Chapter 2
The two lay there for a while, reveling in this deepest level of their friendship so far. It was a strong feeling - and they both enjoyed it immensely. Ken was lying on his side, holding Tamara into him as he gently stroked the back of her neck with his giant white hands. Tamara, on the other hand, was pressing her body as close as she could possibly get to Ken, running her striped paws all up and down his broad chest and neck. They would periodically look into each other's eyes, stare for a moment, then kiss deep and long, then go back to cuddling. The kisses became longer and longer, and the stroking turned more into a petting, and then it turned into raking of fingers and digits. The kisses progressed in intensity as the hands and paws became more passionate. Tamara began purring deep in her chest as Ken ran a hand down her backside and started gently pulling her tail, stroking it as he pulled it out from her rear.
"Mmmm I've always wanted to do that to you... You have no idea" Ken muttered out between kisses and licks he was exchanging with Tamara. Tamara was busying herself with Ken's mane, running her digits through its thick and straight hairs, firmly gripping it and manipulating his head as she wished. Ken's heart was beating fast in his broad chest now, and his veins began to bulge ever so slightly on his forearms. Another effect that Tamara's mane play had on Ken was that his member began to grow slowly out of its sheath. As soon as he realized it, he began to blush - he knew he liked Tamara, but he was afraid it was going too fast. He froze up as Tamara came in for another kiss, his eyes shifting left and right, looking away from Tamara in shame. "What's wrong, Ken?" Tamara purred, stroking the horse's cheeks gently. She rolled onto her back and stretched out next to Ken, looking up into his eyes as she guided his head towards hers. "I, well, uhmm... you see... uhhhh..." was all Ken was able to get out. "You're afraid its going too fast, aren't you?" Tamara asked, to which Ken only nodded his big head. "Hey - we've known each other for how long now? 15 years? Trust me - if anything this has been moving too slowly, ya big softie" she said, playing with Ken's forelocks. "You're sure? I mean, it just seems so, so,so sudden I guess. One day I'm hangin out with you as your best friend, the next I'm laying in bed with you.... Still clothed mind you. I just feel its going really fast." Tamara looked down at herself, then Ken. A wry grin spread across her muzzle as she rolled Ken onto his back, straddled the big horse up and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perky E cup breasts resting in a black lace and satin bra with a pink bow in the center. Ken could only lay there stuttering, helpless as his bulge began to grow again, his heart speeding back up. Tamara grabbed Ken's knife off his belt, and before he could protest, she slashed the waistband on her skirt, peeling it away and tossing it playfully on Ken's face. Her panties were a perfect match to her bra - black lace and satin boyshorts with lace-up sides complete with pink lacings. Her tail was twitching at the tip, slowly swaying from side to side. As Ken was pushing the severed skirt off his face, Tamara quickly grabbed HIS shirt and sliced it wide open up the front, then tore the rag off him, tossing the knife with it. "How's about we take things faster?" Tamara purred, licking her lips as a devilish light caught her eye. Ken's heart was racing - he'd seen Tamara dressed like this before - he'd even seen her act like this before - it was pretty much her work uniform at the strip club she worked. But something about now caused him to enjoy it more than ever. "Su..sure" was all Ken could stammer as he took in the lingerie clad tigress straddling him. He reached out and began to stroke her thigh softly, running it up and down the bare fur of her leg, his other hand planted on her belly. Tamara purred loudly, enjoying the touch of Ken, but it wasn't enough for her. She grasped the hand on her belly and guided it up to her left breast, softly pushing it into her warm bosom. Ken was beginning to loosen up, his former nervousness all flushed from his system. His heart slowed down a little as he relaxed, running his big hand all over Tamara's breasts, cupping them, gently squeezing them, caressing and squeezing again. He couldn't get over how soft and supple they were - so much so that he couldn't resist sitting up and laying his head on them, nuzzling them and rubbing his cheeks against them. Tamara reached back with one paw, undid her bra and smoothly tossed it over Ken's shoulder to land in the growing pile of clothes, then gently embraced Ken's shoulders, pulling him into her bosom with a sigh and purr. Ken breathed in through his nose heavily, taking in her scent of sweat, perfume, and desire. Suddenly, they both looked at each other, then all hell broke loose.
Ken suddenly stood up, pulling tamara with him, clapping his massive hands around her back, while tamara unsheathed her claws and dug them into Ken's strong shoulders, latching onto his neck with a biting kiss. Ken fumbled with his pants for a second before ripping them off in one quick yank. He flung his head back and brayed in pain, but also in extreme pleasure as Tamara sunk her teeth into his neck. She came up from the kiss, a small trickle of blood coming out of the teethmarks on his neck. She gazed into his eyes with a predatory look, then slammed her muzzle onto his and snapped a paw onto the back of his head, wrapping the horse's mane up in her paw. She thrust her rough tongue in Ken's mouth, probing and sliding it over the horse's tongue, her probing and sliding growing as the bulge in Ken's boxers did. Ken knew he was getting a massive hard on, and he couldn't care less. His cock was slowly coming out now, the tip pressing against the satin panties of the tigress so that each time she shifted her hips, her clit got a good rubbing. With one swift move, Ken grasped Tamara by the hips and tossed her into the bed, then grabbed his boxers and shredded them, swiftly grasping his growing erection and stroking. Tamara licked her paw, then spread her legs wide, putting her paw right over her wet pussy and slicing a slit in her panties above her vagina. It was more than Ken could take - he fell to his knees and stopped stroking himself, clasped his mitts on Tamara's legs and pushed them up against her chest after he had pulled her panties off. Ken greedily delved into the big cat's waiting vulva, using his flexible and agile tongue to the best of his capacity, making Tamara squeal and scratch the hell out of his forearms. He pushed his tongue up inside her, flickering the tip around inside, teasing her G-spot and savoring the unique taste of her pussy. Without any warning, other than a large gasp and moan, Tamara broke out of Ken's leg hold and pounced on him with all the ferocity of a tiger going in for the kill, pinned the horse to the floor, and grabbed his cock. She was breathing very heavily now, her breasts shaking with each rise and fall of her chest. Tamara grinned, showing her flashy white fangs at Ken, then dropped her hips down and wailed. Ken had no idea what had just happened, other than the fact that he was experiencing the greatest feeling of his life. Tamara had shoved Ken's half erect cock into her vagina with one swift move, joining the two lovers. Ken's logic and thought processes shut down instantly, his sexual instinct overtaking him as he placed his hooves firmly on the floor, his hands on Tamara's hips, and thrust hard.
Tamara's head nearly exploded from the spasm of pleasure Ken's thrust sent through her. She arched her back so far, she could almost suck Ken's testicles. She quickly sprang back, her black hair flipping forward and hanging over her muzzle. She grabbed hold of Ken's hips and pulled up, not wanting him to stop. Ken pulled down hard on the tigress's hips and they met firmly, Ken's ballsack flapping up and tapping Tamara's rear. Ken planted his elbows, squeezed Tamara's hips to keep her from moving, and started thrusting. His cock was only at 20 inches now, and Tamara's crotch was screaming in agony and pleasure. "You... like.... It..... bitch?!?" Ken gasped out through his gritted teeth, thrusting hard and fast into the pussycat's pussy. It was squelching loudly, leaking vaginal fluid all down Ken's cock and balls, pooling on the floor under them. Ken was losing control - he knew he'd reached his 30 inch length and 8 inch diameter limit, and he couldn't hold out for long. Before he could warn Tamara, she slammed her paws onto Ken's chest and ripped them down with her claws out, slicing Ken's skin faster than he knew what had happened. She meowed explosively; a fighter jet dropping a bomb couldn't have made more noise. Suddenly Ken's cock was being squirted on as Tamara came - she had orgasmed at least 3 times already. Ken couldn't hold back anymore. His back arched as his body tensed up, getting ready to fire. And then he came. He couldn't remember a time he had ever shot off that much cum at once. He brayed and whinnied, squirting off shot after shot of cum into Tamara's squelching pussy. After about the third spasm, it was starting to leak out a little. He spasmed again, and this time it was like someone had just sprayed a hose against a wall at full power - it splashed out of Tamara and all over Ken's lower abs. Ken spasmed a few more times, then lay still. Tamara slowly lowered herself down onto Ken's chest, panting and whimpering as the horse's cock was shifted around in her. They both lay there for a minute but to them, it seemed like forever. Tamara purred and mewed softly, nuzzling into Ken's broad chest as it heaved up and down. Ken was still in shock from the pleasure when Tamara said something to Ken. "Ken?" It took him a few seconds to realize she was talking to him. He slowly sat up, cradling her into his chest, still seated in her. "Yeah, Tamara?" Tamara paused as she gazed openly into Ken's eyes, reaching up to gently hold his cheek in her paw. "I love you, Ken." Without hesitation, Ken hugged her tenderly and answered the unasked question "I love you too, Tamara".
Softly, Ken stood up, cradling Tamara like a cub as he moved to the bed. He lay down first, keeping tamara on his chest. He began to pull out, but tamara shook her head, so Ken just stayed in until he had lost his erection and retreated within his sheath. By that point - they were both asleep in bed, cuddled together, their worries and problems of earlier long forgotten. This had been the best day in his life so far, Ken thought right before he drifted off to sleep.