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Date night went as expected. The steak and potatoes_au gratin_ were excellent, as was the fine denominación de origen Sherry from the wine menu. A brief, giggly walk after the scrumptious dinner culminated in their presence in her bedroom. After significant cajoling, furrowed eyebrows and shrugging, the skunk found himself strapped down to her bed; even though he was immobile, he reasoned that the bondage was fairly light - only his ankles and wrists were physically restrained with straps - and he'd get to enjoy a fun night, because this was the only way his new raccoon girlfriend was willing to spend their first intimate moment together.

"I can see you're still sorta queasy," she said, letting a bra strap slide off and taking petite steps towards him. His pupils dilated as the skunk caught the slipping brassiere, his girlfriend's frame progressively getting bigger in his eyes' reflection. "I, uh, kinda never been tied up like this before, y'know?" he answered, the raccoon getting closer, her gait accentuating her firm buttocks. The other strap slid off as well just as she got to the side of the bed, prompting him to bend his toes in incipient arousal. She caught this, as well as the growing bulge underneath his boxer briefs, and spoke as she rested her lower leg flat on the bed, her other dark gray foot still on the ground supported by just her toes.

"Hmm, you like what you see, don't you?" Before the skunk had a chance to answer, the girl got to work. Deftly positioning herself in the space left by his outstretched legs, right in front of his crotch, she cooed as the lump in his undergarments unraveled, putting a paw on her cheek in faux, naughty embarrassment. The skunk, however, did feel somewhat genuinely embarrassed - this was, after all, their first sexual experience - as his face started to burn. "Oh, come now ..." she started, reaching behind her back to completely unhook her bra, revealing her tits. "You're not getting shy, are you?" Pupils dilating in both sexual excitement and nervousness, the skunk briefly glanced down at his girlfriend's chest ... her breasts were perfectly spherically shaped and complemented her curvy figure.

Upon catching his fleeting look at her hard, bullet shaped nipples, she continued, throwing her brassiere to the side of the room out of view. "Oh, like what you see, huh?" She smiled at him in the most provocative manner, her blue eyes and raccoon mask almost hypnotic, as she tugged at his briefs. The friction on his sensitive, circumcised glans temporarily broke the trance as he realized he was going to be stripped. "Hey! Whoah there!" he protested from the uncomfortable contact on his cockhead, putting commendable but insufficient strain on his ankle restraints, the fur on his black and white tail standing on end. But finally, the unbearable sensation came to an end, and his fully developed erection was in plain view of both, his stretchy underpants behind the girl, still around his legs.

"Ohhh! What's this?" she asked with a sarcastic but sexy cadence. "Did someone come out to play?" Once again, before the skunk could say a word, he felt a dark, soft paw wrap itself around his member and begin stroking the skin. He sank into the mattress in bliss as he realized that perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea, after all. "Feels ... good," he managed to muster, finding it hard to think past the haze of pleasure of the handjob. "I know," she replied, adjusting her position to cup his balls in her footpaws, using both handpaws now to massage and stroke her boyfriend's rock-hard shaft, watching the skin bunch up at the top in a pleasured, wrinkly hunk.

"I bet someone wants to shoot a nice, thick, sticky load ..." she teased, otherwise letting her paw do the talking, making sure to squeeze out any precum from his tip to use as lube. "Uh huh," he groaned dreamily, too caught up in the sensations to say anything - he'd be jizzing a fountain in no time, and by his slowly receding balls, his coon girlfriend noticed too. "Ohhh, someone's getting close, huh?" she cooed, the pace of the cock massage speeding up as his mushroomhead began to swell and turn a distinctive shade of purple.

"Is someone getting close?" she said with a faux, cutesy inflection, massaging the skunk's balls with the flat soles of her footpaws and tugging at the wrinkly skin of his scrotum with her nimble toes. Her boyfriend could only grunt in response as the pressure built in his groin, another clear drop of viscous precum dribbling down his shaft and disappearing into the froth created by her forepaw. With each stroke, the tingling fire in the base of his cock smoldered with increasing heat - just a few more strokes and he'd go past the point of no return.

"Now, what's this?" asked the raccoon with a mischievous glint in her smirk as she tugged on the swelling member. He smiled and sank even more into the mattress as the sperm started to pool at the base of his cock, on the verge of shooting out in bursts of pleasure. "Haven't you heard, honey?" Another couple of strokes, the balls of her footpaws about to coax a thick load out of his receding balls. "Ladies first!" she declared gleefully, letting go of his cock prompting him to gasp in shock and frustration, the building pleasure cruelly cut short.

"Hey, what gives! Come on, I was gonna cum!" he shouted, his enormous erection bobbing to the sides and spilling drops of precum over his outstretched thighs as he struggled to free his paws. "Like I said," she started explaining, still holding his testicles with her warm, flat soles and leaning back and supporting herself with her handpaws flat on the mattress. "Ladies first! You were gonna blow your load and just leave me hanging?" He stared at her in anger and confusion - how could he even get her off if he was all tied up - but said nothing.

With an acrobatic motion, her panties found themselves on the floor next to the bed. Reaching over with a paw, still balancing herself with the other on the mattress, she grabbed his manhood as a transparent drop of precum detached itself from the tip in an exaggerated motion. Bringing it to her clitoris, she mouthed "ladies first!" once again at him and stuck out her tongue. He was about to answer her teasing gesticulations when he moaned-gasped involuntarily - she had started stimulating her nub with his bulging glans. The sharp breath she drew in from the pleasure with only her lips parted, teeth still clenched, cooled the opening of her maw.

Orgasm denial got her going something bad; she knew males enjoyed shooting thick ropes and being in control of their most pleasurable experience made her orgasm almost immediately. She grunted and continued using her boyfriend's penis as a makeshift dildo as her pussy throbbed against the teased member, the sensations of the orgasm making her massage his scrotum fervently, her toes writing and slithering along his precum-soaked ballsack as he felt her entire pelvic floor convulsing against the tip of his cock - once more he was approaching the edge.

As her squeal-inducing, pleasurable contractions continued, the fire of pre-orgasm smoldered in his loins, and he knew it was going to be different. Unlike most handjobs where the skin around the shaft was stroked rhythmically, the stimulation was borderline unbearable friction on his overwhelmingly sensitive cockhead - this created a particularly vivid buildup, as if his entire genital area was aflame. As he sank into the bed, bracing himself to start shooting ropes of liquid pleasure, his slowly diminishing mental faculties made him wonder if this was what a female clitoral orgasm felt like.

Letting out a pleasured groan of satisfaction, her climax came to an end and, right as her boyfriend was about to cross the threshold himself, she let go of his cock - again, the poor male was denied release at the brink. "NO!" he yelled, his voice cracking as the bed swayed from his futile efforts to escape his bondage. She giggled, her body swaying back and forth from the rocking mattress. "Aw, I'm sorry," she said mockingly, knowing a half-assed apology wouldn't cover a denied orgasm. "I wasn't pawing you, I had no clue that would make you want to shoot your sticky load all over me ..."

She started straddling the sexually frustrated skunk, her legs behind her with the cream-colored soles of her footpaws facing upward and began guiding his denied member into her succulent pussy. "Oh!" he let out, both from the resumed stimulation and the realization that she was rather tight; he would thoroughly enjoy ejaculating in her. Once her rump was in contact with his thighs, the entire length of his shaft wedged deep in her, she took a moment to appreciate the feeling of fullness. Angling her body like a belly dancer, her toned arms pointing to the heavens, she started voluntarily contracting her pelvic muscles - the same ones that throbbed exquisitely during potent climaxes - and, with a half-open eye, looked down at the captive male as pleasure overtook him.

"Mmmmm," he declared as the raccoon's pussy throbbed around him. "Come on," he started as his girlfriend continued squeezing her snatch around his cock, "you've already cum ... Are you going to let me shoot in your pussy at least?" he asked, his ears angling towards the girl. In response, the procyonid reached down and positioned her handpaws on his ribs and began thrusting her pelvis furiously, making hypnotic eye contact with him again.

The trance inducing look barely lasted a second as the skunk moaned in sweet agony and his head sank into the off-white pillow, his rock-hard manhood assaulted by his girlfriend's vigorous, rhythmic thrusting. His nostrils flared and a huff escaped his maw and nostrils, the air in front of his face turning cloudy for a fleeting moment from the droplets of saliva that escaped his face. Yet another climax was building deep in his genitals. He smiled as he realized he would immensely enjoy coating the raccoon girl's vaginal walls with his warm seed.

As the girl continued fucking him, she felt his phallus engorge and quiver deep in her opening - the skunk was, yet again, on the verge of ejaculating. Sure enough, the boy's curling toes involuntarily gripped at the bedsheets as he announced his impending cumshot. "Ohhh ... OK, fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum, babe!" he yelled as his facial features scrunched up, the raccoon's tight cunt and galloping rhythm proving to be an unbearably pleasurable combination.

Leaning down as she continued frantically pleasuring his penis with her slit, a whisper escaped her huffing muzzle. "Fuck, yeah ... Give me your babies ... That's right ..." The skunk immediately snapped out of his pre-orgasmic haze, images of positive pregnancy tests, sleepless nights, the ear-piercing shrieks of misbehaving toddlers and soiled diapers flashing before his eyes. "NO! STOP!" he demanded, fighting the urge to stay and just let himself go to jizz deep in the raccoon's cunny.

Surprised at the skunk's sudden desire to stop right on the verge of cumming, she stopped thrusting, the tip of his member grazing her cervical opening. "Well, are you sure?" she asked, a paw over her heart. "Yes, yes, yes ..." he stammered frenetically, realizing that his mere presence in her pussy was causing his excitement to grow - a few more seconds and he'd go over the edge. "Ta--take it out! Quick, fuck!" He squeezed down on his groin muscles, the same ones he'd use to stop peeing, to try preventing any ejaculate from coming out. "OK, relax, hold on a sec," she said, using a footpaw flat on the mattress to push herself off, the glistening skunk cock sliding out of her engorged lips in one smooth motion.

But it was too late ... The sensation of dismounting had tipped him over the edge. "No, NO!" he yelled as he felt the warm semen traveling up the length of his shining shaft. His muscles were too weak to contain it - the girl gasped as his penis pumped out an impressive but cruel load, the lack of stimulation making the emission rather unpleasant. Had she known it would produce a ruined orgasm, she'd have reached over and stroked him to a satisfying release. Not aware that orgasms could be ruined, she assumed he was enjoying ejaculating thick ropes all over his furry chest and stomach, his gnashing teeth a sign of satisfaction and not frustration.

As the last torturous spurt of semen exited his shaft, the girl dragged herself up the bed to position herself next to him so that their heads were at the same level and, supporting herself with one elbow, leaned over with the other arm and took a drop of semen on her finger from the streaks on his chest and tummy. "I bet that felt good, huh?" she asked, plopping her cum-coated digit into her maw to taste her mate's salty sperm as his cock twitched.

His head turned to face her, a drop of sweat dribbling down his forehead only to disappear into his cheek fluff. "Wh--Why didn't you paw me? It didn't feel good at all ..." he croaked in a rather low pitch right before a guttural cough took hold of his throat. "Oh, whoops," she said, taken aback by the skunk's tussis. She had wanted to tease him to build up a pleasant orgasm, but didn't realize it would end up ruined. "Well, I'm sorry. But why did you tell me to stop? I thought you were enjoying it," she asked in confusion, the salty taste in her mouth dissolving.

"You said you wanted my babies," he explained with a sigh. "Honey, I'm not ready for kids, that's something we need to discuss beforehand ..." The raccoon looked at him with one eye bigger than the other. "Oh, Ralph," she started. "I say that in the bedroom a lot because it makes them cum even harder in my experience, ... but we can't have kids this way. You're a skunk, I'm a raccoon, silly!" All the skunk could do was stare back at his girlfriend in stunned disbelief.