2 comments/ 69053 views/ 2 favorites Game of Cat and Mouse By: mintabal3239 Babu sat up. An idea that might work flashed upon him. He considered it from every angle. He found no flaw. Like all good solutions it was simple. It was based on the age-old barter principle. He worked on it and after two days got it all down on paper. He read the note with hope more than satisfaction. He waited for an opportunity to spring it on his unsuspecting spouse. He got his chance the next day itself. * * * Babu problem was as old as mankind, and its cause as old as womankind—his wife's determination to thwart him when he wanted to have sex. Babu's sixth-ninth birthday was seven days away and early signs that his tap would soon run dry were evident. He was desperate to squeeze as much as possible in the time remaining, but his wife obstructed at every step. Even at this age Babu believed he was capable of delivering three orgasms, but alas, not always. There was a time less than a decade ago when he had just to click his thumb and a masterful hard-on would appear. Nowadays it was becoming more difficult to prime himself to the task. And to his eternal sorrow there were occasions, sadly not few, when he had to abort the show half way owing to instrument failure. Even more poignant, at times it refused in spite of wicked and wickeder fantasying, to rise to the occasion. He tried various solutions, but with little success. Blue films as a source of stimulation were disappointing. From the moment the titles display was over men and women were doing it incessantly to the sound of moaning. These men seemed to hold on interminably, and Babu had a strong suspicion that either they were using surface anaesthetics, or their organs were rubber attachments. After a few minutes he was so bored that he stopped the show. He wished these producers would take scripts like those he had in his mind where the story reinforced the sex scenes, and the sex theme complemented the story. He tried erotic literature, but he found them inferior to his fantasies. Erotic images were better, but not significantly so. He downloaded images of many attractive women in various stages of disattire from the Internet and had them secreted in a sub-sub folder. It did not take much to imagine the snorting and sneering that would ensue if his wife (whose computer savvy did not extend beyond receiving and sending emails) were to click on these files accidentally. When his wife was away on one of her many social service activities he spent a lot of time classifying these photos under various subheadings. Very imaginative were the titles: 'Hills and Dales' was one, 'Allure' was another, 'Cornucopia' was yet another, and then there was on called 'Mewing'. No prizes however are offered for guessing the subject matter of this last mentioned file. In spite of all the pleasure he got out of his computer he graded it only slightly higher than erotic literature. What then was it that really turned him on? This where his wife came in. What he needed was something simple, something homely, something quite readily attainable, and something absolutely in the rules book—the sight of his dear wife Mona going about her tasks in the house in the nude in undimmed light conditions. Was this an unreasonable demand? With doors closed and curtains drawn of course. But Mona never obliged. 'I am not a harlot,' she said and that was that. Babu groaned. He wished he knew enough of Sanskrit to quote the poem that defined a perfect wife so succinctly. It said that a perfect wife is one who is as patient as Mother Earth, as beautiful as the goddess Lakshmi, as wise as a minister, and as pleasing to her husband as a courtesan. Mona was ten years his junior. She was attractive, and when she had dyed her hair she did not appear a day older than fifty. She was lively, and had the impishness of a teenager. She was friendly and outgoing and popular with men and women, old, and young, and when in the mood quite flirtatious. At home however she chose to wear the cap of a prude. "Spontaneity, Mona, that what arouses me," he often told her. "From time to time you must take the initiative the way I do. Cuddle me when I act as if I am having a headache, and by various physical enticements like undressing, lying naked on me, rubbing me wherever you choose with your pussy and so on and so forth make me do it." She either pretended as if she heard him not or counterattacked. "You seem to be forgetting that we are now grandparents. Merely because we live alone we cannot behave like honeymooners." Then will come the punch line. "I wish you had shown this same enthusiasm when we were young." This was her King of trumps. It hurt. Babu knew and Mona knew, and Mona knew that Babu knew that she knew that when he was young Babu was a veritable tiger when it came to sex. But how to refute such a blatant misstatement? Babu fumed and fretted and the female Machiavelli, having done the mischief, disappeared into the kitchen, but not before playing the ace: "When I was spontaneous in those days you were shocked." The painful thing was that she knew exactly what he desired. On those rare days when she was hot she did what she had to do to get her needs fulfilled. How to get her hot? Therein lay the secret to eternal happiness. Her mind was constantly on other things. First there was this whirl of social activity she was involved in, called charity work, but really gossip sessions. Then there was this habit of her to allow the trivial problems involved in running the house to divert her. At times in the afternoon, when in a placid mood, Mona allowed Babu to rub his cheeks against her arm. Some fondling followed, and just when Babu hopefully prepared for a soft transition into the next phase the wheels would come off. "Babu, you must call the Water Works engineer and tell him to increase the pressure in our mains." And that was the end of Babu's plans for the afternoon. * * * The idea came to Babu quite suddenly. It was a pippin. But would it work? Babu got his chance to try it a day later. "I need a pair of broad Kerala type gold bangles," said Mona one evening after they had had tea. Babu was at the computer playing the Hearts game. "Rather ostentatious designs, aren't they? You never fancied them." "It has suddenly come into fashion. All my friends have it." That of course was reason enough. "Certainly," he said. "I must check if you have earned the points." "I don't get you," she said. "What points and who earns it. Are you OK?" "I have instituted the barter system in our day to day life," I said. "Not for food, clothing and the like, but for essential luxuries. Your bangles come in that category. If I want to upgrade my computer for example you allow it only if I had earned points." "Babu, are you OK." "Of course I am." "Then why are you blabbering?" "I am talking pure sense Mona. This is a super idea. It is the greatest thing that ever happened to the institution of marriage." "I'll decide about that after you have explained." "Listen carefully. It is a bit intricate. Take my computer upgrading as an example. I just can't call my computer man and ask him say, to add memory. I will have to get your consent first, and you will give that only if I have earned enough points." Babu looked anxiously at Mona. He thought he was too abstruse. Mona waved him on. Babu continued. "You are sore that I do not accompany you to movies you like but I do not care for. Now if I go with you to these movies I will earn points. The same goes for eating out. If you order those exotic dishes you so greatly fancy I earn more points. In other words whenever I do things you like to do with me, and I do not like to do I earn points. When I have earned enough I get my computer upgraded. Is it clear now?" "Perfectly my darling." Mona tried to conceal the smile that was breaking out, but failed. She wanted to say something but her cheeks cracking into smiles preventing her from speaking. "What's so funny about this?" When he broached his idea Babu was concerned that Mona will get angry and was thinking of ways to placate her. That she should be amused did not occur to him, and he did not know how to react to it. Finally she was able to compose herself to speak. "You have told me what you should do to earn points. Now tell me what I should do?" Mona was smiling mischievously as if she knew what Babu would come out with, and Babu knew she knew. He was silent for a while, and then as if to get it done and over he pulled out the drawer and took out the bit of paper in which he had jotted his points and handed it over to her. "You read it for yourself," he said. She took it and studied it for a while for her husband's handwriting was barely legible. "It appears that the only way I can earn points is with my body. Am I right?" "More or less." "Babu you have donated your eyes. That was a wrong thing to do." "What has my eye donation to do with this?" "There is a connection. The person who gets your corneas will be shocked to find that he can only see pretty girls with them. What you must donate is your brain." Mona laughed outright and continued amidst the laughter. "Next to e=mc2 this idea of yours is the most remarkable discovery made by man." "I think the cornea joke is in poor taste Mona," said Babu, but she did not seem to be listening. She was holding her sides in laughter. She recovered after a while. "It appears that I earn points from doing the seven veils dance. If the cornea joke is in bad taste your idea is obscene. Five points for this. Reasonable. Ten points, rather meagre for the purpose you have mentioned. Fifteen points-well OK I should say. Eh! What's this? A whopper, fifty points. You have not said what I have to do to earn fifty points. I can read just one word 'That'" "That's all. Just 'that'." "An acronym?" "No, 'That'" "'That'?" "Yes." "O 'that'." "Yes," said Babu. Mona looked at her husband from top to toe. "Considering your nerve I think it is a better idea Babu if instead of just the brain you donate the whole of your nervous system to science." She paused. "You rest your case?" "I do," said Babu. "Judgement reserved," she said and left to get supper ready. Babu was nonplussed. He somehow had become the accused and Mona the jury and judge. Mona did not refer to the incident again that day or the next. She was busy shopping. Babu knew it was to buy him a gift for his birthday that she was going often to the shops. Mona derived great joy in choosing gifts for her near and dear, and she spent long hours browsing in malls for that. * * * "Babu," said Mona softly shaking him gently by the shoulder. Babu opened his eyes and blinked. "Happy birthday, darling and many happy returns of the day." She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. She lay on him and caressed his cheeks, his nose and gently tweaked his ears. Babu lay relaxed like a cat fussed on by its mistress. He did not purr though. She fished under the cot and pulled out a gift-wrapped box. She watched anxiously as Babu undid the wrapping. "Scrabble CD, the latest version," said the delighted Babu. "How did you know I was wanting it?" "That's a wife's business isn't it to know what her lord and master wants, said Mona, "though this wife will only let him have them in amounts that are good for him." She laughed, a gentle tinkle, and showered a cascade of kisses all over his face. "Now get up and brush your teeth shave and have your bath; there is more, much more, much much more waiting for you." Babu had hardly settled on his cane chair after his bath when Mona came with a tray of his favourite plum cake, hot vadai and coffee. She pulled a stool and sat in front watching him eat. She loved watching him eat her special offerings. "You rest," she said and went for her bath. Babu's seventy-year-old heart (He was 69 but his heart was beating before he was born.) started fluttering. Surely when Mona said there was more, a lot more for him she must have meant the treat that was shortly to follow. She gave it on every one of his birthdays, but Babu was a bit worried that this barter plan of his might have put Mona off her ever-fickle moods. Babu hoped for the best. He checked that the door and made sure that the curtains were all drawn, and waited like a hunter in his hide. "Babu." Mona's head peeped out of the partly open bathroom door. "Is the door closed? I have forgotten to take my clothes and towel." She waited not for Babu's reply. She was out of the bathroom in her birthday suit, wet and dripping. Babu's lower jaw dropped, not a husband's normal reaction to see his wife in the nude, but his case was different. He did not move but drank in the sight as she in a leisurely manner rummaged through the chest of drawers to collect a towel. She turned round facing him and wiped herself part by part. She picked up a skirt and a sari and then apparently not satisfied she put them back and took another. Babu watched with eyes goggling. He admired those folds round her waist, those wide hips, the smooth rounded buttocks and the splendid pair of pendulous breasts. The thighs were not as smooth as peeled banana-trunk stems they once were but still it had the capacity to 'take his breath away'. Babu's focus however was on the darker brown of the marble smooth mound of her pussy shiny after a fresh shave, and at the slit on the slope of that mound—a thin line unflawed by leafy protrusions. In Babu's reckoning it was the perfect pussy. In Babu's eyes she was female beauty at its very best. Mona replaced the clothes in the drawer and turned and faced him full; their eyes met. She smiled totally unselfconsciously. She came towards him and lent forwards with her hands resting on the back of his chair. She moved the tits of her swaying breasts towards his lips. Babu parted his lips ready to catch them. In his excitement he mistimed several passes but when he did succeed he grasped one and feverishly worked on it. Mona lay in him holding the breasts as if she was feeding her baby. They moved to the bed. "Except 'that' Mr. President," she said and giggled. "Except 'that'," agreed Babu. He used his lips, his tongue and even his nose to stimulate her sensitive nipples, first one and then the other. She pushed his head down and she spread her legs and gently caressed his cheeks with her thighs. She worked her fingertips of his scalp as he stimulated her. She trembled as he worked to a crescendo and then he slowed, stoking slowly and rhythmically waiting for the floodgates to burst open. That duly happened, and she trembled and moaned as her energy cascaded in waves. "Fuck me Babu darling," she screamed. Her husband liked her to demand so loudly that the neighbour can hear. "Fuck me." As he ejaculated she had her first orgasm. Wait she said, and she waved him on for a second, and than a third. "One more," he said. She giggled. "Your banana cock has become a chilly pod, and has slipped out." This time she laughed. They lay exhausted savouring the pleasure in silence. After a long while she spoke. "I must have earned a lot of bonus points," she said. "Plenty. Worth a pair of the best bangles." "Rather ostentatious, aren't they, those bangles?" "Undoubtedly." "Aren't diamond studs better?" "Yes, better." They lay in cosy warmth for a long while. She left to prepare the special birthday lunch. Babu lay on as contented as a cat that had spent the night of its life on the tiles. He moaned with pleasure. The groaning would come later. Game of Cat and Mouse A Mewmew and Nelwin story. Mewmew Copyright Herself, used with permission "Faster *pant* give it all to me!" Mew cries and half begs, her long tail taken in his paw to hold on, his other paw gripping tightly onto her rump. Thrusting hard and slamming his large member as deep as he could go, her back arching, on her knees and resting on her elbows, head hung with pleasure at being filled as she so needed. "Oh God!" she cried out, the headboard knocking again and again against the wall, wet slick sex noises, panting and various cries of pleasure issued from both. Deep inside her hot sex he could feel her spasm and jerk again as she climaxed, "Oh Hon I'm Cumming!" he moaned between pants for air, slamming his cock deep and hard gripping her tight as if she would run off before he finished his release. This was of course far from her mind, pushing back against his throbbing member, spilling large amounts of his musky seed into her welcoming heat. BANG! BANG! BANG! Came an angry pounding from the fur in the apartment next door, angry at being kept up so late from horny neighbors. Outbursts of giggling laughter shook them, quickly Nelwin withdrew his spent member which shrunk even faster thanks to the sudden neighbor's interruption. Lying together, him spooned up against her, "Sorry" she giggled apologetically, "Oh don't worry about it Hon, it happens. Maybe tomorrow we can crash at my place?" he replied and offered. She was a feline, grey in fur with a lonely stripe here and there, long grey hair a few shades darker then her body fur, two charcoal black bangs adding to her simple charm. He was a blood red mouse, strong arms and shoulders, large pink ears and incredible blue eyes hidden normally behind his glasses, far different then her ice blue ones. Nuzzling her neck with his red muzzle he kissed her and mewed, "Mmmm" she replied, her tail lazily wagging. Soon enough sleep finds them both, taking them off to separate dreams. Morning comes as it always did, waking Nelwin first, rubbing the sleep from his still tired eyes mewing softly to himself and carefully and quickly as to not wake the sleeping feline laying naked in bed. Walking awkwardly semi-hard and with a full bladder, he found his way to the bathroom. He lifts the seat quietly and carefully so not to wake her, taking his member in paw after pushing back his fuzzy red sheath, he lets loose a full yellow stream which splashes and mixes with the water in the basin, letting a long sigh of relief as he shakes the last yellow drops from his member. Afterward with the same quiet care he lowers back the toilet seat and returns to the bedroom to check and make sure his kitty was still sleeping and did not require him. Once assured he was not needed, he made his way to the small kitchen. Humming a old song he loved *Flying Dreams* he began to make the two of them breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast, and some fresh berries. While carrying the food back to the room on a breakfast bed tray he mused to himself, "I only met this cat a few weeks ago." He thought "Now we have come farther and closer then I would of thought." He continued as he entered the room. Stopping at what he saw, the sun now up was filtered coming into the room through the curtained windows, he took a deep breath out not realizing he had been holding it in. Moving close and pulling up a chair and setting the food tray down, gently sitting down next to her and watching her sleeping peacefully, sitting there he was overcome with a flood of feelings of affection and love, making him feel giddy with the emotions. For a moment he felt complete inside, the aching void and hole in his heart and soul filled with the moments of love and affection that flashed through him, but the feeling of wholeness faded as he sighed and let reality sink back in. Gently he caressed her cheek with his paw, a tear welling and falling from his eyes making him clear his throat and sniffle. Waking at the sound of him clearing his throat she smiled and took his paw in hers and kissed the palm, holding it to her cheek. Looking up she noticed his wet eyes and the dark wet stains showing he had been crying, not wanting to pry but concerned she looked over at the prepared food sitting on the nearby chair. "Oh you made breakfast" Mew said hoping to make him smile, "Yeah, I wanted to surprise you" he replied sheepishly but smiling. Moving the food tray over onto the bed and setting it on her lap. "Now I made you a good breakfast, I want you to eat it all up" Nelwin playfully ordered, she looked up smiling her mouth already full with some berries. Just yesterday morning they were both on far different paths, she was working at the local grocery store, single and unsure about meeting him. He was the head to a large company, single and nervous through and through. They had met online, on a mutual website they both frequented. Being confined to his desk or in transit to business meetings and seminars, he loved to relax and keep himself entertained online when working. When I say he was the head to a large company, he was the Chairman to a huge recreation and media empire. Taking a few weeks off to visit Mewmew, they had carried a online romance on for weeks and last night, finally met in person. Morning past and the pair spent the day going out and visiting the wilds of Furegon, for as much Nature's splendor as some privacy. "Ahhh, I love the outdoors, don't you?" Nelwin announced and asked, squeezing her paw in his. She stood slightly taller then him when standing side by side, he had the feral hop of a classic mouse, Mewmew had the normal humanoid build so commonly found. "MmmHmm, I've always loved the outdoors." Mew replied, taking her paw and ran it up and under Nelwin's bright shirt back, making his body shudder and tail go stiff. "Oh, so naughty" Nelwin chided but made no move to stop her. "Let's find a more comfortable area if we are going to play." He said as he led her to a shaded clearing under some large pines. They both kissed long and with abandon knowing no one was around for miles. Spreading out the blanket they had brought, she pushed Nelwin down onto the blanket and pounced on him, kissing and purring a throaty purr, Nelwin squeaked and mewed kissing Mew back, nibbling on her lip and nuzzling her neck, licking and nibbling gently. Both paws full and busy with Mew's full breasts, kneading them through her dress, her nipples coming alive at his touch, biting lightly on his neck she holds on letting a long soft purr escape. Nelwin shudders and mews tweaking her now erect nipples under her dress. "Ohhh that's nice" Mew exclaimed as she let go of Nelwin's neck and licking lovingly, wetting his red fur. Kissing again and breaking only to remove their restrictive clothing, returning to kissing, their tongues teasing and playing, sucking and nibbling as if they would never see the other after their day together. Mew was a beauty to behold her slender feline form, grey thick fur, striped once or twice here and there, full breasts and a woman's hips, her waist long charcoal hair moving with the breeze. Nelwin was a blood red mouse, short hair as most male Mousekin were strong arms and endlessly deep blue eyes. Soon their kissing progressed on to petting, Mew stroking the sensitive sheath which hid Nelwin's member. Nelwin's paws were busy also, one scratching the base above Mew's tail making it rise up and arch, the other paw slowly and gently circling the fur around her moistening sex. Nibbling her neck along a line with quick nibbles and a cute kitten like mew, this was returned with a firm grip to his erect penis now peaking up out of it's sheath as if wanting to be known, along with a shuddering purr. Mewmew pushed back the red fuzzy sheath hiding Nelwin's now large engorged mouse cock, looking down at the proud member standing tall and aching for attention. "I think I shall have to eat the mouse." Mew stated giggling and licking her muzzle, thus evoking a playfully timid squeak from Nelwin. "Ppplease don't eat me" he squeaked in playful reply, with that Mew moved with her feline speed to just above Nelwin's cock, letting her whiskers just touch and the warmth of her breath be quite felt. Nelwin shook and shuddered his long pink tail switching this way and that, Mew just watching and smiled. Lazily Mew ran her rough and wide flat feline tongue across Nelwin's sensitive male head, Nelwin's paws thrashed out finding pawfuls of grass and blanket, his ears wildly jerking up and down with the incredible sensations. "Oh My God!" Nelwin cried out echoing amongst the pines, Mew giggled but kept on with her tongue lashing. Nelwin's legs being feral formed, slowly started to peddle the air as a dog when his tummy is scratched. Soon and well beyond Nelwin's control Mew tasted the salty musk of Nelwin's pre cum and with that she mouthed the head and a good deal of the large shaft into her hungry maw. Sucking with abandon her rough tongue running along the underside of his throbbing member, Nelwin was beyond noise making silent expressions of ecstasy, his tail curling and relaxing over and over, his swollen member jetting quick spurts of his pre cum into Mew's welcoming mouth. Nelwin's male balls swelling ready to let his seed forth, the fur on them wet from Mew's attentions. Soon and as expected from such a assault, Nelwin's thick seed filled Mew's waiting mouth which she hungrily drank down, softly and lovingly she caressed his balls in his fuzzy sac, as he shot his climax. Nelwin panting and still not back with all his senses after a wicked blow job could only smile and mew. A strong breeze blowing brought Nelwin back, looking down at Mew watching him with her ice blue eyes, a self satisfied smile across her young face. "Wow!" is all Nelwin could seem to say, over and over, just "Wow!" "I'm glad you liked it, I hope you GIVE as Good as you get." Mew playfully remarked. Nelwin grinned wide and winked, "Oh you tell me!" he replied and got up and with just a hint of direction got Mew lying on her back, her legs open to him, his paws on her knees just looking down, Mew's long tail inviting him down. After a silent thank you to the fates, he brought his muzzle above Mew's sex, outlined under her fur, the mound split with her folds, the area darker in color with moisture. Nelwin took a moment to inhale deeply the female musk, the scent he so loved and could always enjoy, his whiskers twitching and tickling Mew, making her clamp her legs on Nelwin's ears, pinning them to his head sides. Giggling Mew apologized and opened back up to him, Nelwin mewed mocking hurt, but he enjoyed it. Without too much warning Nelwin buried his muzzle against Mew's damp sex, licking around the sensitive area, tracing the womanly folds to her love bud. The salty flavor, the musky smell were all things he loved, but most of all he loved a woman's joy, her climax was what really aroused him. He could go without his own release as long as he knew she had hers. Finding Mew's engorged nub, he circled it with his small mouse tongue for to Mew seemed like ages, till finally Nelwin suckled on the sensitive clit, nursing it furiously making Mew cry out, "Yes, Oh God! Yes! Right there!" mew shrieked, Nelwin kept at it as Mew's hips raised and arched. Her paws around Nelwin's head in clenched fists, the red cap knocked off to the side, stopping a moment to get some air, Nelwin tasted the sweet woman nectar start which he ever craved. Nursing hard again and nibbling the sensitive nub ever so gently, Mew's breathing fast and starting to pant, using his paw he cups one of her large breasts, loving the fullness and feel of the nipple in his paws palm. Mew cried out again, her hips in a constant arch, her tail whapping Nelwin in the side, his own wagging with excitement. Nelwin could feel Mew reaching climax, he broke his nursing the clit and nibbled it some sending Mew over, quickly he sends his tongue out exploring her sex and drinking the musky nectar he so cherished and wanted, Mew was now holding Nelwin's head into her climax making him breath when he could catch a gasp or air, though he always thought it would be a wonderful way to go. All too soon, Mew's grip loosened and let go, Nelwin lapped away greedily at Mew's now thoroughly wet vulva loving it. "OK, I think I'll keep you." Mew said panting and giggled, Nelwin popped up his head, his muzzle all wet from his play, "Oh really!?" Nelwin said smiling and watching her with love and adoration in his deep blue eyes. Moving up forward so he could kiss Mew he let her taste herself on him. Kissing with as much passion as their first and previous kissing they lost several moments in the delight of the other. The day was now well past noon and the cooler breeze reminded them both that they were exposed in the outdoors. "Maybe we should continue this back at my place, don't want another angry neighbor" Nelwin said and kissed Mew's cheek Nuzzling. "Yeah, I want to see your house." Mew replied and cuddled up, they spent several long moments holding each other. After a fly attracted to the moisture made it's self known, they both gathered their clothes and dressed. "Ready Hon?" Nelwin asked, "Yeah just grabbing the blanket" Mew responded, quickly checking her dress was buttoned up right and picking off some grass debris. Placing his hat back on his head, making sure his bangs poked out the back strap like he liked. Taking out a Palm Pilot looking device, Mew quickly bounded over to his side, "I'll never get used to this." Mew said clenching her eyes and clinging to Nelwin, her ears flat and tail bushy with nervous tension. Nelwin smiled and chuckled to himself, as being quite used to Human tech, he hit the ready button, up above miles high in orbit a series of transport satellites received the request to go and after several bio-scans to confirm user and coordinates, all taking nanoseconds. They were both engulfed in the blue glow of the transport beam and after a moment of static sensations they both vanished up the stream to their destination. The only witness to this miracle of science and technology along with their passionate encounter, were the silent pines waving farewell in the afternoon's breeze. ~Part One End.