him. I'd do anything to get him back. I just came along with them so maybe I could make sure that they didn't hurt him. I had no idea that he'd summon his giant dog beast to kill them all."

I looked at her like she was crazy. "My what?" I asked.

"Drea, What did Gus want my money for?" I asked.

"He was going to buy a half million dollars worth of drugs. He'd get two or three times that amount on the street," she said.

"Drea, do you ever use any of Gus' drugs?" I asked her.

"Well, only to relax," she snapped.

"And our break has been stressful on both of us hasn't it? Have you..." I asked.

"Only a little," she snapped. "I'm not high."

"Then why, while your brother and all of his friends were being ripped to shreds by my giant dog beast would you be taking a shower in the apartment of a man you are no longer involved with?" I asked.

"Because you told me to," she snapped.

"Yeah sure," I said. Even the officers were starting to look at her strangely.

"Mr. Silver, do you have any idea of what happened here?" asked one of the cops.

"None," I said. "They whacked me in the head when I said I wouldn't give them any money and when I woke up you guys were here. I didn't tell this skank to take a shower in my house. I just spent a lot of money moving in here to get away from her. I even paid the last month's rent on my old apartment just so I could legally leave there. There's no way I wanted her here, let alone naked in my shower. And the last time I checked I didn't have a giant dog beast. I'd check her for traces of drugs if I were you."

By that time the ambulance had gotten there and they were checking over my head. They also finally untied me. I stood up and made a big show of falling down again as if I could barely stand. They took me to the hospital. I was checked over and told that I should probably stay overnight for observation. I called my lawyer and he was able to explain to them that I'd recently come into a large sum of money. They also checked my job and found out that I'd recently broken up with Drea and she'd been practically stalking me ever since.

The building manager of the old building also let them know about the parties Drea had held with the bikers and how when I'd come home from work, I'd moved out immediately.

When the cops put it all together, they decided to charge Drea as an accessory to all of the crimes, including the assault, kidnapping and extortion. Her brother and his biker buddies had pissed off several rival clubs and gangs and the police decided that one of those gangs was probably training some large breed of dogs to attack and had used them against the gang. Since the same things had happened in the alley behind the restaurant a little while ago they now had a picture or at least a theory of what happened both times.

They thought that the bikers had been following me from the restaurant and had run into the other gang. Then, when they tried to extort the money from me the other gang had used that time to wipe them out. I was lucky I was unconscious or they might have set the dogs on me too.

I gave a statement and the police were done with me. I told them that I'd had too many incidents lately since I'd inherited the money and I was going to move away to another area where things might be safer for me. They understood.

I was released early the next morning. The first thing I did was to head for the restaurant. Nadja was already there. She was bringing a tray out of the kitchen and she dropped it. The sound of breaking dishes echoed throughout the restaurant. She looked over at me and put her hands over her mouth. Her face was sad.

I crooked a finger at her and she slowly came over to me. I wrapped my arms around her and she snuggled into me.

"Is this a goodbye hug?" she asked. Because you really didn't have to..."

I silenced her by putting one finger across her lips. "Yep this is a goodbye hug," I said. Her face fell.

"Tell all of these people goodbye," I said. "You and I are leaving. We're moving some place better."

She threw her arms around me and hugged me like her life depended on it. "But what about...?" she began.

"We'll work it out," I finished. "We'll buy a property with a lot of acres of woods and some game on it."

I kissed her cheek and noticed that the hair was gone. I rubbed it. Her cheeks were as smooth as a baby's behind.

"The full moon has passed," she said. "No fur until next time."

And that's what we did. We bought a large property in California with over a hundred acres of forest. We lived, we loved and we were happy. There were deer on our property, lots of them. There were all kinds of small animals and even a few wolves. Over the next two years it seemed like wolves from all over the region came to live on our property. I guess I thought that it would bring a form of security because just in case Nadja ever got out of control or made a mistake whatever happened could always be blamed on one of them.

Nadja and I were crazy in love. We were together every second of every day except for the nights during that thirty six hour period every month when the moon was full. Nadja was the sweetest, happiest woman I'd ever been with. She loved taking care of me and I loved taking care of her in return.

Our sex life was fanfuckingtastic. We just never got enough of each other. She went after me every chance she got like, pardon my pun, a bitch in heat. I loved having those thin wiry legs wrapped around my waist and her just begging me to fuck her harder. It was just like in our shared daydream.

Nadja's pussy was so tight and so wet I just loved it. It also seemed to be able to milk every drop of semen from me. I lost count of the number of nights that we slammed ourselves against each other almost violently, ending up tangled in each other's limbs drenched with sweat and each other's secretions. We'd wake up the next morning instantly aroused and start all over again.

We loved being together and we shared our interests with each other. She loved watching me wash or work on my silver 09 Mustang GT. The car was outfitted with everything possible. It had the biggest supercharger available. I'd gutted the engine and replaced everything with stronger forged parts. The car put out over six hundred horsepower and it was hard to keep tires on her.

On the other hand, Nadja simply loved taking me deep into the woods and showing me things that no one had ever seen before. She never got lost. When I mentioned it to her once she just smiled as if I'd said the silliest thing possible.

"How will we find our way home?" I asked.

"We are home, silly," she said. "We own everything you can see, but the house is that way."

As I've said, the only times we were really apart were the nights during the time the moon was full. Sometimes it was only one night. Other times it was two, but never any more than that, and even then, only during the night hours. As soon as the sun came up, she'd find her way back to me. Sometimes she'd be covered in mud, grass and dirt. Other times she'd be covered in the blood from some animal. There were a few times that she came home with a dead small animal in her mouth and dropped it by the porch as some kind of strange gift for me.

But I always greeted her the same way, a big hug and a long shower. She was always a little cranky just before she changed and of course the hair, or fur, gave it away. But she was usually the most cheerful being on the planet once it was over.

Nadja, just like the rest of us, did have her faults. It was very dangerous for us to make friends. Men were okay. She never showed even the slightest interest in any man except me. There were times when we met or ran into guys who were the handsome, leading man type guys. After what had happened with Drea, I always watched her carefully. There were even a couple of times when guys made passes at her. She simply laughed at them and told them that she already had a mate. The worst was when a local politician didn't take no for an answer. He reached somewhere that he shouldn't and ended up flat on his back on the ground. He was surprised that my skinny little wife had decked him so easily.

The problem with friendships was that Nadja was very territorial. Wolves mate for life and a large part of her was wolf. It didn't have to be an attractive woman for her hackles to rise. when the sixty-eight year check-out clerk at the supermarket told me I was cute, Nadja had to be restrained. No woman, female teen or girl, regardless of age or beauty, could approach me without Nadja's bared teeth and evil intentions coming out.

One thing we didn't have to worry about was Drea. She'd pled guilty and got a deal. She was serving ten years. I guess my history with relationships isn't very good so I'm always on guard. Nadja does her best to reassure me that we're permanent but it's going to take awhile. I still have trouble believing that this goddess of a woman loves ME. But everything she does proves it. Yesterday we were having a picnic, deep in the woods on our property. Since there wouldn't ever be anyone on our property without our knowledge Nadja had taken off her clothes and was lying beside me taking a nap. I was staring at her as usual. Since she'd grown her hair out, she was even more beautiful than when we'd first met. She'd also filled out a bit from eating with me and not just when she was starving. I loved looking at both the curves of her body and the features of her face. Sometimes she watched me watch her through slit eyes and I never knew she was watching me until she laughed or gave it away.

"What are you staring at, Jack?" she'd asked.

"The most beautiful thing ever," I said.

"Well if you like my body so much, maybe you should use it," she'd smiled and I did. Anyway, we take things one day at a time and this morning Nadja came to me and she looked really troubled. "Jack," she said. "There's a problem."

"What's wrong Nadja?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure we're pregnant," she said.

"Nadja, that's not a problem," I told her. "That's a blessing. I love you and I'll love our child too."

"But what if it's..." she began. She hesitated. "...Like me?"

"Then I'll have two people that I love and have to worry about for thirty six hours every month instead of one. Whatever happens we'll manage."

I'm very sure that we will. when two people love each other as much as we do, it's hard for life to bring you down.

The End.



Furious Fiancée: Crystal's Dilemma



Steve noticed the clammy feel of his hands felt as he approached the house. 

"It looks like any other house on this block," He thought. 

He grabbed his fiancée's hand as they walked in the front door. His gesture was a visual and physical attempt to stake his claim on the woman he brought to the party. He had never been to a swingers club. Crystal told Steve about her love of swinging when they first met, he had no problem with it; in fact, and he reveled in the idea that she was open to share him with another woman. Crystal was a beautiful woman, 22 years old, long brown hair with green eyes, about 5'6", athletic build, but busty. 

Crystal realizing that Steve grabbed her hand due to his uneasiness, then she whispered to him, "Don't worry babe, I won't let any of these floozies get you!" (then she laughed)

Steve felt ashamed for feeling like a teenager on his first date. He thought to himself, "Hell, I'm 27 years old, I'm a man...fuck these people. I'm not gonna let them make me feel uncomfortable." Suddenly Crystal's hand was no longer in his..."What the..."

Crystal saw an old girlfriend of hers and ran over to hug and kiss her.

"Hey girl! Damn you look good!"

Tiffany responded, "You too baby, damn where you been...I haven't seen you here in a few months."

Crystal hold up her hand proudly, "Look at this BIG ol' diamond! That's what's up! I'm engaged to Steve. We met at church."

Tiffany laughed, "Church! You lucky you didn't burn up on re-entry! Does he know about your addiction to pussy?" 

Crystal quickly responds, "Of course he does, I told him everything. He wanted to come and see for himself what I like."

Tiffany smirks, "Including the multiple acts of sword swallowing you are accustomed to see here at these parties?"

Crystal hesitates, "Well...I didn't tell him about that...cause I don't do that anymore!"

Tiffany laughs, "Ok sweetie. I'm just giving you shit. Congrats. Lets have a shot of tequila to celebrate."

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Several drinks and shots later

Crystal is glad to see that Steve and Tiffany are now talking like old friends. So she interrupts by leaning in and French kissing Tiffany. Which causes Tiffany to begin fondling Crystal's large breasts through her silk blouse. Steve is buzzing, but is coherent enough to know he is about to enjoy a threesome with two beautiful women. He begins fondling Tiffany's breasts from behind and kissing her neck. Each person removing the other's clothes as the intimate caressing and kissing continues. Tiffany is a slightly larger woman than Crystal. Steve runs his hands inside of Tiffany's thighs to feel the wetness of her hot pussy. He inserts a finger into her as she turns her head to kiss him. Crystal lays back on the couch and grabs Tiffany's head to guide it to her soaking pussy. Tiffany begins to lick furiously on Crystal's pussy, Steve does the same to Tiffany. Steve's cock is hard, but gets rock hard as he hears Crystal cry out in her first orgasm of the night. Then he feels Tiffany squirt her juice on his face. He has never experienced a squirter. He hears Tiffany apologize for not warning him as he reaches for his shirt to wipe his face. Then he feels a hot mouth engulf his member. It is Tiffany. 

"Damn...she sucks better than Crystal!" he thought. He laid back on the couch and closed his eyes as she took him to another world with her oral skills. He had totally forgot about his fiancée until he herd her cry out in another orgasm, at which he suddenly thought, "Hey who's doing my fiancée?!" 

He looked over to see a dark-haired man knelt between her legs licking her pussy, and doing it well enough to make her cum. He started cumming as he noticed more men coming to help the dark-haired man.

"Damn Crystal, I didn't see you here earlier...but I could tell that orgasmic scream of yours anywhere." Then in an instant he dropped his pants and his huge cock sprung out in front of Crystal's mouth. She grabbed his butt and pulled him to her as she swallowed his cock. Steve was not happy with what he was seeing, but Tiffany's work made it hard for him to hold back anymore...

"AAAGGGHHHH," Steve moaned as he shot load after load into Tiffany's mouth.

Tiffany swallowed his juice, then quickly stood and straddled Steve's still twitching cock, "Crystal's a lucky girl, you've got a nice cock!" Then she lowered herself onto him. Steve forgot about Crystal again, as he thought about how nice Tiffany's tight pussy felt on his pole. He was brought his senses when he heard the muffled cries of his fiancées orgasm. He looked over to see her being fucked doggy style by the dark-haired man, he hadn't seen that man's cock earlier...but he could definitely see it know as he stretched his fiancées pussy. He noticed that his fiancée's orgasm was not stopping, she was moaning loudly over and over, and her body writhing like she was having convulsions. He also noticed that Crystal's face was covered in cum, she had some in her hair as well. Three guys were surrounding her head and each taking turns pushing their cocks in her mouth. 

Steve felt his head turn back to Tiffany as she grabbed his head and looked him in the eyes, "Your Crystal is a cum slut...Steve, I know she loves you...but she loves the feeling of strange cock filling her pussy and mouth with their seed. As long as you let her be herself, she will share me and her other friends with you." 

Steve felt Tiffany's tongue slip into his mouth and passionately kiss him as she made her pussy grip onto his cock and milk it for his man-juice. He forgot about his fiancée as he felt his balls twitch and begin filling Tiffany's tight pussy. He felt the excess cum flow down his shaft as her pussy overflowed with his cum. 

Tiffany got up and kissed Steve on his forehead, "I'll go get us a towel to clean up...Crystal will need one just for herself."

Steve felt queasy, as he looked over at his fiancée now with a third man grunting as he emptied the contents of his big balls into his fiancée's already cum drenched pussy.

He put his clothes back on as he saw the four guys giving each other high fives. He looked away from the group of guys but was listening to them as one guy said, "I told you this bitch is a cum dump, she loves it! Dude, she can't get enough." The dark-haired guy said, "Hey man, that's her fiancée over there. Stop being an ass!"

Crystal looked over at Steve and saw him looking away from her. She knew he was ashamed. She hadn't planned on doing any guys at the party...but she knew she wouldn't be able to change...ever. She felt the mixture of her four-man cream pie dripping out of her pussy and scooped up a glob and licked it off her finger...she DIDN'T want to change. 

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The following week 

Crystal felt her pussy clamp down on the hard cock inside of her as her pussy juice coated the huge cock inside of her. She felt the cock pulsing inside of her and the heat from the burning seed being planted deep inside of her. She looked into his eyes and told him, "Fill me up baby! Yeeesss, I can feel your hot cum deep inside of me." She had come to love the taste of his cum...the texture of his cock in her mouth. It was as if Mike was a drug and she was a junky for his juice. She would sometimes day dream and get soaking wet thinking of him...him sharing her with his friends, her dark-haired friend, Mike was the navigator of her sexual exploration. She looked into Mike's eyes and whispered, "Thanks for showing me swinging many years ago, I guess I'm gonna be looking for someone who will accept me for who I am for a long time." 

Mike responded, "I'll be happy to keep your pussy filled until you find a man you can dominate." As Mike eased his still erect cock out of Crystal, she felt his cum begin to ooze down her crack. She thought about all the different men that had cum inside of her since mike introduced her to gang-bangs. Steve was one of many men who would fail to appreciate a woman like Crystal. 



Furlough



(My thanks to Nightbird for the idea. Slavey as usual for reading and ideas and MH for support. )

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It was one hundred and four days of summer vacation before school came along to end it. Cynthia was so happy to watch the little ones walk out of the front door and onto a school bus where they would be occupied for six hours or so. As she entered the house, she removed the T-shirt she wore to look presentable as she saw the bus driver. Her nipples exposed to air began to stiffen almost immediately as she headed towards her toy chest for her trusty black vibrator. She was looking forward to her first real orgasm since the summer vacation began. She ensured the windows were closed in her room before she removed her jeans. Her pussy felt so needy by that point before she turned on her DVD player. As she watched Eva Angelina inhaling black cock, she began to really tease her pussy with the vibe. 

A ring of the doorbell stopped her playtime. As she cursed out loud, she grabbed a robe from the side of the bed and wrapped up quickly before she went to answer it. As she looked out the key hole, she saw a man dressed in a brown suit and tie with a cheesy smile on his face. She wasn't in the mood, so she opened the door with the largest grin she could muster. "May I help you?" she said with a cheesy Southern drawl. 

"Yes ma'am. I am walking around inviting all your neighbors to a revival service tonight and..."

"Sorry, sir. I'm Catholic," she responded before closing the door in his face rudely. As she undid the robe and started back towards her room, the phone rang. She cursed out loud again before walking over to the holder and picking it up. 

"Hello!!" she shouted. 

"You okay, dear?" her husband Keith asked. She smiled a bit and took a breath before responding. 

'I am now, dear. I was just getting ready to..."

"Take advantage of the kids being gone?" He already had an idea that Cynthia was going to take advantage of the empty house. It had been a long summer and she complained about not having any personal time. He knew that first chance she was able to, she was going to grab the black vibrator. So he ensured there were fresh batteries inside it before he went to the construction site that morning. He also made sure that her favorite DVD was in the player so she could enjoy it. In the back of his mind, he was hoping to hear her enjoying herself. He felt slightly discouraged that she wasn't moaning yet. 

Meanwhile, she was blushing at the thought of her husband knowing what she was thinking. As she walked towards the bedroom, the thought of teasing her husband seemed more appropriate. She dropped her robe before reaching for her vibrator. She sat on the bed for a moment absent mindedly holding it like it was Keith's dick before she cradled the phone on her shoulder and carefully turned her toy back on. 

"Is it back on, sweetie?" he asked.

"Yes..."she hissed as she allowed it to slowly run down the area between her breasts. She slowly trailed the vibrator up the peak of one of them and circled her nipple as she started moaning into the phone. The moaning was making Keith harder at the other end. In his mind, he knew he had a limited time to take advantage of the situation. 

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes," he said before the phone disconnected. She smiled knowing full well that her husband would be home quickly. As she slid the vibrator down towards the valley between her legs, she looked up and saw the television still playing her DVD except the sound was muted. She reached over to where the remote was and turned it back up as the sounds of female moaning resumed. On the screen, she saw a massive black cock bisecting the naked pussy lips of some no name porn star wannabe. It was then she leaned back onto the bed and started sliding the black plastic device into her own needy pussy. 

Keith reached the house and parked the company truck before heading towards the door. As he opened it and walked in, he heard the sounds of a woman being fucked hard. It took a few moments for Keith to untie his boots before he headed towards the bedroom. As he walked in, he saw his wife on the bed spread eagled as the black vibrator was sliding back and forth in her pussy. He quickly took off his clothing as she played. His cock was already in the mood as he moved closer to her nude form. There was a moment of uncertainty when he was unsure where to start until she slipped off the bed and knelt in front of him. 

"It's about time you got here," she said before she slipped the first three inches into her mouth. His hands went to the back of her head almost on instinct before she shrugged him off. 

"Not yet, I want to enjoy this," she cooed before sliding his member back into her mouth. Her mouth was already wet as his cock slid back between her lips. Meanwhile, her vibrator was still hard at work between her legs. Her moans were muffled on his cock until he pulled it out and she let out a throaty groan. He used his cock to slide along one side of her face and then the other side before lining back up to her mouth and sliding back in. 

"You want me all the way in, you slut?" he sneered before his hand forced itself behind her head and pushed her onto him. She gagged a bit before his cock pulled back out partially. He tried again after she opened her throat and her lips were touching the skin around the base. Keith looked down at his wife and admired how slutty she looked with his cock deep down her throat. He almost wished he had a camera to remember the moment before she started pulling back again. 

"Okay, you asshole, I want you in my pussy now," she commanded. She stood next to the bed and simply bent over before she slid the black vibrator out of her pussy. She brought it to her lips and began to slowly lick her juices off of it to tease him as he unceremoniously slammed his cock inside her. He enjoyed the image in his head of his wife slut sucking off another man while he fucked her. As he worked her pussy, she sucked the pretend dick. Even though Keith wasn't filling her very well, she moaned as if she was being impaled by a Billy club. 

It wasn't long after that Keith pulled his cock out and started stroking it until white salvos started peppering her ass. She turned towards him and fake smiled before he apologized and ran back to his clothing. He kept looking at the clock as he started dressing. Unsatisfied, Cynthia reached into the toy chest and pulled out her medium sized butt plug. She took some lube out of the box as well and began to lube it up. The last sight Keith saw was Cynthia slowly sliding the plug inside her ass. If it wasn't for the fact his supervisor would fire him for not being at work, he would have stayed and had more fun. 

Cynthia continued to play with her ass until she grew weary. Even though she had all the toys she wanted, Cynthia needed something else to cum. She reached into her toy chest and grabbed a pair of nipple clamps. As she slowly clamped each nipple, she thought about calling her online Dom to help her coast over the edge. She reached for her phone and began to dial his number. As the phone rang, she slowly slid her vibrator back between her sugar walls. A deep voice answered the phone. 

"Cynthia, is that you, slut?" he asked. 

"Yes master," she answered. "Do you have time to punish me?"

"No, I don't," he answered. "I am about to see my boss about a raise. Can you call me back in an hour?"

"Noooo," she begged. "I need you to punish me now. I have my clamps on my nipples. Your cock is between my legs and your plug is slid in deep in my ass. Tell me what to do. I need you to make me cum really bad."

"Cynthia, I can't," 

"Please, master. I know you'd love it if I was there to suck that nice cock of yours before you saw your boss. I could even suck off your boss for you. That way you get your raise."

"Damn, Cynthia, that's hot. It's just that...." And the phone went dead. Cynthia was extremely horny by then. As she started playing with her clamps and her vibrator, she was desperate to cum. She looked around the room and couldn't come up with any ideas. It was starting to frustrate her. She carefully walked into the study so her plug wouldn't fall out of her ass. As she carefully sat in the leather chair, she looked at the blank screen before she turned on the computer and warmed it up. The few moments waiting for the screen to pop up seemed like forever as she felt the plug in her ass. 

Soon, she logged onto Literotica to find some material to imagine. The stories however were not to her taste that day. She then put up a porn clip site, but the image of all the perfect girls being used as cum dumpsters wasn't working for her either. It was then she opened the side drawer and found a clit stimulator that she used online a few times to entertain some Yahoo buddies. She slowly clamped her clit and started on the lowest setting. As it buzzed her clit, she started playing with the clamps as she was driving herself closer to the edge. 

Her clit began to burn more. She wanted to cum harder as she slowly moved the box up to the next level. She kept moving up the level and teasing herself as she kept denying herself until it became too much. She felt her orgasm explode as she unleashed a high pitched scream. It was a few moments before she was able to turn off the clit stimulator and slowly carry it into her room to place it in her box. She carefully unclamped each nipple slowly before throwing the chain in the box as well. Before she thought about removing the plug, she fell to the bed and closed her eyes to nod off. 

A few hours later, the phone woke her up out of her nap. Keith asked if she had a good time before reminding her that the kids would be home within a half hour. Cynthia had just enough time to put her butt plug away and put her clothes back on before the bus arrived with her kids. She smiled politely at the bus driver before ushering the kids back into the house. As she helped them search through their back packs, she thought about how much fun she was going to have the next day while they were at school again.  



Furnace Room Fun



We had just finished an emergency call (I'm an EMT), and it was about 3:30am when we returned to base. "We" was my partner, our "ride-along", and myself. My partner decided to go to bed as he was tired, but the ride-along (we'll call her Monica, a 18 year old nursing student) and I were still riding the adrenaline rush of the call and decided to stay up and watch TV. We get HBO (great place to work eh?), and the movie Poison Ivy 2 was on; it wasn't all that good, but there was quite a bit of sex, so it was good.

Monica and I had been flirting each time she went on calls with us, and tonight was no exception. I looked over at her and noticed her left hand was discreetly stroking the front of her pants! It was such a turn on to know she was as turned on as I was! I got up and walked over, and she pretended that she wasn't doing anything. I dropped down on my knees in front of her and stared into her eyes. "Keep watching the show," I told her as I undid her pants. She was shocked but offered no resistance as I slid her pants and panties down enough to access her sex. I lent down and teased her with my nose and tongue, exploring her thighs and pubic hair.

I could smell her scent and it drove me wild! I had just started to part her lips with my tongue when we heard my partner in the next room walking towards us! I pulled away and sat on the floor, and she threw a blanket over her lap. He stuck his head in long enough to tell us to turn the TV down, and then went back to bed. When I turned back to her she had already slipped to the floor, pants around her ankles. We embraced passionately, kissing like each of us held the last breath of oxygen in the world. I knew we would probably be caught if we continued here, so I pulled her to her feet and quickly got her dressed, then told her to follow me. 

We walked through the ambulance garage and went into the storage/furnace room. It is a stark room, with cinder block walls and a concrete floor, but at least it was private. When I turned back to Monica she was already half naked, standing there in just her bra and panties. She smiled nervously, "I feel like I'm in a medieval dungeon," she said. "Are you going to torture me?" she winked. Taking her lead I smiled wickedly, "Crawl to me slave, and prepare to serve your Master." She dropped to her knees, and slowly crawled on all fours towards me. I felt my heart race as I watched her tight young body move seductively across the cold floor towards me. When she stopped in front of me I reached down and pulled her firmly upwards, so that she was standing in front of me. I deftly undid her bra and let it fall as I slid her panties down to her knees. She moaned softly, pressing herself against me, her hands rubbing my body through my clothes. 

I covered her neck and shoulders with kisses as my hands explored her sides and back. I slide one hand between us and started to fondle her breasts. She moaned louder, and slipped her hand into my pants, firmly grasping my hardness and pumping it slowly. I knew that it wouldn't take much of that, so after a few minutes I spun her around so she was facing away from me. I pulled her arms up and draped them over my shoulders. She shuddered. My hands explored her belly and breasts as my lips caressed the nape of her neck, ear, and jaw line. I slid a hand down and cupped her sex, she gasped, and I felt her heat and wetness in my palm. I began to gently masturbate her while my free hand played with her erect nipples. My cock was so hard feeling her naked body wiggling against me. 

After a few minutes of this she grabbed the hair on the back of my head with both hands and twisted to look at me. "I want to feel you inside me" It was a simple but profound statement. I guided her over to a spare cot nearby and pulled her down on top of me. She deftly stripped me and climbed onto me, lowering herself slowly onto my hardness, both of us gasping as she enveloped me. Slowly she rode me, with my hips rising to meet her with each downward stroke.

She smiled down at me and then lent over to the nearby shelf and grabbed a package of roller gauze. Ripping the package open she unwound the roll and with practiced hands she tied my wrists to the head-bar of the cot. I thought about resisting, but decide this could be more fun. When I was helpless she continued her ride, her fingers gently scrapping my chest and tweaking my nipples. It felt like forever, but both of us began to breath harder and become more vocal, our grunts and moans echoing of the cinder block walls. All of a sudden the alert siren went off in the garage, telling us that we had another call. We stared into each other's eyes and bucked one last time hard and long, pushing us both over the edge in a pair mind-blowing orgasms. She collapsed on top of me, our hearts pounding. 

After a very quick kiss she untied the gauze from the bar, and we scrambled to get ready, managing to get into the garage as my partner sleepily walked out of the crew quarters. He looked at me weird, and asked what was on my wrists. I looked down and I still had the gauze tied to my wrists! I muttered something about practicing "violent patient restraints"; he shrugged and climbed into the rig. I quickly pulled the gauze off as Monica laughed.