A Moment of Impulse - Prologue and Chapter 1
A Moment of Impulse
Prologue
Shema's day began with an unpleasant noise. Shoving her head under the pillow, she tried to block out the rooster's cries, just as she did every morning. Her husband bought it when they moved to the farm to help Shema wake up earlier than one in the afternoon. She would much have preferred an alarm clock, something she could turn off and hide when he wasn't looking. The thought of eating the annoying bird had crossed her mind, but then he'd probably buy two just to spite her.
Sighing, she rolled out of bed. Unfortunately, it was an empty bed, her husband was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for several weeks. It was already two weeks and Shema was starting to need more than just his voice at night, but there was nothing that could be done other than masturbation and that relief didn't last very long. He might be a jerk sometimes, she reflected, but he was her jerk.
Blearily shambling to her closet, she chose a short-cut sport top, leaving her midriff bare. Due to form-fitting clothing painfully messing up her fur, most of her clothing was a size or two larger than necessary and the top was no exception. The straps hung loosely on her shoulders and the top settled low on her chest, revealing a rather impolite amount of cleavage. Vain, she took a moment to admire her breasts in the closet mirror before grabbing a short skirt and a pair of underwear. Dangling the underwear in front of her face, she smirked. Originally a present from her husband, she had grown to enjoy wearing the thongs, not because they made her feel sexier, they were simply easier to move around in. It amused her to walk around all day in what was originally her fun bedroom clothing.
Pulling the thong up her legs, she wiggled her butt to settle the underwear more comfortably and playfully snapped the thong's string against her ass. As she slid the skirt on the rooster cried out again and she glanced out the window and frowned. Today, she would eat that stupid bird. Having decided it's eventual fate, she happily skipped out of the bedroom and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
Peering at the microwave, she sighed. 6am. Far too early to eat anything substantial without getting an upset tummy. Disgruntled, she poured a bowl of shredded wheat cereal and grumpily mashed the cereal into the milk with her spoon, gazing out the kitchen window at the wakening morning. She and her husband moved into the house a year ago, just before he was assigned to a position that required he travel a lot for work. She spent a great deal of time home alone, napping and eating and taking care of small chores. She missed him, as a wife should, but after a month the "missing" became a "needing" and a case of what she needed, rather than who.
She bit her lip in frustration, dribbling milk and soggy wheat on to the table. It was the third week of December (he wasn't coming home for the holidays) and she was on the end of her fertile cycle. She hadn't bled yet, so she knew she was still fertile, but he likely wouldn't be home in time to take advantage of it. Growing angrier, she stabbed the spoon into the soggy soup of cereal. She was only fertile for one month of the entire year and he was going to miss it. Again.
Overall, she was very lonely. She had a few friends online that she talked to, but none that lived close enough to visit her. Her husband had friends over occasionally, but his friends were just acquaintances to her. She suspected a few of his friends entertained fantasies of her and she once walked in on her husband and his friends and whatever they were talking about, they clammed up immediately. The incident left her feeling a little uneasy for awhile, but she dismissed her suspicion as paranoia.
Idly stirring a soupy liquid of what used to be breakfast cereal, her mind wandered on to mundane concerns: naps that needed to be taken, dinners that would be eaten. It was only until her nemesis, the rooster, startled her that she snapped out of her mental meandering and put the cereal away. There were a lot of little things that needed doing around the farm every day, but she didn't mind, if it wasn't for the many little things that needed doing every day, the boredom would have driven her crazy. Walking out of the kitchen, she stretched her arms and prepared to deal with another day.
Chapter 1
Jesse pulled into the winding dirt road that led to the farm. Just off of a county road, the farm was hidden behind mounds of dirt flanking the property, constructed by a previous owner with a desire for privacy. He forgot his MP3 player last time he visited and he had originally planned to wait until Shema's husband got home to pick it up. However, that was several weeks ago and he was planning on traveling soon, so he figured he'd drop by real quick and grab it. A nagging thought stayed with him though: Shema was alone on the farm. That was it. He wasn't alone in suffering her husband's stories he told when she wasn't around. All of her husband's friends were intimately educated on Shema's sex life, if only by lecture. Her first anal experience, messiest orgasm, loudest scream...her husband couldn't tell anyone enough about her. Naturally, this led to private thoughts amongst his friends, but Jesse had been careful not to do or say anything that would make Shema uncomfortable.
It wasn't her fault she was married to a loser. There were one thousand female Kattas in the United States and each one was married to a male whose Social Security number came up in the lottery. Naturally there were a million factors in a happy marriage, but to hear the news talk about it, each one was happily married.
Jesse didn't mention it to his friends and certainly not to Shema's husband, but he didn't think Shema was happy. Her husband was rarely home and when he was (to hear him talk about it) all he did was fuck her over and over again. He shrugged to himself. Maybe she enjoyed it.
Turning the final corner before the main cluster of buildings, he peered down the road and saw a small, brown figure stagger out of a shed, a large bag of something balanced on one shoulder. Shema hadn't noticed the truck yet, so he slowed down to watch her. She seemed to be having trouble carrying the weight on her shoulder and she stumbled back and forth before falling flat on her ass. He couldn't make out her facial expression at the distance, but he imagined it was probably outrage. She was cute like that, always getting huffy when her husband was talking about her. Jesse suspected Shema didn't know what her husband told them about her and that was probably for the best. Watching her closely to make sure he could feign just arriving if she noticed him he gave the truck a minute amount of gas and slowly crept closer.
Still too far away for her to be anything more than a brown furry blob, he chuckled as she got up and kicked the bag, which had spilled what looked like corn all over the vicinity of her landing. Looking around for something, she apparently found it and bent over to pick it up. Stopping the truck, he squinted and stared, feeling a little guilty. At the distance he was at, Jesse couldn't make out details, but he should be able to see the color of her panties. After a moment the realization hit him: Shema wasn't wearing anything under that skirt and he was staring, albeit at a good distance, right at her bare ass. Whatever she was trying to find or pick up, she was taking her time doing it and he gazed at her featureless rear-end, imagining the delicious details the distance was concealing from him. Letting his mind wander, his dick predictably responded and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably as his erection painfully strained against his pants.
"Damn it...", he shifted around, trying to ease the pain his throbbing erection was causing him. He briefly considered jerking off right then and there to prevent him from walking up to Shema with a bulge in his jeans, but that wasn't a safe course of action either. According to some stories her husband had told, she'd probably catch the tell-tale scent anyway. He shook his head; that would be just as awkward. He wasn't sixteen years old anymore. All he had to do was keep his mind on other things and he'd be okay. Temporarily distracted, when he looked for Shema again, she had disappeared. A little nervous, he started driving towards the house again.
Shema opened the oven door a crack and sniffed, filling her nose with the delicious smell of baking cookies. She giggled and closed the oven door. Sure, it was only seven in the morning, but who was around to tell her not to eat cookies for breakfast? Noting that they were nearly done, she started to head to the bedroom to change into more appropriate every-day clothing, but a knock on the door interrupted her. She frowned. No one ever visited the house when her husband wasn't home. Cautious, she didn't know why anyone would be visiting now and didn't want to open the door without knowing anything about the person on the other side.
"Who's there?", she called out. "Jesse", came the reply, "I forgot my MP3 player here a while back, thought he'd be back before now, but I guess not."
Shema bit her lip. This wasn't good. She was in the peak of her fertile period and her hormone-saturated brain heard Jesse's voice and cried out MALE! She certainly wasn't dressed politely and her clothing would give him wrong thoughts. Still, she reasoned, he'd only be here a few minutes while he retrieved whatever it was he forgot and even if her body was ready to mate, she wasn't. At least not with him.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hi Jesse!, she greeted him, "please come in. I'm baking cookies." She blushed. What a stupid thing to say.
"Morning Shema, I hope you don't mind my coming by this early", Jesse heard himself automatically reply. All his attention was drawn to her boobs which were barely being held in check by the tank-top she was wearing. He felt the urge to reach out and give them a good squeeze.
Shema noticed where his gaze was concentrated on and hurriedly stepped away from the door. She adjusted the tank top nonchalantly, but it remained loose, barely hanging on the top of her breasts and visibly threatening to slip off completely. She cursed herself for wearing such ridiculous clothing.
Still, she had to be polite to her husband's friends. "Please sit down", she offered, pulling out a kitchen chair for him, "The cookies are almost done, so you wait here while I look for the MP3 player and you can have some cookies for the ride home". Shema smiled and patted the chair. Jesse hadn't moved since she opened the door. The chair patting seemed to do the trick and he simply nodded, closing the kitchen door behind him and sitting down.
Much to his surprise, she bent over behind him and gave him a peck on the cheek. He turned around, but she had already scampered away, leaving him very confused and a little aroused.
Unfortunately, Shema was feeling the same way. She knew why she had just kissed him and knew he had to leave quickly. Her hormones and his human male pheromones were causing bad thoughts and urges and she quickly walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. Leaning against it, she spread her legs and closed her eyes, letting one hand slide down her belly while the other began squeezing her breasts.
A sharp sensation between her legs snapped her out of the haze and she yanked her hand from her crotch. "Shema, you stupid kitten!", she hissed, "He is not your husband and you will behave yourself!" Ashamed and a little angry, she spied the MP3 player on top of the dresser and snatched it up, stalking out of the room.
Jesse's idle thoughts were interrupted by the smack of the MP3 player against the table. Without saying a word, the cute Katta went to the stove and opened the oven door a bit to peek at the cookies, giving Jesse an excellent view of her furry rear end. To his disappointment, she wasn't naked under the skirt as he had thought, but seeing the g-string disappear between the crack of her ass and reappear at the fleshly bulge between her legs was almost as enticing. Her husband was right about her being uninhibited, but he was surprised that she was being so open about it around him. He made up his mind to tease her a bit and see how she reacted.
"So...your husband talks a lot about you", he said to Shema's ass, "Mostly good things..."
Shema didn't turn around, intent on studying some aspect of the cookies. "He isn't home enough", she complained, "What does he say about me?"
Jesse grinned. "Only that you beg him for sex every second that he's home and that your appetite for it is insatiable". This was only half true, he never claimed she begged, but her husband had mentioned nonchalantly during their a weekly card game, that Shema could probably do him, then every man sitting at the table, and probably still be unsatisfied. There had been six of them at the table and the comment had generated a lot of conversation. Shema rarely made an appearance when her husband had his friend's over and he suspected this sort of thing was the reason. Thinking back on it, the sudden image of Shema getting gangbanged was arousing and a bit depressing at the same time.
Shema stood up and slammed the oven door closed. "What?!", she gasped, her eyes wide, "That's not true! I don't beg! I have needs!" Blushing at the last part of her outburst, she quickly sat down at the table, across from Jesse. "I mean...I miss him when he's away, I'm his wife and he's my husband and wanting to um...mate, is perfectly normal, right?"
"Well, of course it is", he smiled, "He also mentioned something else interesting. He said that Katta went into a sort of...heat, I guess you could call it. What does that mean?" Inwardly, Jesse smirked as she blushed heavily and stammered. He knew what that meant, courtesy of her husband, and he knew she was probably still in her fertile cycle.
Recovering from her shock at being asked a very personal question, she stammered. "I'm not going to tell you about that! It is between me and my husband, not any of your concern!"
"Ah Shema...", Jesse decided to push his luck further, "Nothing is between just you and your husband, he tells us pretty much everything. For example, we know your, uh, cycle is from October to December and that when you're in your cycle, you want to have sex almost all the time.
Shema didn't know how to respond, this male was being very forward with his questions. Flustered, she only managed to repeat herself. "That's not your concern! It is between myself and my husband!"
A wave of heat flushed through Shema's body and she blushed, bringing a smile from the stupid male. Having this male ask her questions about mating reminded her of how long ago she was last with her husband and a dull ache was starting to throb between her legs. She cursed her wandering mind and consciously tried to think of the least sexiest thing she could think of, but the attempt only heightened her body's response and she was glad she was sitting down. Nervous, she looked at him and smiled while she adjusted her skirt.
Jesse watched Shema fidget in her chair and knew he had her. She was blushing and wiggling and her erect nipples were poking against her tank top. He was willing to bet there was something going on downstairs as well. Sitting across from this cute alien, his friend's wife, as she tried to hide her horniness was a massive turn-on and it was Jesse's turn to fidget as his dick swelled up in his jeans.
They stared at each other, neither one saying anything, each aware of the other's reciprocating state of mind. Feeling guilty and a bit shy, Shema broke eye contact and stared at her lap and tried to tell him that he should leave, but she could only stammer ineffectually.
Fortunately, the oven interjected with a musical *ding*. Relieved, Shema jumped up from the table and turned to the oven. Putting on her oven mitts, she opened the oven door and bent over to retrieve the cookie tray, giving Jesse quite a sight.
Aroused, the thong did little to hide Shema this time around. Her pussy lips splayed out from underneath the thong, her labia was swollen and red and the slight odor of bananas wafted into his nose. Her husband had said her cunt smelled like bananas and Jesse couldn't help but wonder if it tasted like them too. Not that her husband likely knew, he didn't seem the reciprocating type to go down on a woman and all of his stories, full of him fucking the hell out of Shema, seemed to confirm this.
Deciding to make his move, Jesse quietly stood up and walked behind Shema. Still bent over, Shema was too intent on studying the cookies to notice Jesse was standing little more than an inch behind her. Shuffling backwards so she could straighten up, she bumped against his crotch.
"Oh!" Startled, Shema gasped and turned her head around, "What are you do-Ah!". Her question was cut short as Jesse grasped her hips and rubbed her rear end against him. A thrill ran through her body as she felt the bulge in his pants rubbing against her ass and she grasped the edge of the stove, not protesting, but not helping either. Grabbing her ass, he continued to grind against her and she felt ashamed of her inability to control her desires and she bent over, resting her forehead against the stovetop, hiding her blushing face from the male.
"Damn Shema...", Jesse breathed, rubbing her hips and butt, watching it jiggle against his imprisoned erection. He took hold of her hips and pressed his crotch against her rear end insistently, lightly thrusting his hips against her causing her head to gently thud against the stove with each thrust.
Shema blushed even heavier as Jesse started to mimic mating with her from behind. Boucing her head against the stove was very annoying and readjusted her head so that her forehead was against the edge of the stove, still unable to look at the male. A thrill went through her body as it naturally responded to his movements and she wondered if she'd be able to get away with having just a little fun.
As she was contemplating this, two fingers slid into her mouth and she made up her mind, turning her head towards Jesse as twirled his fingers around her mouth. She rolled her tongue around his exploring fingers and made sure to get them slick and wet with her spit. He didn't taste much like anything, neither good nor bad, and she closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out as his fingers probed deeper. He was rubbing his fingers on her teeth, against the roof of her mouth, along her cheeks and she felt drool dripping down her chin. As he withdrew his fingers, Shema stared back at him, sucking against his withdrawal and slurping down a great quantity of Jesse-flavored spit. Resting her forehead against the stove again, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against him.
Watching her suck on his fingers had been incredibly hot and his cock was throbbing against his pants, turning his thoughts southward. Rubbing her back and ass, he pushed against her crotch and was rewarded with a gasp from Shema. Making sure to push directly against her wet slit, he leaned over her and whispered, "You want something else in your mouth, you hot, sexy thing?" and bit the tip of her ear. To his surprise, Shema turned her head towards him and pressed her face against his, thrusting her rough tongue into his mouth. With barely any lips to lock with his, small rivulets of spit dribbled out of her mouth as she gently bit his lips and swirled her tongue around his.
Releasing her hips, Jesse placed one hand her belly and the other on her ass, slowly sliding it down between her legs. He continued to kiss her as he started teasing her pussy, pinching and stretching her pussy lips and sliding a finger in and out of her wet cunt. Still sucking on his tongue, Shema moaned and shifted her hands against the stove, using one hand to balance while she massaged her clit with the other. For several minutes neither of them said anything, Shema lost in an increasingly pleasurable world as Jesse slipped in a second finger, then a third.
But Jesse was bored of kissing and fingering her. Burying his fingers knuckle deep in her pussy, he withdrew his tongue from her mouth and knelt behind her. Slapping his free hand against her ample ass, he withdraw his fingers from her and gently removed Shema's hand from her clit. Leaning forward, he pressed his face against her slit, alternately licking and sucking on her clit.
"Ohhhhh....", Shema moaned and bounced her rear end in time with his sucking. Her husband never liked going down on her and would usually painfully rub her clit instead until she lied and told him she was wet enough for him to fuck her. Entry was usually also painful and Shema had gotten in the habit of using a lubricating product when she knew her husband wanted sex. But now wasn't the time to be thinking of her stupid husband and Shema shook her head and smiled as a sharp, but pleasant, sensation shot up her spine. Unlike her husband, Jesse was very good at using his mouth on her and if he kept at it, with a few changes, she would have her first male-provided orgasm in weeks. Of course, at that moment, he stopped sucking on her, slapping her on the ass as he did so. Massaging her ample ass in his hands, he started lapping at the inside of her pussy, which was nice, but wouldn't get her off. Biting her lip to keep from giggling, she leaned her left shoulder against the stove and reached with her right hand to poke Jesse underneath his chin.
Feeling the sharp prick of her claw, Jesse slid his tongue along her moist flesh and wrapped his lips around her clit again, alternating between flicking his tongue against it and gently sucking it into his mouth. Grinning as she gyrated her rear end harder into his face, he thought about her far she was willing to take this. He didn't have to wonder for long.
"Oh yessss..." Shema hissed as a pleasant feeling of heat and electricity began to buzz around her crotch. Rubbing her cunt against Jesse's face in time with the increasing sense of pressure, she thought about how she was about to cum on the face of a male who was not her husband and she blushed as her body responded by drawing even closer to her peak. The feeling of pressure kept building between her legs and she hissed and moaned and grinded against Jesse insistently. Abandoning herself to the act, she closed her eyes and let her tongue loll out of her mouth to keep cool, panting and bouncing her hips.
Enveloped in a world of fur, heat, and moisture, Jesse tried to keep up with Shema, sucking on her clit harder and faster, but she was obviously close to coming and he stopped sucking and furiously lapped at the inside of her pussy, enjoying the slightly sweet taste.
"Mrowwrrr!", Shema yowled, startling Jesse. The noise was harsh and guttural and sounded as if it didn't belong to the small, sexy feline he was eating out. As much as he talked about the intimate parts of her life, Shema's husband never got very detailed. He certainly didn't mention her yowling like an animal and as Shema furiously rubbed her clit against his lips Jesse tried to imagine what she sounded like as she was getting pounded. Her twitch-inducing yowling was getting more frequent and he buried his face between her legs, rapidly flicking his tongue along her insides.
Shema hissed as a very particular tingling sensation began to flow up her spine from between her legs. She gasped with anticipation and closed her eyes, concentrating on rubbing her clit against Jesse's mouth with short, fast twitches of her hips. She had been waiting for this for months and the fact that it wasn't her husband gasping for air between her legs didn't matter in the least. A small corner of her mind insisted that it would later on, but she ignored that as the tingling sensation started to become a frantic and very pleasant buzzing.
"Mrowr!" Mrowr mrooooowr!", Shema panted and yowled as her orgasm finally burst forth, waves of heat and energy radiating from her pussy and spreading throughout her body. Her hips buckled involuntarily as Jesse's tongue pressed against her now-hypersensitive clit and she didn't bother to recover, smothering Jesse and smearing his face with her juices. The heat and passion was replaced by a relaxing sense of warmth and satisfaction and Shema rubbed her rear end into Jesse's face and sighed as the afterglow continued to wash over her. She was happy she had decided to do this, but a part of her wondered how much of it had been her choice and if she had been too willing to let Jesse have his way. She had known that her husband talked about her mating habits to his friends, but it never occurred to her that they would want to mate with her against her husband's wishes. This thought brought a darker, more suspicious thought to light, but Shema dismissed it. Her husband could be distant and cold towards her, but he was also very possessive and she couldn't see him allowing his friends to mate with her.
Shaking her head slightly, Shema dismissed that line of thought. Allowed or not, Jesse had just shown her a very good (and overdue) time and she was going to reciprocate one way or another. Shema knew what Jesse probably wanted, but mating was out of the question: in her fertile cycle, the chance of pregnancy was nearly 100%. All the Katta slated for the trip to Earth had been warned not to let their husbands put their penises ("A silly word", Shema though) into them during their fertile period when kittens were not wanted, as males apparently dripped semen when aroused. Her husband hadn't, Shema thought wickedly, but she was about to find out if Jesse did!
Jesse gasped for air as Shema finally lifted her crotch off of his face. As she did so, he noticed there were some sticky tendrils of...something dangling between his mouth and her pussy. He assumed it was her species version of cum and wiped his mouth off. He had been expecting a docile, shy Katta and hadn't been ready for the enthusiasm and strength she had met his advances with. She definitely did not react the way her husband had said she would and he knew that the plan her husband had come up with was not going to go the way he had hoped it would. This sexy, energetic creature wasn't going to submit to anyone and he wondered how much of what her husband told them was actually true. At any rate, Jesse's part of the plan was done and he stood up to leave as Shema turned around to face him.
"Well Shema, thanks for the fun time", Jesse smiled at the happy, quivering Katta, "I guess I'll see you around" and he started to turn towards the door.
"Oh no you don't you stud", Shema purred, running the tips of her claws down Jesse's stomach, "There's something I need to take of, right....here..." and she squeezed his entrapped cock through his pants and stuck her tongue out at him as she sank to her knees. Nuzzling the bulge in his pants, she giggled and looked up at him. "We can't just let you leave like this, now can we?" she purred. Receiving only a wide-eyed stare in response, she nuzzled harder and nibbled at him, "Weelll...? Do you want to see how a Katta's tongue feels wrapped around your cock?" Realizing how she was beginning to talk, Shema blushed. She normally didn't use that kind of language, even with her husband, but that's how the humans spoke to each other in the mating videos she watched online.
Apparently it worked, because she managed to get a nod out of Jesse this time and Shema excitedly tore at his jeans, giddiness causing her to fumble with the zipper. After several moments of yanking on his pants, she finally got the zipper drawn. Pulling the fly of his pants apart with one hand, she nuzzled the silken bulge in his boxers, nibbling and pressing her rough tongue against his cock. Growing drunk on the scent and feel of the excited male on her mouth, she continued to tease Jesse, running her tongue along him through the fabric. Wrapping her mouth around where she figured the tip was, she bobbed her head up and down slightly as she sucked on his cock through his boxers. Two hands cupped the side of her head and gently pushed her away and she looked up at Jesse, surprised and hurt that he just rejected her advances. But he looked down at her and gave her a sheepish grin, pulling his dick out of his pants and waving it under her nose.
Glancing up at him with a cute smile, Shema grabbed his shaft and tapped the head of his cock against her nose. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, taking in his scent and letting her hormones kick into high gear. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but right now she didn't care.
"Husband, this is your fault", Shema thought, "If you were around more or paid more attention to me when you were home, I wouldn't be doing this."
Having exonerated herself for all future sins, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, watching Jesse's reaction as she slapped his cock against her tongue. That, combined with her slow, gentle stroking, elicited a spurt of precum to ooze out and into her mouth, which Shema swallowed greedily. Giving Jesse a few more strokes, she suddenly threw her head forward, pushing her mouth all the way down his cock. This was more than Jesse had expected and the sudden roughness of her tongue against the entire length of his shaft was so surprising and powerful that he reflexively bent forward, pulling himself slightly out of her mouth.
But Shema didn't relent and leaned forward to keep as much of Jesse in her mouth as she could. Shifting her knees slightly to maintain her balance, she stopped stroking him and guided his hands to the back of her head, grabbing his hips when his hands were where she wanted them. Waiting for him to start, Shema rolled her tongue around the cock that was filling her mouth and swallowed to prevent herself from drooling. After a few moments, she realized he still hadn't done anything and she leaned back, keeping Jesse in her mouth, so that she could look up at him.
To say Jesse was at a loss would be putting it gently. He was certainly no stranger to women, but when it came to horny Kattas, he was out of his league. A part of his mind was screaming at him do something damn it, but he found himself unable to do anything but stare into her beautiful green eyes as she gazed up at him. That his cock was six inches in her mouth just below those eyes didn't make a difference. Aware that his inaction was starting to make Shema anxious and that she was staring at him, he firmly banished any doubts from his mind and slowly slid out of her mouth, stopping just as her lips (for lack of a better term) closed around the head. Conscious of her anatomical differences and not wanting to hurt her, he slowly slid back inside her mouth, watching (somewhat creepily, Shema thought) for any signs of discomfort. Receiving none, he slid back out of her mouth faster and slid it back in quicker and rougher. She didn't protest and he repeated this process a third time, thrusting as hard and deep as he could to see what her reaction would be.
But all he got was a somewhat exasperated stare as she wiggled her nose against his pelvis before pulling her head back, sucking against his withdrawal as he slipped out of her mouth. Still gazing up at him, she thrust her head forward, engulfing his entire cock in her hot mouth. With a muffled giggle, she wiggled her head back and forth, brushing her nose against his pelvis before sliding her mouth back up his shaft, stopping when she had half the length of him still inside her. Having no lips able to keep her from drooling, she slurped and swallowed noisily as she bobbed her head up and down and gently flexed her nails into his side.
. "Oh fuck...", Jesse moaned, leaning over her as the sensations from spiraling up from his dick became nearly overwhelming. The combination of her rough, alien tongue and the wet noises of her sucking was causing him to reach his peak sooner than he thought, but he wanted to savor this.
Gently, he grasped her head a little tighter and pushed her away. A little confused, she let him slide his cock out of her mouth and purred, licking her lips, "Yeessss...?"
"I uh, was about to come", Jesse lamely explained. Fortunately, Shema mistook his greed for concern and she laughed, delighted. "Don't be silly! That's what you're supposed to do and you can come in my mouth, you won't hurt me."
Mentally, Shema smirked. She knew that any human male wouldn't last long (or long enough) with a Katta female.
Smiling at him, she wrapped both hands around his saliva-slick shaft, running her hands along its full length and took the head of his cock in her mouth, flicking her rough tongue against the slit while she increased the tempo of her stroking. Watching his reaction, she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and slid his cock back in her mouth as far as she could go. Looking back down at her, Jesse used his hands to wiggle her head back and forth this time, brushing her tongue against his balls as she drooled and swallowed around his cock. The precum dripping into her mouth let her know he was about to come and she suppressed a nervous flutter in her stomach. Despite the façade of confidence, she had swallowed only once before and it had resulted in her choking and coughing on to her husband. He hadn't said anything, but neither had he let her suck him off again. Steeling herself for what was about to come, she bobbed her head against the last inch of his cock, tapping the back of her throat with his dick.
Not expecting she'd go so deep, Jesse groaned and pushed against her. Shema gagged as the rhythm she was comfortable with was interrupted. But he was only paying attention to the roughness of her tongue as his orgasm steadily built and he started thrusting his hips, using his hands to slide her mouth along his cock. But this hadn't given Shema any time to recover and she gagged again, her stomach immediately threatening to severely embarrass her. Panicking, Shema dug her claws into the soft area of Jesse's hips and pushed away from him. The sudden pain shooting from his sides caused Jesse to yelp and reflexively hop backwards and his cock slid out of Shema's mouth, trailed by a large amount of saliva.
Looking down guiltily, he watched as the stricken Katta coughed wetly and retched as she tried to clear her throat. With a slight cough, he opened his mouth to apologize, but Shema, without looking up, raised one finger at him and he obediently waited while she recovered. Raising her head to glare up at him, she stuck her (now) very wet tongue out at him and grabbed his dick. He had been only thirty seconds or so from coming and he was still rock-hard and throbbing with expectant release and Shema ran one of her hands along it effortlessly, already slick with her spit.
Continuing to jerk him off, she swished something around in her mouth and spit a sticky glob of mucus on to his shaft, spreading it along the length of his cock with her hand. Giving him a dirty look, Shema hissed at him, "That's what you gave me, so I gave it back to you". She sounded slightly hoarse and Jesse felt a pang of shame over how he had treated her. This didn't last long though and was temporarily forgotten as Shema used her other hand to rub the head of his cock, balancing on her knees as she did so. She didn't say anything to him and on some universal male-to-female communication frequency; he knew she was pissed off.
This, for some reason, didn't stop her from bringing him to his climax and he reflexively leaned forward and grabbed the stove behind her as a sudden tightness rushed into his cock. Shema apparently felt this, as the stroking of her hands increased their tempo and he groaned as he came, spurt and spurt of cum squirting forth. Having kept hold on to the edge of the stove, he was slightly bent over her and couldn't see her, but he felt as if he ejaculated enough to cover her whole face. As the rush died down, he realized he was breathing heavily and he pushed away from the stove into a standing position and apprehensively looked downwards.
Shema sat very still as Jesse looked down at her, his cock already relaxing into flaccidity in her hands. Contrary to what Jesse was thinking right at that moment, she wasn't angry at him for the facial she had unexpectedly gotten. She was, however, very still due to the splatter of semen that had nearly caught her in the left eye. Luckily, she had flinched and he wound up plastering her eyelid instead. Her facial fur prevented a lot of splatter though and most of his cum wound up sticking to her fur in gooey, dangling tendrils. Some of it had gone near her nose and she huffed, blowing tiny droplets of semen out from the front of her nostrils and onto Jesse. Her nose was still full of the heavy, musky scent of Male and she was surprised to feel a twinge between her legs, which she ignored. Releasing both hands from him, she delicately leaned forward and maneuvered his drippy softness into her mouth, sucking and slurping every last drop out of him as he winched and twitched.
Having done that, she looked up at him, satisfied at his unsure expression. Holding one finger up at him as she did before, she carefully scooped her cum off her eyelid and slid the slimy finger into her mouth, swallowing around it. By pure chance, very little of his ejaculate actually squirted into her mouth, but she was in no rush and silently stared at him with both eyes, cleaning herself of every little bit he had squirted on to her face, noisily sucking on her finger each time.
Visibly clean, she stood up in front of Jesse, who seemed to have lost the power of speech. Shema leaned forward on her the tips of her toes and gave him a nip on his cheek. Leaning against him, she wrapped her arms around him, but it wasn't a hug so much as a thing to do with her arms while she caught her breath. Resting her chin on his collarbone, she flicked her tongue at his ear a few times.
"Thanks for the good time stud", she whispered huskily, "Maybe you can come back in a few weeks and we can have some more fun, yes?"
She drew away from him and he stared into her eyes, trying to find words, wondering if he should tell her what her husband had told his friends to do...but he couldn't. Looking into her eyes, he felt as though he hadn't looked at her before and he realized that the immaturity that had become Shema's trademark amongst her husband's friends was gone and a very brief chill went down his spine as he remembered something her husband had said, something about a wild animal still being wild while it sat up for treats...or something like that. He didn't know what that meant then and he still didn't, but something in those eyes told him that he had stumbled into something that was genuinely alien and way out of his league.
But despite what it felt like, it had only been a moment and the feeling dissolved as Shema grinned and held up a hand in his face, the keychain of his MP3 player dangling from one extended claw. He laughed and made a grab for it, but Shema danced a few steps away and stuck her tongue out at him (apparently a favorite thing of hers to do).
"No, you come back to Shema in a few weeks after the blood has left me and you will earn this back. Now tuck yourself back in and shoo! Shoo!"
Having declared this, she took him by the shoulders and spun him around, marching him to the door as he hurriedly tried to tuck himself back into his pants without falling down. Pushing him out the front door, she leaned against the door jamb as he finished his urgent ministrations he turned around, indignant. But she smiled at him and made a shooing motion towards his truck, dangling the prize MP3 player with her other hand.
As the indignity smoothed into amusement, he grinned and gave her an elaborate bow, correctly saying nothing as he turned around and climbed into the truck. Shema remained in the doorway, naked and happy, until the truck turned on to the main street at the end of the property. She closed the front door and put a little self-satisfied swagger into her walk, intending on seeing what happened to the cookies. She glanced at the clock on the stove. Two hours had passed and she frowned as a dark cloud of smoke puffed out of the stove as she opened it.
So much for the cookies.
***
Lost in thought, Jesse drove home slowly, replaying the events of the morning in his mind, constantly nagged by the feeling that he was missing something. It wasn't until he was halfway home that he realized Shema hadn't let him have a fling, she had let him start an affair. Knowing what was in store for her, he drove on, consumed by guilt and shame.