****** Noel, Oh-Well, The Christmas Cat by lesTigress ******
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Noel, Oh-Well, The Christmas Cat


It had been four years since Jackson's mistress adopted Noel. He remembers when
his mistress first started calling her "The Christmas Cat".

It was the Christmas after Noel came to live with them. Jackson had never seen
his mistress so distressed as that day when she came home to find Noel laying
next to the devoured poinsettia plant. His mistress cradled Noel tenderly,
calling her the "silly Christmas cat" and left their home. It seemed she was
gone for a long time, but it was only an hour or two. Jackson was so worried
that day. But they both returned, his mistress cooing over Noel as she gently
laid her on the sofa, and Jackson felt relieved.

Even though he knew deep down he was supposed to avoid animals like Noel, he
couldn't help but love her. Noel was, and is, a very different cat. Not at all
like that mean and aloof tiger tom next door. Hell, even his mistress avoided
that cat. No, Noel was loving and gentle. Jackson would get a warm feeling in
his belly when Noel cuddled up to him and gave him a bath. Her tongue, rough
like all cats, didn't seem to bother him at all. She was so gentle when she did
this.

Occasionally, Noel would give Jackson's mistress a tongue bath too. Not all
over like she did to Jackson. When his mistress held Noel and stroked her
silky, burgundy-black fur, Noel would purr and gently lick his mistress's arm.

It had been over a week since Jackson and his mistress mated. He could still
feel the love she had for him, and he knew that she was busy, but he missed
their coupling so much. Every so often he would catch his mistress looking at
him, almost wantonly. But, when he caught her eyes, she sighed and looked away.
Jackson knew she loved him, still, he was puzzled that they had not mated since
the first time. Oh, his mistress allowed them the nightly ritual, but he wanted
to share his love the way they did that first time.

Jackson, resting on the cool tile floor, awoke with a start. It took him by
surprise this hot summer afternoon. His lower belly tingled like it did the
night his mistress mated with him, but something felt different. He glanced
over at Noel; the silly Christmas cat was lying in the sun, and sensing she
felt something too. That's when his mistress walked into the room.

His mistress had taken to wearing only tee-shirts around the house. Jackson
knew this felt better in the summer heat, but her dressing lately had taken on
a different look. His mistress no longer wore those silken undergarments that
he would occasionally find in the laundry basket. (Jackson loved the taste and
smell of his mistress and would sneak one of these garments out of the basket
and lick and chew it.) His mistress now wore only skirts and blouses, no
undergarments, and stockings. She also started wearing a collar, similar to
his. At first Jackson thought she wore it for him, but he sensed it was a gift
from someone special in his mistress's life. Someone new that Jackson felt he
would meet soon. He knew this person was special to his mistress because she
would occasionally touch the collar and a little smile would appear on her
face.

Jackson's mistress had just taken a cool shower and had a wonderful clean
scent. He could also smell that delicious aroma from her lower belly, stronger
today because of the hot, heavy summer air. He sensed that Noel could smell it
too.

Sighing, his mistress reclined on the sofa. She laid her head back, closed her
eyes and rested. Jackson could tell that she was not a sleep. Her hand slowly
moved down to where her legs joined and to that area that exuded her delightful
and loving scent. The scent was growing stronger has his mistress's fingers
made slow moving circles. She opened her legs wider and her breathing started
to change. This was sending Jackson into a frenzy. He could feel his lower
belly start to harden. He wanted to mate with her again, to show his undying
love for her. But, he knew she wasn't quite ready for him. Soon, he knew.

It seemed that his mistress's scent also aroused Noel. Jackson watched as Noel
silently jumped on the sofa to inspect what his mistress was doing. Noel slowly
crept to inspect his mistress and her aroma. He sensed that his mistress was
unaware of Noel between her legs. At least not until Noel decided to taste his
mistress's juices.

"Noel!"

But his mistress did not push Noel away. Instead, much to Jackson's surprise,
she gently stroked Noel behind the ears and murmured to her.

"That feels wonderful"

Jackson watched as Noel gently licked the juices coming from his mistress. His
mistress spread her legs wider and her hands held herself open for Noel to lick
deeper. He watched with envy, as Noel tasted the delights of his mistress that
he had savored what seemed so long ago. He was envious, but delighted too. He
could sense his mistress's delight as Noel's rough and darting tongue pleasured
her.

All of a sudden his mistress's breathing became faster, her hips gently
rotated. Jackson knew that Noel sensed she was giving their mistress great
pleasure. He could hear her purr as she gently tasted his mistress. Then his
mistress started to tremble. Oh, he could remember how it felt to be mated with
her and feel her body shake with desire.

Then his mistress gasped, arched her back slightly and groaned. Noel, sensing
that she had pleasured her mistress, jumped off the sofa and returned to her
spot in the sun, purring and content.

Jackson, whose lower belly was hard with desire, tentatively walked over to his
mistress. Her aroma so overpowering to him. His desire to taste her was
intense. He sensed from his mistress a desire for him to pleasure her. He
trembled, as his tongue tasted the juices of his mistress. She arched herself
to him and his tongue went deeper into her.

"Yes, Jackson, yes."

Then, he could feel her tightening around him, her hips arched harder as if to
bury his tongue within her. At that moment he knew it was time to mate with his
mistress. Gently, she cradled his head.

"I love you Jackson"

His mistress arose from the sofa and kneeled down. Jackson, his lower belly
harder then he has ever been, wanted to feel his mistress around him. Joined
and mating, together as lovers. Gently, Jackson mounted her, his paws
encircling her waist. He could feel his mistress's warm hand lovingly guiding
him into her. In a rhythm of passion, Jackson and his mistress mated. He felt
his mistress pulse against him, drawing him deeper into her. Her moans of
desire were intoxicating to him.

Jackson's mistress held him tightly and shuddering, he felt himself released.
Locked in a lover's embrace, he felt her gentle touch caress where his lower
body was joined with hers. Again, he could feel her tremble and tighten around
him.

Slowly, Jackson drew apart from his mistress. She rolled onto her back, looked
at him with love and patted the area next to her side.

"Come lay with me Jackson."

She radiated a warmth, even on this hot day, that was more desire than heat.
Jackson felt her arm around him, embracing him. He would never leave her side.

Slowly, arching her back and stretching, Noel arose to look at her mistress and
Jackson. There was a love there and she could feel it. Noel walked over to be
closer and her mistress reached out her hand to lovingly caress her ears.

"Oh Well".


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