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Tcore Scene 2

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You’re awoken sometime to discover Clare sitting in your lap, legs hooked around your back and her arms around your neck. Her golden eyes are almost glowing in the darkness. The pillow is still separating the two of you, so that gives you a measure of relief. Seeing you attempting to speak, Clare moves in to kiss you. It’s not a deep kiss, but she does hold it for a while.

Pulling away, she bites her lip and looks down, but raises her eyes. She attempts to speak, but the words catch in her throat. After several tries, she finally manages to ask her question.

“Do.. you like me?”

This is one hell of a dangerous question. Considering your answer, she adds in a burst,

“And… could I show you my everything?”

Words are meaningless in this situation. Moving in return Clare’s kiss, you’re surprised when she presses a paw against your chin to stop you. She shakes her head. Taking hold of your hands with her paws, she places one of your hands against her chest. You can feel her heartbeat even through her large breast. The thumps are heavy and fast.

With her other paw, she places your other hand just under her breasts. Then, very, very slowly she begins to lower your hand down her body. With every inch downward you can feel her heartbeat grow faster and stronger. Her breaths become increasingly shallow and rapid, though not due to any pleasure.

In the dark of the night you can barely make out her face. Her only strongly visible feature is her golden eyes, glowing softly in the dark. They seem pained and panicked as they search and study your face for something.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she drops your hand further and further down. Over her firm abs, down her soft belly, eventually reaching her mons pubis. The first thing you can feel is that she’s not totally shaven, but it’s trimmed short. Compared to other pubic hair you’ve felt, Clare’s is much softer and finer; rather pleasing to the touch.

By now her heart feels like it’s going to explode out of her chest. Her breaths are coming nearly as fast. Through the dusky shadows, you can just make out her quivering bottom lip. What could possibly make this otherwise energetic, bold woman so afraid?

Inches above where you would expect her sex to be present, she stops her paw and your hand. Biting her lip and looking away and back towards you again several time, she asks a question again.

“Can...I show you.. my everything?” She asks after great difficulty.

Yes, you say, there’s nothing about her that could change your mind.

Recalling what Savannah said, you can’t figure out Clare would have had such a hard time with intimacy. She’s been such a sweetheart, despite hardly knowing you. Though you may not love her, you’d like to at least return her kindness.  Fairly certain she can easily see you despite the dark, you give her the warmest smile you can manage to accompany your words.

Clare gulps, then screws her eyes shut for several seconds. Opening them again, she continues to stare intently into yours. Her paw on your hand down by her crotch is trembling. Again, she starts to lower your hand down her body. Your fingers slowly run through the downy-soft pubic hair, and just when you expect to feel her slit begin, something apparently has gotten in the way. Her paw stops moving your hand, letting the very tip of your finger press against her flesh.

It couldn’t be. Could it? Gazing into Clare’s eyes, you can tell she desperately wants to abort this, to run away.

Thump, thump, thump, her heart beats, like a hammer pounding in her chest.

Once more she pulls your hand downward.

It splits your pointer and middle finger apart. Yes, your previous suspicion was now more than confirmed. Due to her fear it’s not erect, but you’re absolutely positive it’s a dick. On this shapely woman. A first time for everything, it would seem. Though unnerved, you summon your courage. If Clare can bring herself to show you this, the absolute least you can do is not act frightened or disgusted.

Still, she continues to lower your hand; there’s more to reveal, apparently.

While part of your hand is still on her shaft, you begin to feel what one would expect to be present along with a penis. Though perhaps due to the chill in the air or her anxiety, they’re pulled in kind of taut. Still, you muster your resolve to not show a hint of weakness.

As her paw drags your hand across her, a gasp mixes in with her short, rapid breaths. Her eyes dart about rapidly, examining every facet of your countenance, straining to find evidence of your disgust with her.

You expect that to be… everything, but no, she brings your hand down further. Under her sack you feel the familiar touch of a labia, your middle finger running lightly down the slit without pushing aside her lips. Clare gives another light gasp at your touch.

So she has both. You wonder how that’s possible, but given everything else you’ve experienced and seen thus far in Montergirl City, is it really that outlandish?

Now that she’s shown you her everything, she lets go of your hands.

“Do… do you still… like me,” she asks, trembling.

>>What do you say/do [S29]

How could you tell her that you don’t like her? Well, in this situation there’s something better than simply telling her ‘yes.’ Leaning in to kiss her, she doesn’t attempt to stop you this time. As your lips meet hers, all the tension and weight she had been carrying melts away. Her anxiety, desperation, and fear vanish within seconds of your reply.

Throwing her paws around your neck, she squeezes you tight and turns the kiss into a much deeper one. Her tongue explores your mouth, finding your own and attempting to wrap around it, tugging and sucking all the while.

With your hands now freed, you decide you may as well be adventurous. You’re not entirely comfortable with things yet, but something about Clare gives you the courage to continue forward. While her tongue searches out yours, you run a hand down her stomach and crotch to her dick. It’s already becoming rigid from the kiss alone. Or perhaps a side-effect of her sudden relief. Running a finger across its length, over the tip, then along the underside you feel it further hardening. Bringing all your fingers into play, you start to lightly stroke and tease Clare’s cock. Your fingers exploring along her shaft, you discover there’s a series of soft, flexible nubs that run up and down its length. Another curious feature of her anatomy. It doesn’t take long until she’s flying at full staff.

Finally breaking the kiss to take a deep breath, Clare looks down at your hand around her shaft.

“I’m… so happy you’ve accepted me…” her voice trails off. She smiles broadly, but it’s lacking in that smug quality her smiles usually have.

“So… how about it?” she asks. You nod.

Clare raises herself slightly off your lap, then you remove the pillow separating the two of you. Your steadily engorging erection splits the fly on your underwear, ready to show Clare your affection. Slipping your hand from her cock to her plump ass, you bring both of your hands down on her cheeks to guide her onto your member. She gives a little gasp as she lowers herself onto you, your cock splitting her lips and entering the soft, warm, wet flesh within.

With her legs still wrapped around you, she begins to rock her hips back and forth. Not one to leave a lady to do all the work, you shift your hands so they’re on her hips, helping her move to and fro. Rather than working herself into a frenzied pace, Clare seems content to remain slow and sensual.

Most of her vocalizations are soft, infrequent gasps. Compared to Savannah, Clare is rather quiet. She seems perfectly happy to embrace you, staring into your eyes. It’s difficult to tell if she loves you, or is simply glad to have met someone who accepts her. Is it possible for her to love you after knowing you such a short time?

Then there’s the ‘other’ issue. Savannah obviously has to know about Clare’s cock… and it makes you wonder if they’ve fucked as well. That thought is rather alluring.

“Mmm were you thinking about something else just now?” Clare asks in a low voice, smirking. Is she psychic, or are you just that easy to read?

You mumble out how you were thinking of her and Savannah together. The shit-eating grin returns. Well, at least you know she’s feeling herself now.

“Maaaybe,” she says with a wink. “But for now, just focus on me…”

To punctuate her words, Clare thrusts her hips and pelvis further than before, causing the tip of her dick to touch your stomach. You can feel the warm, sticky sensation of the pre-cum she’s left behind. For some reason it doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. You can just imagine the little splotch of fluid it left behind, a thin, sticky trail running from it to her cock. Every time she rocks forward, her glans touches you, leaving another dribble of her pre-emptive mirth on you.

Though her motions don’t allow for much distance of penetration, her pussy twists and turns around your shaft, giving it sort of a unique sensation. While it’s a nice feeling, it doesn’t really incite you to cum. You need something with a little more depth.

Shifting your grip so your hands are now underneath her ass, you begin to lift her up, then drop her onto you. Her soft, ample behind slaps down onto your thighs, adding a bit of impact and noise to your fucking. Clare begins to let out tiny moans with every long thrust into her. Though you couldn’t tell at first due to the shallow penetration from her hip rocking, you now feel a series of flexible ridges inside her cunt.

They’re slightly firmer than the surrounding folds, and they leave the impression that they’re searching for something to grab onto. You remember the little nubs on Clare’s dick. The two are likely related.

Though you may not have a cock quite like hers, the ridges perform admirably in enhancing the experience. They catch on the edge around your glans, tugging on it slightly every time you extract yourself from her snatch. It’s just enough of a sensation to give you a little tingle and twitch. And god damn does it feel great - there’s at least seven or eight of the ridges inside her entire entrance. It’s as if her cunt was designed to make you want to takes long, deep, hard strokes in and out of it. Yearning for more of the sensation, you stretch out your legs and start bucking your hips up into Clare to thrust her up.  Your hands move to just above her ass near the small of her back to slam her down onto your cock.

The new movements cause Clare to arch her back in surprise and pleasure.

“So you want more intensity?” Clare asks in a seductive tone. Like you, perhaps she wants something a bit more passionate and carnal.

Before you can respond, she uncurls her legs from behind you and shifts to a more kneeling position, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Well, here you go~” She whispers into your ear.

She begins to rock her ass and hips up and down in a way you did not think was possible. It’s not so much that she’s raising and lowering herself, but that she’s pivoting her pelvis so far she’s able to very nearly pull you out entirely from her cunt, then draw your entire length into her on the reverse movement. Then there’s the additional sensation of her cock rubbing on your stomach, leaving a trail of slick precum as the tip grinds against you.

Her arms move to hold you around the chest, her breasts pressing firmly against you as she works your dick. She’s moaning softly, constantly, inches from your ear. There’s a slow, steady accumulation of her vaginal fluids around the base of your cock,  occasionally trickling down the insides of your thighs. Not to mention the ever-thickening trail of pre-cum that Clare’s member is leaving behind.

Each ridge, bump, and fold inside her snatch feels like it’s desperate to wring every ounce of semen you have out of you. Her gyrations seem like they’ll never end, and in no time at all your entire lower body is practically spasming with every outward stroke. Fuck, you’ve never felt anything like this before. In just two short days you’ve had the chance to experience two women who can do things to your cock you never thought possible in your wildest dreams.

Clare is almost laughing with every pant and gasp, timed to your wild thrusts. She has to be loving this as much as you are.

The scents of her secretions are beginning to accumulate, filling your nostrils with a… pleasant muskiness. The sounds of her thick thighs slapping against your own, the scent of Clare’s love, the feeling of her cunt, the moans into your ear - they all come together to push you over the edge. In a rush of pleasure you dig your hands into her ass and slam her down to halt her movements while at the same time thrust your hips up, burying your cock into her as far as you can possibly manage.

“Mmm that’s right, give it to me…” she coos into your ear as your cum lances through your cock and explodes out into her cunt, filling up her hungry womb. Every wad that erupts forth makes you clamp down on her ass harder, makes you raise your hips further as your instincts drive you to try and impregnate the grinning cat. Your entire body tenses and stiffens as your mind is overcome by the singular, intense desire to fill her to the brim with your seed.

As your final drop of cum works free, your powerful orgasm subsides and you’re able to relax. Though seconds later you realized Clare hasn’t reached her climax yet. She doesn’t look terribly disappointed, but it would be rather rude to not return the favor. Loosening your hold on her ass, you tell her to keep going. She gives you a smirk, rocking her hips with the same intensity as before. There’s no risk of going soft in her with the stroking embrace of her warm, wet folds and those ridges.

Reaching around in front of her, you take hold of her precum-covered cock and begin to stroke it, working your thumb around the tip while keeping your fingers around the shaft. A little move you’ve learned from personal experience. Through the dark you can see her eyes close and feel her whole body shiver slightly.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans, “Just like that…”

Working her cock in time with the rhythm of her hips, you can feel her cunt start to tighten and convulse around you. Her cock is beginning to twitch in your grasp. Suddenly she lets out a loud gasp, and her hip movements cease. You switch up your hand movements to start stroking her shaft as fast as you can, your thumb and fingers wrapped around her tightly.

Her dick jumps and bulges, letting loose jets of hot, sticky catspunk that splatter against you. Every time she shoots a thick load onto your stomach and chest, her cunt clamps down hard. With every spurt she lets out a sharp, short moan. Her paws dig into your back; her entire body shuddering.

Collapsing against you, head on your shoulder once again, Clare pants and heaves for a short while. You figure this is a good opportunity to take a breather yourself.

However, she’s not letting you go that easily. The night isn’t over yet.

“Can… I turn on a light?” She asks. You figure she wants you to be able to see her now, rather than simply feeling it. Yes, you say, you’d love to have a little mood lighting.

Releasing her grip on you, she pushes herself off and flops onto her back. Fumbling a bit, she hits a switch that turns on a dim night light. While not very bright, it’s more than enough for you to get a good look at her and yourself.

Your chest and stomach are absolutely coated with her sticky cockmilk. You’re pretty sure you couldn’t put out that kind of volume even your best day. It’s impressive, really. Then, looking to her, you can see a generous quantity of her fluids and your semen leaking from her cunt. Right above her entrance, partially obstructing her slit are her balls, then her cock. You’d expect it to have gone soft from that massive orgasm, but no, like you she’s still painfully hard. While you were stroking her cock, you estimated it to be rather average in size. Now that you have a good look at her throbbing erection, you see that indeed it is a nice, average length and thickness.

From her position on her back, she’s looking at you intently, slightly worried again. She’s certainly the anxious sort, though perhaps she’ll need less reassurance now that you’re around. Easing her worries, you remove your underwear and lean forward onto your knees, positioning your ready erection inches from her.

However, as you reach closer and closer to her snatch, she shakes her head slightly, then flashes you dat smile.

“No, I want it in my ass this time…”

This is one kinky cat.

She looks around, and grabs some pillows to place them under her ass to make penetration easier. A thoughtful gesture indeed. Your own cock is still wet from her vagina, and her fluids are slicked all down her cheeks, coating her asshole as well. Looks like there’s no need to worry about lube.

Moving closer, you grab her legs in each hand, lifting them up and pushing them closer to her head. She stares at you the entire time, grinning all the while. With her pelvis tilted due to the pillow and you pinning her legs down, everything she has to offer is presented to the world. Her asshole, cunt, and cock are entirely exposed, though her dick is resting against her stomach. She’s positively shaking with excitement.

Leaning against her legs now, your glans touches her tight ring. She’s already closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

“Yesss, do it…”

Gradually applying more and more pressure, her ass begins to yield to your forceful entry. Soon your glans is enveloped within her, then your shaft, all the way down to its base. Clare is biting her lower lip, turning her moans into sort of a vocalized hiss. Pulling yourself out, her asshole is desperate to keep you inside, clinging for all its worth. The result is a slight distention, adding a visual aspect to the tight ring around you. At the height of your withdrawal, you quickly slam down into the lewd cat. She clenches her jaw hard, gasping through her teeth.

Her paws claw frantically at the sheets, grabbing big pawfuls of the linens. Working into a steady rhythm, drawing out slowly then thrusting fast and hard into her, she’s probably enjoying this far more than you. You think her vagina is superior to her ass, but the heat and clamping force from her sphincter is more than enough to make it highly pleasurable. With every deep impact her ass and thighs shake and jiggle. With every clap of your pelvis against her ass, you can feel your glans strike against something inside of her, something that she seems to absolutely love.

“Fuck,” she hisses out, “You’re so goooood,” her eyes still clamped shut.

Her cock is steadily drooling out copious quantities of pre-cum, coating her belly. Each of your thrusts causes her dick to smear the viscous liquid around, giving her stomach a glistening coating. The sight is... appealing, something you never thought you’d admit to. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that for her to be dripping like that means she’s extremely turned on and into things. A bit of personal insight regarding these matters, you suppose. You’re well aware of what your mental and emotional state need to be in order to achieve what she’s experiencing.

Still, you can make her feel better yet.

Letting go of one of her legs, you use the hand to start stroking her twitching, rigid shaft. Curling your fingers around her shaft, you let your thumb stick out so it presses directly on the underside of her glans. Starting slow and building up your pace, Clare responds most favorably. Her glutes and asshole tense up even further, almost making you wince from the intense pressure of her pucker clamping around your shaft.

It’s time to wick up the pace. Rather than slowly extracting, pausing, and slamming into her ass, you replace it with a fast, non-stop pace. Jerking her off at an equal pace, Clare begins to moan and gasp loudly. While she was quiet during vaginal, apparently she’s quite the buttslut. You kind of worry that Savannah is awake and listening, but she did approve of this.

Her asshole is struggling to allow passage of your inches as you saw relentlessly in and out of it. Every inward stroke seems to push her asshole deep inside of her; every outward stroke seems to pull it out of her.

Working with methodical, machine-like precision you hammer in and out of Clare, determined to make her experience the best orgasm she’s ever had. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, you don’t have to wait long. With a howling moan, her hips buck up, her anus clenching down with a fury that eclipsed anything from before. While you had intended for her to be the first to cum, you realize it’s going to be a tie.

Clenching your own teeth, your sudden orgasm struggles to make its way past her cock-ring tight asshole. Letting out your own growling moan, your inner muscles finally manage to overcome Clare’s, spraying multiple streams of glistening alabaster inside her guts. With every pulse you shake your hips forward, desperately releasing everything you have to offer. 

At the very same moment, Clare’s balls shiver and contract, then her cock follows suit a split second later. Your own intense orgasm causes you to lift her cock away from her belly just as she reaches hers. Every one of her incredibly thick spurts of pearly catspunk arc through the air, splattering across her face, neck, and breasts. During one of her long, open-mouthed moans she even winds up getting a mouthful of her sticky lovejuice.

You’re rather envious of her seemingly endless orgasm. While you were good for a mere three heavy contractions, she’s released six… seven… eight jets, each one packed with as much semen as the last. You know how fucking amazing that must feel to each of those work its way through your cock, finally freeing itself. With the last burst of semen finally free, Clare collapses, breathing heavily. Every breath causes her chest and tits to rise and fall, her spunk causing them to glisten in the dim light.

Finally opening her eyes, she gazes into yours. Her face is one of utter contentment and joy, likely a mirror of your own.

“You’re amazing,” is all she says, smiling.

You nod and tell her that it was fantastic for you as well.

With a laugh, she sits up slightly, looking down at the mess covering her entire body.

“What a mess you’ve caused,” she says while grinning, “Such a naughty boy to do this to me.”

You worry that she’s going to ask you to clean it off of her, but fortunately she has other plans. Reaching to the side, she pops open a small storage container that’s built into the wall. Inside you see a few towels and some kind of spray bottle. She motions to you, and you grab the contents. Sniffing the bottle, it appears to be a cleaner of some sorts. These two certainly are prepared.

Spritzing her and yourself with the contents, you toss her a towel. Several wipes, sprays, and more wipes later, the two of you are mostly cleaned up.

“Come, let’s cuddle,” she says, taking shelter underneath the sheets.

You’re more than happy to oblige her. Facing her, you wrap your arms around her, and she reciprocates the gesture. She nuzzles her face into your chest, letting out a long, content sigh.

You mention how you’ve never seen anyone else with her… unique genitallia before.

“Neither have I... guess that makes me unique?”

Guess so, you say.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice muffled by your chest. You ask her what for.

“For… accepting me.”

You give her a squeeze in response. After a few seconds she says thank you again, though this time much softer. Moving one of your arms to her head, you begin to stroke her hair and ears. Eventually the two of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

--

Savannah stared up at the bunk from below, her paw a sticky mess.

“Damn kids, even got me worked up,” she mutters to herself with a laugh. Still, she thought, it’d been many years since someone was willing to accept Clare for who she was. Perhaps the new kid wouldn’t be so bad to have around for a while after all. Smiling to herself, she thought about the various fun group activities in the future she could plan.

 

 

 

You’re awoken sometime to discover Clare sitting in your lap, legs hooked around your back and her arms around your neck. Her golden eyes are almost glowing in the darkness. The pillow is still separating the two of you, so that gives you a measure of relief. Seeing you attempting to speak, Clare moves in to kiss you. It’s not a deep kiss, but she does hold it for a while.

Pulling away, she bites her lip and looks down, but raises her eyes. She attempts to speak, but the words catch in her throat. After several tries, she finally manages to ask her question.

“Do.. you like me?”

This is one hell of a dangerous question. Considering your answer, she adds in a burst,

“And… could I show you my everything?”

>>What do you do/say [S28]

Words are meaningless in this situation. Moving in return Clare’s kiss, you’re surprised when she presses a paw against your chin to stop you. She shakes her head. Taking hold of your hands with her paws, she places one of your hands against her chest. You can feel her heartbeat even through her large breast. The thumps are heavy and fast.

With her other paw, she places your other hand just under her breasts. Then, very, very slowly she begins to lower your hand down her body. With every inch downward you can feel her heartbeat grow faster and stronger. Her breaths become increasingly shallow and rapid, though not due to any pleasure.

In the dark of the night you can barely make out her face. Her only strongly visible feature is her golden eyes, glowing softly in the dark. They seem pained and panicked as they search and study your face for something.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she drops your hand further and further down. Over her firm abs, down her soft belly, eventually reaching her mons pubis. The first thing you can feel is that she’s not totally shaven, but it’s trimmed short. Compared to other pubic hair you’ve felt, Clare’s is much softer and finer; rather pleasing to the touch.

By now her heart feels like it’s going to explode out of her chest. Her breaths are coming nearly as fast. Through the dusky shadows, you can just make out her quivering bottom lip. What could possibly make this otherwise energetic, bold woman so afraid?

Inches above where you would expect her sex to be present, she stops her paw and your hand. Biting her lip and looking away and back towards you again several time, she asks a question again.

“Can...I show you.. my everything?” She asks after great difficulty.

Yes, you say, there’s nothing about her that could change your mind.

Recalling what Savannah said, you can’t figure out Clare would have had such a hard time with intimacy. She’s been such a sweetheart, despite hardly knowing you. Though you may not love her, you’d like to at least return her kindness.  Fairly certain she can easily see you despite the dark, you give her the warmest smile you can manage to accompany your words.

Clare gulps, then screws her eyes shut for several seconds. Opening them again, she continues to stare intently into yours. Her paw on your hand down by her crotch is trembling. Again, she starts to lower your hand down her body. Your fingers slowly run through the downy-soft pubic hair, and just when you expect to feel her slit begin, something apparently has gotten in the way. Her paw stops moving your hand, letting the very tip of your finger press against her flesh.

It couldn’t be. Could it? Gazing into Clare’s eyes, you can tell she desperately wants to abort this, to run away.

Thump, thump, thump, her heart beats, like a hammer pounding in her chest.

Once more she pulls your hand downward.

It splits your pointer and middle finger apart. Yes, your previous suspicion was now more than confirmed. Due to her fear it’s not erect, but you’re absolutely positive it’s a dick. On this shapely woman. A first time for everything, it would seem. Though unnerved, you summon your courage. If Clare can bring herself to show you this, the absolute least you can do is not act frightened or disgusted.

Still, she continues to lower your hand; there’s more to reveal, apparently.

While part of your hand is still on her shaft, you begin to feel what one would expect to be present along with a penis. Though perhaps due to the chill in the air or her anxiety, they’re pulled in kind of taut. Still, you muster your resolve to not show a hint of weakness.

As her paw drags your hand across her, a gasp mixes in with her short, rapid breaths. Her eyes dart about rapidly, examining every facet of your countenance, straining to find evidence of your disgust with her.

You expect that to be… everything, but no, she brings your hand down further. Under her sack you feel the familiar touch of a labia, your middle finger running lightly down the slit without pushing aside her lips. Clare gives another light gasp at your touch.

So she has both. You wonder how that’s possible, but given everything else you’ve experienced and seen thus far in Montergirl City, is it really that outlandish?

Now that she’s shown you her everything, she lets go of your hands.

“Do… do you still… like me,” she asks, trembling.

>>What do you say/do [S29]

How could you tell her that you don’t like her? Well, in this situation there’s something better than simply telling her ‘yes.’ Leaning in to kiss her, she doesn’t attempt to stop you this time. As your lips meet hers, all the tension and weight she had been carrying melts away. Her anxiety, desperation, and fear vanish within seconds of your reply.

Throwing her paws around your neck, she squeezes you tight and turns the kiss into a much deeper one. Her tongue explores your mouth, finding your own and attempting to wrap around it, tugging and sucking all the while.

With your hands now freed, you decide you may as well be adventurous. You’re not entirely comfortable with things yet, but something about Clare gives you the courage to continue forward. While her tongue searches out yours, you run a hand down her stomach and crotch to her dick. It’s already becoming rigid from the kiss alone. Or perhaps a side-effect of her sudden relief. Running a finger across its length, over the tip, then along the underside you feel it further hardening. Bringing all your fingers into play, you start to lightly stroke and tease Clare’s cock. Your fingers exploring along her shaft, you discover there’s a series of soft, flexible nubs that run up and down its length. Another curious feature of her anatomy. It doesn’t take long until she’s flying at full staff.

Finally breaking the kiss to take a deep breath, Clare looks down at your hand around her shaft.

“I’m… so happy you’ve accepted me…” her voice trails off. She smiles broadly, but it’s lacking in that smug quality her smiles usually have.

“So… how about it?” she asks. You nod.

Clare raises herself slightly off your lap, then you remove the pillow separating the two of you. Your steadily engorging erection splits the fly on your underwear, ready to show Clare your affection. Slipping your hand from her cock to her plump ass, you bring both of your hands down on her cheeks to guide her onto your member. She gives a little gasp as she lowers herself onto you, your cock splitting her lips and entering the soft, warm, wet flesh within.

With her legs still wrapped around you, she begins to rock her hips back and forth. Not one to leave a lady to do all the work, you shift your hands so they’re on her hips, helping her move to and fro. Rather than working herself into a frenzied pace, Clare seems content to remain slow and sensual.

Most of her vocalizations are soft, infrequent gasps. Compared to Savannah, Clare is rather quiet. She seems perfectly happy to embrace you, staring into your eyes. It’s difficult to tell if she loves you, or is simply glad to have met someone who accepts her. Is it possible for her to love you after knowing you such a short time?

Then there’s the ‘other’ issue. Savannah obviously has to know about Clare’s cock… and it makes you wonder if they’ve fucked as well. That thought is rather alluring.

“Mmm were you thinking about something else just now?” Clare asks in a low voice, smirking. Is she psychic, or are you just that easy to read?

You mumble out how you were thinking of her and Savannah together. The shit-eating grin returns. Well, at least you know she’s feeling herself now.

“Maaaybe,” she says with a wink. “But for now, just focus on me…”

To punctuate her words, Clare thrusts her hips and pelvis further than before, causing the tip of her dick to touch your stomach. You can feel the warm, sticky sensation of the pre-cum she’s left behind. For some reason it doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. You can just imagine the little splotch of fluid it left behind, a thin, sticky trail running from it to her cock. Every time she rocks forward, her glans touches you, leaving another dribble of her pre-emptive mirth on you.

Though her motions don’t allow for much distance of penetration, her pussy twists and turns around your shaft, giving it sort of a unique sensation. While it’s a nice feeling, it doesn’t really incite you to cum. You need something with a little more depth.

Shifting your grip so your hands are now underneath her ass, you begin to lift her up, then drop her onto you. Her soft, ample behind slaps down onto your thighs, adding a bit of impact and noise to your fucking. Clare begins to let out tiny moans with every long thrust into her. Though you couldn’t tell at first due to the shallow penetration from her hip rocking, you now feel a series of flexible ridges inside her cunt.

They’re slightly firmer than the surrounding folds, and they leave the impression that they’re searching for something to grab onto. You remember the little nubs on Clare’s dick. The two are likely related.

Though you may not have a cock quite like hers, the ridges perform admirably in enhancing the experience. They catch on the edge around your glans, tugging on it slightly every time you extract yourself from her snatch. It’s just enough of a sensation to give you a little tingle and twitch. And god damn does it feel great - there’s at least seven or eight of the ridges inside her entire entrance. It’s as if her cunt was designed to make you want to takes long, deep, hard strokes in and out of it. Yearning for more of the sensation, you stretch out your legs and start bucking your hips up into Clare to thrust her up.  Your hands move to just above her ass near the small of her back to slam her down onto your cock.

The new movements cause Clare to arch her back in surprise and pleasure.

“So you want more intensity?” Clare asks in a seductive tone. Like you, perhaps she wants something a bit more passionate and carnal.

Before you can respond, she uncurls her legs from behind you and shifts to a more kneeling position, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Well, here you go~” She whispers into your ear.

She begins to rock her ass and hips up and down in a way you did not think was possible. It’s not so much that she’s raising and lowering herself, but that she’s pivoting her pelvis so far she’s able to very nearly pull you out entirely from her cunt, then draw your entire length into her on the reverse movement. Then there’s the additional sensation of her cock rubbing on your stomach, leaving a trail of slick precum as the tip grinds against you.

Her arms move to hold you around the chest, her breasts pressing firmly against you as she works your dick. She’s moaning softly, constantly, inches from your ear. There’s a slow, steady accumulation of her vaginal fluids around the base of your cock,  occasionally trickling down the insides of your thighs. Not to mention the ever-thickening trail of pre-cum that Clare’s member is leaving behind.

Each ridge, bump, and fold inside her snatch feels like it’s desperate to wring every ounce of semen you have out of you. Her gyrations seem like they’ll never end, and in no time at all your entire lower body is practically spasming with every outward stroke. Fuck, you’ve never felt anything like this before. In just two short days you’ve had the chance to experience two women who can do things to your cock you never thought possible in your wildest dreams.

Clare is almost laughing with every pant and gasp, timed to your wild thrusts. She has to be loving this as much as you are.

The scents of her secretions are beginning to accumulate, filling your nostrils with a… pleasant muskiness. The sounds of her thick thighs slapping against your own, the scent of Clare’s love, the feeling of her cunt, the moans into your ear - they all come together to push you over the edge. In a rush of pleasure you dig your hands into her ass and slam her down to halt her movements while at the same time thrust your hips up, burying your cock into her as far as you can possibly manage.

“Mmm that’s right, give it to me…” she coos into your ear as your cum lances through your cock and explodes out into her cunt, filling up her hungry womb. Every wad that erupts forth makes you clamp down on her ass harder, makes you raise your hips further as your instincts drive you to try and impregnate the grinning cat. Your entire body tenses and stiffens as your mind is overcome by the singular, intense desire to fill her to the brim with your seed.

As your final drop of cum works free, your powerful orgasm subsides and you’re able to relax. Though seconds later you realized Clare hasn’t reached her climax yet. She doesn’t look terribly disappointed, but it would be rather rude to not return the favor. Loosening your hold on her ass, you tell her to keep going. She gives you a smirk, rocking her hips with the same intensity as before. There’s no risk of going soft in her with the stroking embrace of her warm, wet folds and those ridges.

Reaching around in front of her, you take hold of her precum-covered cock and begin to stroke it, working your thumb around the tip while keeping your fingers around the shaft. A little move you’ve learned from personal experience. Through the dark you can see her eyes close and feel her whole body shiver slightly.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans, “Just like that…”

Working her cock in time with the rhythm of her hips, you can feel her cunt start to tighten and convulse around you. Her cock is beginning to twitch in your grasp. Suddenly she lets out a loud gasp, and her hip movements cease. You switch up your hand movements to start stroking her shaft as fast as you can, your thumb and fingers wrapped around her tightly.

Her dick jumps and bulges, letting loose jets of hot, sticky catspunk that splatter against you. Every time she shoots a thick load onto your stomach and chest, her cunt clamps down hard. With every spurt she lets out a sharp, short moan. Her paws dig into your back; her entire body shuddering.

Collapsing against you, head on your shoulder once again, Clare pants and heaves for a short while. You figure this is a good opportunity to take a breather yourself.

However, she’s not letting you go that easily. The night isn’t over yet.

“Can… I turn on a light?” She asks. You figure she wants you to be able to see her now, rather than simply feeling it. Yes, you say, you’d love to have a little mood lighting.

Releasing her grip on you, she pushes herself off and flops onto her back. Fumbling a bit, she hits a switch that turns on a dim night light. While not very bright, it’s more than enough for you to get a good look at her and yourself.

Your chest and stomach are absolutely coated with her sticky cockmilk. You’re pretty sure you couldn’t put out that kind of volume even your best day. It’s impressive, really. Then, looking to her, you can see a generous quantity of her fluids and your semen leaking from her cunt. Right above her entrance, partially obstructing her slit are her balls, then her cock. You’d expect it to have gone soft from that massive orgasm, but no, like you she’s still painfully hard. While you were stroking her cock, you estimated it to be rather average in size. Now that you have a good look at her throbbing erection, you see that indeed it is a nice, average length and thickness.

From her position on her back, she’s looking at you intently, slightly worried again. She’s certainly the anxious sort, though perhaps she’ll need less reassurance now that you’re around. Easing her worries, you remove your underwear and lean forward onto your knees, positioning your ready erection inches from her.

However, as you reach closer and closer to her snatch, she shakes her head slightly, then flashes you dat smile.

“No, I want it in my ass this time…”

This is one kinky cat.

She looks around, and grabs some pillows to place them under her ass to make penetration easier. A thoughtful gesture indeed. Your own cock is still wet from her vagina, and her fluids are slicked all down her cheeks, coating her asshole as well. Looks like there’s no need to worry about lube.

Moving closer, you grab her legs in each hand, lifting them up and pushing them closer to her head. She stares at you the entire time, grinning all the while. With her pelvis tilted due to the pillow and you pinning her legs down, everything she has to offer is presented to the world. Her asshole, cunt, and cock are entirely exposed, though her dick is resting against her stomach. She’s positively shaking with excitement.

Leaning against her legs now, your glans touches her tight ring. She’s already closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

“Yesss, do it…”

Gradually applying more and more pressure, her ass begins to yield to your forceful entry. Soon your glans is enveloped within her, then your shaft, all the way down to its base. Clare is biting her lower lip, turning her moans into sort of a vocalized hiss. Pulling yourself out, her asshole is desperate to keep you inside, clinging for all its worth. The result is a slight distention, adding a visual aspect to the tight ring around you. At the height of your withdrawal, you quickly slam down into the lewd cat. She clenches her jaw hard, gasping through her teeth.

Her paws claw frantically at the sheets, grabbing big pawfuls of the linens. Working into a steady rhythm, drawing out slowly then thrusting fast and hard into her, she’s probably enjoying this far more than you. You think her vagina is superior to her ass, but the heat and clamping force from her sphincter is more than enough to make it highly pleasurable. With every deep impact her ass and thighs shake and jiggle. With every clap of your pelvis against her ass, you can feel your glans strike against something inside of her, something that she seems to absolutely love.

“Fuck,” she hisses out, “You’re so goooood,” her eyes still clamped shut.

Her cock is steadily drooling out copious quantities of pre-cum, coating her belly. Each of your thrusts causes her dick to smear the viscous liquid around, giving her stomach a glistening coating. The sight is... appealing, something you never thought you’d admit to. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that for her to be dripping like that means she’s extremely turned on and into things. A bit of personal insight regarding these matters, you suppose. You’re well aware of what your mental and emotional state need to be in order to achieve what she’s experiencing.

Still, you can make her feel better yet.

Letting go of one of her legs, you use the hand to start stroking her twitching, rigid shaft. Curling your fingers around her shaft, you let your thumb stick out so it presses directly on the underside of her glans. Starting slow and building up your pace, Clare responds most favorably. Her glutes and asshole tense up even further, almost making you wince from the intense pressure of her pucker clamping around your shaft.

It’s time to wick up the pace. Rather than slowly extracting, pausing, and slamming into her ass, you replace it with a fast, non-stop pace. Jerking her off at an equal pace, Clare begins to moan and gasp loudly. While she was quiet during vaginal, apparently she’s quite the buttslut. You kind of worry that Savannah is awake and listening, but she did approve of this.

Her asshole is struggling to allow passage of your inches as you saw relentlessly in and out of it. Every inward stroke seems to push her asshole deep inside of her; every outward stroke seems to pull it out of her.

Working with methodical, machine-like precision you hammer in and out of Clare, determined to make her experience the best orgasm she’s ever had. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, you don’t have to wait long. With a howling moan, her hips buck up, her anus clenching down with a fury that eclipsed anything from before. While you had intended for her to be the first to cum, you realize it’s going to be a tie.

Clenching your own teeth, your sudden orgasm struggles to make its way past her cock-ring tight asshole. Letting out your own growling moan, your inner muscles finally manage to overcome Clare’s, spraying multiple streams of glistening alabaster inside her guts. With every pulse you shake your hips forward, desperately releasing everything you have to offer. 

At the very same moment, Clare’s balls shiver and contract, then her cock follows suit a split second later. Your own intense orgasm causes you to lift her cock away from her belly just as she reaches hers. Every one of her incredibly thick spurts of pearly catspunk arc through the air, splattering across her face, neck, and breasts. During one of her long, open-mouthed moans she even winds up getting a mouthful of her sticky lovejuice.

You’re rather envious of her seemingly endless orgasm. While you were good for a mere three heavy contractions, she’s released six… seven… eight jets, each one packed with as much semen as the last. You know how fucking amazing that must feel to each of those work its way through your cock, finally freeing itself. With the last burst of semen finally free, Clare collapses, breathing heavily. Every breath causes her chest and tits to rise and fall, her spunk causing them to glisten in the dim light.

Finally opening her eyes, she gazes into yours. Her face is one of utter contentment and joy, likely a mirror of your own.

“You’re amazing,” is all she says, smiling.

You nod and tell her that it was fantastic for you as well.

With a laugh, she sits up slightly, looking down at the mess covering her entire body.

“What a mess you’ve caused,” she says while grinning, “Such a naughty boy to do this to me.”

You worry that she’s going to ask you to clean it off of her, but fortunately she has other plans. Reaching to the side, she pops open a small storage container that’s built into the wall. Inside you see a few towels and some kind of spray bottle. She motions to you, and you grab the contents. Sniffing the bottle, it appears to be a cleaner of some sorts. These two certainly are prepared.

Spritzing her and yourself with the contents, you toss her a towel. Several wipes, sprays, and more wipes later, the two of you are mostly cleaned up.

“Come, let’s cuddle,” she says, taking shelter underneath the sheets.

You’re more than happy to oblige her. Facing her, you wrap your arms around her, and she reciprocates the gesture. She nuzzles her face into your chest, letting out a long, content sigh.

You mention how you’ve never seen anyone else with her… unique genitallia before.

“Neither have I... guess that makes me unique?”

Guess so, you say.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice muffled by your chest. You ask her what for.

“For… accepting me.”

You give her a squeeze in response. After a few seconds she says thank you again, though this time much softer. Moving one of your arms to her head, you begin to stroke her hair and ears. Eventually the two of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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Savannah stared up at the bunk from below, her paw a sticky mess.

“Damn kids, even got me worked up,” she mutters to herself with a laugh. Still, she thought, it’d been many years since someone was willing to accept Clare for who she was. Perhaps the new kid wouldn’t be so bad to have around for a while after all. Smiling to herself, she thought about the various fun group activities in the future she could plan.

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