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"Are we finished or what?" Maia asked with a pinched expression as she blew off a couple of errant hairs that had settled on her cheek with an angled puff. The snow leopardess tried to arch her foot in exasperation, but the arenaceous prison that engulfed it proved too constricting.

David dug his shovel into the tomb of sand that enveloped his girlfriend and pushed himself up from his crouching position with the handle. He eyed a screeching gull that passed overhead and squinted as the midsummer sun entered his field of vision. "Yeah, yeah." He chuckled and padded towards the girl's exposed head, the warm sand squelching under his feet. "So, just admit it," he said, squatting on the balls of his tree-toed hind paws. "Who's stronger?" He glanced at the ocean and smirked at the receding tide.

Maia pursed her lips and sighed through her nose. "Fine! Whatever." She rolled her eyes and faced away from the cheetah's beaming face. "You are."

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Maia and David had been going out for a few months now. They'd met in their sophomore year's second semester cellular biology. Coy glances and smirks while analyzing the contents of Petri dishes progressed to hugs, cuddles and occasional tickles after class. The well-maintained beach of the tepid, pristine Pacific Ocean was their favorite haunt. After all, it was behind the lifeguard tower that they had their first sexual experience.

Her expert paw brought the cheetah's penis to life, two fingertips rubbing the edge of his glans as she smirked and nuzzled his chest, her hand down his swimming trunks. He licked his lips and pushed his hips into the teasing, warm blood rushing to his groin. "Wanna play with it?" David wedged his sniffer into her furry elbow and took in her erotic odor. She nodded and peeled back the elastic band of his shorts--the boy's massive erection popped out with a vengeance. She cooed and started massaging the skin around the eager member; every now and then, a drop of precum dribbled down which she let ooze under her paw for lube. David closed his eyes and leaned back.

It only took a couple of minutes. Despite the lack of edging, his orgasm was massive.

The leopardess's eyes twinkled as David's cock lurched under her stroking paw. A couple of seconds later, accompanied by a burly grunt of relief, the felid penis expelled a hearty, thick tube of cum. Maia was too awestruck by her boyfriend's ejaculatory prowess and David was way too caught up in the sharp, warm pleasure of a rather forceful orgasm--neither of them noticed the lifeguard's crinkling nose, bulging eyes and open mouth as he tried to look away from the reappearing ropes of semen, Maia's jiggling tits, and David's gnarling toes.

The feline couple thrived on competition--cute, sexy, erotic competition. For every intense geyser of spunk that Maia produced, David would try to outdo her and, after an insufferable amount of edging, yanked a well-deserved, foot-curling, back-arching climax out of the leopardess. Tickling was also fair game. Though Maia would lose most of their post-orgasmic tickle fights, she did manage to find a few tickle spots on the cheetah's lean body. It was generally in vain, though, as most matches would end with David pouncing at her ankles, and once he got to the bottoms of her hind paws, it was curtains for her. Tears would stream down her face, her abdomen would heave as her capacious lungs drew in the oxygen her body demanded for the hysterical, unstoppable laughter. And all David was doing was circling the center of her sole with a semi-retractable claw, the tip of the nail leaving an indent in the rubbery, desert-sand-colored bare skin.

And then there was physical strength. Leopards were naturally tougher, and even with his lean frame and meticulously toned six-pack, Maia didn't even work up a sweat to lift him with one arm and hold him in the air for five whole minutes. Unfair attacks to her ticklish flanks were the only wrestling matches he'd win. Even then, she'd hold her own and keep him mostly immobilized as she laughed heartily.

Maia's monopoly on physical dominance annoyed David to no end--her jutting chin, wide stance and sarcastic tone after proving her superiority were always a bit much.

He had to do something about this ...

She'd make him spurt buckets of cum with her expert handjobs after an ungodly number of edges, something he'd willingly give back and coax the lengthiest, most agonizingly intense orgasms out of her. Of course, unlike him, the leopardess had zero tolerance for any form of edging or pretty much anything that interrupted that blissful journey to climax. In a sense, David got his revenge this way, but Maia's anguish would always melt away with the colossal, vibrator-induced clit orgasms. And even though David would almost invariably one-up the ticklish female felid, it was just a silly diversion which would often lead to the leopardess wrapping her strong legs around the cheetah and milking him till he was almost dry.

A trip to the beach was in order to settle this once and for all ...

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David played his six-pack like a drum set with the palm side of his fingers. "That's right!" He reached over and stroked the protruding part of her ticklish neck with the backs of his fingertips.

Maia's head whiplashed around to face her boyfriend, her chin pinning David's hand between her noggin and the wet sand, a lock of hair going down her face. "Don't fucking do that ..." she said in a voice that was deeper than usual, the white parts of her fur reddening.

"Chill, hun," said the cheetah while caressing her misbehaving mane away. "You turned away, so I had to get you to look at me." David sat on his crossed legs, the orange sole of his footpaw inches away from his girlfriend's face.

Maia's pulse quickened. "Look, can you just get me out of here?" The leopardess's eyes clamped shut as she tried to heave her muscular legs--nada. The mound of compacted, wet sand refused to budge even a millimeter. "You proved your point," she said in a breathy voice, blood rushing to her head from exertion and momentarily blocking out the subtle roar of the Pacific. "You won, now just let me out of here."

The cheetah's toes curled. "Told ya so," he said with a crisp nod. David stood up, brushing off sand that had clung to the fur on his ankles.

"Oh!" Maia's eyes went wide. "I just remembered." Her neck craned and tried to look past the sandy jail that immobilized her, but her beach backpack was just out of sight. "I was going to shoot my dad a message to tell him we were going to be a bit late, but I didn't have any service when we were driving here."

David chuckled. "Guess that's the least I could do for you after beating you fair and square," he said as he strutted towards Maia's knapsack, not before locking eyes with his captive girlfriend and smirking at her.

"Just. Get my phone, all right?" Maia narrowed her eyes at the swaggering, spotted felid. "It should be in the big pocket."

The cheetah used a hind paw to grab hold of its strap and hurled it into the air with an ostentatious kick. He let the backpack's strap hook onto his waiting, outstretched hand and started rummaging through its contents. "Nah. It ain't here."

Maia cocked her head. "You sure?"

"I don't see it." David stared down into the main pocket--tampons, lipstick, a compact travel mirror. No phone in sight.

"Goddamnit." The back of the leopardess's head slammed into the sand behind it with a squelchy thump. Now how was she supposed to contact her dad?

"I got this," said David as he dropped the knapsack back onto the beach towel and wedged his hand into the pocket of his swim trunks to fish out a phone. "All right, so hopefully it's somewhere around here? Let me pull up your contact and call you."

"Forget about it, Dave. I probably dropped it or something, maybe it's somewhere in the bottom of the oc--oh, jeez!" The drowned out melody of the sappy love song she'd set up as her boyfriend's ringtone--a nonstop, monotonous rumble she had configured so she'd know it was him even when her phone was on silent mode--came from a place within her sand cocoon as something that was jammed right up against her clit jittered to life.

"What's wrong?" The cheetah disconnected the call and jogged back to Maia, his eyebrows drawn together.

"I-I remember where it is." The snow leopardess used her eyes to motion to the hefty pile of sand on top of her. "I shoved it into my bikini when we got out of the car so I wouldn't forget to text dad." Her ears turned red, and if they weren't frozen in place, her toes would curl up from embarrassment.

David chuckled. "Well, that was a pleasant surprise in more ways than one, I bet!" He clutched the handle of the shovel that was still firmly wedged into her sabulous enclosure. "All right, let's get you out of here."

"Finally!"

A couple of minutes later amidst masculine, strained groans, the leopardess piped up. "You having trouble there, champ?" she asked with rapid, cutesy blinks, the corner of her muzzle curling.

David ignored her teasing and let the shovel hit the sand. "The sand near your head's way too wet. It's almost as hard as a rock." He walked to the other side of the heap, his sweaty, bare soles completely caked with sand. "Let me try and use my paws on this side first. I think the sand's softer here."

Sure enough, the grit gave way to his fingers. He grabbed pawfuls of sand and chucked them over his shoulders. When a small mound had accumulated behind him, he stepped back and wiped his clammy brow and made a mental checkpoint of his progress. "All right," he said as the leopardess's partially obscured feet came into view. Her soles were a color very similar to that of the sand that surrounded it, and if it weren't for their frequent tickle fights, David probably wouldn't recognize he'd reached them.

"I-I think I can feel the air on my feet now." Maia clenched her teeth and managed to budge both legs the inch that was needed to completely expose the furless bottoms of her feet to the humid, salty air.

"Yep." The cheetah's nose wrinkled, and his tail undulated behind him. He slid his hand into his pocket and plucked out his cellphone.

"Whatcha mean 'yep'? Keep going, I don't want to be here all d--Oh, shiiiit ..." Maia's imperious, irritated tone was drowned out by a rising and falling inflection that could only be the result of one thing.

As the leopardess's toes curled, David pulled down his trunks--this area of the beach was mostly devoid of people at this time of day--and squatted in front of her bare soles, one hand around his incipient erection, the other holding his cellphone. "So, Maia. I know you haven't cum in a few days, what with those new yoga classes you signed up for. Bet you're a bit pent up, huh?" A drop of pre appeared on the tip of his cock, a gust of maritime air making it spread and dribble down his now rock-hard shaft.

"Wh-What the hell are you doing? Did you dial my number again?" Her intonation was harsh but with a distinct, erotic undertone. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the pleasurable thrumming against her clit--usually a phone's vibrations weren't enough to get her off, but the weight of the voluminous column of sand above her crotch pushed the phone into her love button with immense pressure.

"Oh, don't play dumb." David eyed his phone to make sure the Autodial if contact doesn't pick up option was activated and continued pumping the skin around his cock. "I think you know exactly what I'm doing." Grains of sand fell off from the sides of her feet as they adjusted in place. "And even if you don't, in due time you'll find out!"

"Dave." Her nostrils flared as her breathing became labored. She swallowed hard before her next words. "Just let me out." She struggled to open her eyes and relax her footpaws--this would give her at least a semblance of control--but the mounting pleasure compelled her to keep her eyelids slammed shut and her toes bent.

"Maia, babe." David's cock was fully erect by now, his tail wagging behind him and sweeping sand left and right as his hand bobbed up and down. "Let me be a good mate and relieve some of that tension. I know you like cumming every day." The cheetah eyed her protruding feet--he chuckled under his breath as he realized how compressed the sand around them was.

The leopardess didn't answer. In part because David was right. But also because her consciousness was starting to cloud. The vigorous jostling against her nub, a cellphone's puny motor aided by a sizeable pillar of sand, was more potent than any wall-powered vibrator she'd ever felt. Along with her orgasm-deprived state--she was on the verge of climax last night before her boyfriend knocked on her door and reminded her to pack for their trip to the beach--the intense vibrations were leading the way to one hell of an orgasm.

"Attagirl." A drop of dangling pre-ejaculate swung back and forth as David's paw worked his cock. He leaned in and ogled the sole of her footpaw--the whole bottom of her foot was one uniform color, a sensual, earthen shade of pink that screamed utter sensitivity and helplessness. Remnant grains of sand clung to the bare skin of the girl's soles. The cheetah's hand picked up the pace of the cock massage as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

Maia's climax was right around the corner as well. Given that the phone was at _just_the right angle--the corner closest to the motor shoved up against her clitoris--and below the heaviest amount of sand, willing herself to block out the sensations was simply not an option. The point of no return had snuck up on the leopardess. "Oh, shit!" David's pupils dilated as Maia's feet shivered from the impossibly gargantuan force of pre-orgasmic toe curling.

The tension in her hind paws could easily snap bones at this stage. Her eyes were slammed shut; behind them, a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of incipient ecstasy danced and twirled as the warmth in her nub threatened to burst into orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum!"

The snow leopardess drew in a mighty breath, as much as her constricted lungs would allow, and prepared an enormous roar-moan of relief.

"Heyaaaaa!" A voice--her voice--chirped beneath the mound of sand. "You've reached Maia's voicemail. I ain't here right now, so leave a message after the beep!"

"NO! What the FUCK!" The erotic bellow of ecstasy that she was holding back came out as a pained holler of frustration; right before she was about to go over the edge and enjoy one hell of a climax, her phone had decided to go to voicemail, cruelly cutting short the enjoyable clit vibrations. Her yell of exasperation masked the beep at the end of the message.

David's cock throbbed as his paw let go; much more used to edging, the cheetah enjoyed long, drawn-out masturbation sessions. The cumshots at the end were worth it.

Maia winced as her boyfriend's claw flicked one of her exposed paw pads. "Hey, I'm at the beach," he said, leaning into his phone's mic. "Why don't you come on over? I'm having so much fun." The cheetah snorted in glee at his own sadistic wit.

"Goddamn fucking voicemail." Strands of the leopardess' hair clung to the sweat-drenched fur of her face. "Dave, please," she gasped, out of breath from her ill-placed roar. "Call me again. I was so close." Her toes curled and scrunched up, inches away from the male felid's face.

"I was gonna jizz, too." Dave's thumb pad skidded over his phone's screen, his semi-extended claw clicking against the glass. "Besides, it isn't my fault you have voicemail turned on your phone. Coulda cum by now."

"Ah, come on, you know I can't take any tea--AHHHH!" Maia's phone whirred back to life against her love button. Her head shuddered in pleasure; Dave had called again, and she was well on her way to orgasmland once more.

The cheetah started pawing off again. He licked his lips in satisfaction at Maia's spreading toes. "Gonna cum pretty hard, aren't you, honey?"

"Fu--Fuck! Oh, my God, YES!" Beneath the heap of sand, the leopardess' hands balled up. "Ahh, ahhh, I'm gonna cum!" She was sure of it. She was going to cum big time.

A stroke away from crossing the point of no return, David let go of his cock, the shaft bobbing in the salty air, a crystal-clear string of precum stretching from his paw to his glans. A button was pressed on his smartphone's screen; Maia's ecstatic climb up the ladder of ultimate pleasure came to a pitiless halt a second time, and her arousal was cruelly punted back to square one as she threw her head back and roared with laughter.

"Noo--hahahahaha! Don't sto-hohohop!"

"Oh, come on," the cheetah said over his girlfriend's boisterous guffaws, his semi-retractable claws going up and down the length of her sole as his other paw's fingers pinned her toes back. "It's not like I got to have any fun."

Maia's senses overloaded, too busy processing the tickling to formulate an answer.

"We're gonna cum together." David let the back of his claws graze the entire length of her sole--spittle shot out of Maia's muzzle as she struggled to reign in the giggle fit. "You always said I shot my load way too soon, right?"

She blew a misbehaved lock of hair off her muzzle. "I hate you so much sometimes," she said between hoarse breaths. Her pussy had leaked a copious amount of juice into her panties and onto her phone. Maia rolled back her eyes and plopped her head back onto the sand in relief as she remembered her phone was waterproof.

"You're in luck." Dave began jerking himself yet again. "I do think I need to let my puppers out now."

"Does that mean I can c--OHH, SHIT." Maia's expressions practically caved into her face as the clit massage began anew. Not used to this much teasing and edging, her clit was being coaxed closer and closer to the most intense orgasm of her life. "Oh, shit! Dave, I'm go--"

The cheetah, too, was about to enjoy his own climax. Dave's toes dug into the sand as the cum rushed to the base of his cock. With a grimace on both their visages that seemed more of agony than ecstasy, their white-hot preorgasmic burning was on the verge of exploding into orgasmic pleasure.

The feline duo climaxed at the same time.

With a growl that could rival the fiercest lion, David's cock bore down. A long jet of gray-white liquid pleasure shot out of his piss slit, mingling with his precum, and splattered right dab in the middle of the female felid's pink paw pad.

Maia's banshee howl coincided with that first glorious wave of pleasure in her cunt. She roared and thrashed as her phone cajoled pulse after pulse of ecstasy out of her pussy. "GOD, YES! MMMMMMMGHHHH!" Her vocal cords strained to keep up with her overwhelming climax, oblivious to the drenching of a lifetime the bottoms of her footpaws were getting from her boyfriend's own ejaculation.

Amidst the leopardess' endless groans, David silently enjoyed each gush of semen, his eyes slammed shut, top fangs biting down on his lip as he emptied his balls all over her tootsies.

As the cheetah's cumshot dwindled down to dribbles, Maia let out a final moan of sexual satisfaction, gasping as her cunny twitched a final time beneath the sand.

Dave chuckled as he slapped his receding erection againt the other paw, knocking out any cum that hadn't been sprayed all over his girlfriend's paws. "Wow." He pushed himself back up to his feet and pulled his shorts up. "That was great."

"Oh, God, I needed that so bad." Maia fanned out her toes, sticky globs of cheetah semen stretching between them. She frowned. "Did you splurge all over my toes?"

"I wasn't planning on shooting so hard." He crouched, face in front of her captive paws. "Guess I was really pent up; but not to worry." David stuck a finger between her toes and scraped off the translucent, chunky fluid. "I could get you cleaned up."

Maia gasped and dissolved into laughter. "No, sto--hahahah! That tick--hahahahah!" After cumming so hard, the big female feline was overwhelmingly sensitive to tickling, much more than she normally was--and Dave knew this.

"Hey, you complained about spooge on your feet, right? You don't get to yak now that I'm cleaning you up. Now, hold still!" Dave's maw enveloped her toe, and Maia threw her head back and cackled hysterically, her toe wriggling and attempting to clench in the cheetah's mouth. "Maia, hold still!" he commanded, pulling her digit out of his lip. "How do you expect me to get this stuff off you if you're all squirmy?"

"It tickles way too bad!" she yipped, fidgeting under the pile that held her down, her pussy juices squishing against her labia and phone.

"Oh, Maia." Dave reached down his trunks and pulled his flaccid cock's tip away from the synthetic fabric--he disliked having to pull his glans off dried semen. "I know." He licked his lips and pushed her toes back to poke a claw right where her paw pad started. "Oh, dang, what do you know? I think you got some here, too!"

The gulls observing from about half a mile away would have flown off from Maia's manic shrieks of uncontrollable mirth. Her laughter, however, was too hysterical to be audible. Silent hilarity poured out of the leopardess with reddening cheeks as Dave explored the soft skin. It was going to be a while till she got out of her sandy prison.