Dorm Heat
I could smell it when I woke up this morning. The girls are just down the hall, after all. And the bathroom in the middle is shared, too. My cock was hard before I was even conscious enough to notice it, and my fingers stroked lazily as I drifted nearer to awake. Every guy in the dorm was bound to notice eventually - it would get into the air vents, and by the end of the week it'd be soaking into the carpets. After all, when one girl went into heat, the rest were sure to follow.
It was kind of inevitable; their bodies would start to respond to that same musky scent that gave me such a hardon, one at a time. First the most sensitive ones, and then a giant wave of them as it got to be too much to resist.
Unless, of course, some lucky fellow managed to distract that heat before the rest of the girls had a chance to respond. A fine thought for jerking myself off, but that was all it was.
I wondered who it was, in the lazy moments in bed when I'd become more or less awake but the alarm hadn't rung yet. Perhaps that one vixen, with her plush fur... or the slender rabbit gymnast who I'd seen in the halls but hadn't caught a name for. I imagined them each in turn, as I stroked along my cock, squeezing near the base and rubbing my fingers along the length to the head. The alarm started to ring just as my toes began to curl, and I pounded the snooze for just long enough to bring myself to a shuddering, lip-biting climax.
I lay there a moment, afterward, panting. Then I forced myself up, and turned the alarm off before it could ring again and annoy my roommate. I had class earlier than him by several hours... not that it stopped me from staying out just as late as he did, some nights. Today, though, I was pretty well rested, and I snagged the little shower caddy my mother had insisted I needed and headed for the showers.
They were shared for the entire floor, but that didn't much matter at this time of the morning. Everyone who could got late classes, and wasn't even awake this time of day. Usually, they were empty. That's part of why I never bothered with a bathrobe or putting on clothes - I just wore my towel, wrapped around my middle. Less to carry, that way.
Today, though, they weren't empty. Guess someone else had an early class. One of the shower stalls was occupied, a pair of tawny-furred legs in a cloud of steam. I set my supplies down on the counter, looking in the mirror across from the showers. Good morning, William. Time to get yourself ready for class. I pulled out a brush, starting to comb my fur - if I didn't get it untangled before showering, it never would behave afterward.
There was still the smell of heat, lingering in the air faintly - and then there was a moan, over the sound of the shower, and that smell suddenly grew strong. My eyes caught it in the mirror - a stream of gold amidst the hot water, splashing brightly to the tiles of the shower. The scent was carried up by the steam, filling the air. Heat, pure and simple, that musk that made my nose twitch, made my cock start to stir despite how recently I'd come.
I just couldn't help myself. What guy could, with a smell like that tantalizing him? I left my brush on the counter and went over to the shower stall. I just meant to get a better sniff of it, maybe listen a little to what the girl inside was doing - but when I put my hand against the door, it swung open. And there she was. A beautiful puma, with tawny fur and just enough padding to look wonderfully soft. She had her hand down between her legs, spreading her swollen folds - and she certainly wasn't just washing them, to judge from her half-closed eyes and the tense expression on her face. Those eyes flew open wide, looking at me, and her fingers stopped.
"Oh, don't stop, don't... I just... you were... You're beautiful." I was rambling. I couldn't help myself, any more than I could step away from her. She blushed; I could see it faintly in her cheeks, in her thin-furred ears. She started to move her hand - to take it away from her slit where I'd caught it, and then, blushing, back down there to try and cover herself. Oh, please don't hide it away. I could still see her juices, glistening on her fingers, and the flashes of pink around that concealing hand, but I wanted to see so much more of it. And that was even ignoring the warm curves of her, the big round breasts and the sweet features. Not that I could have ignored those even I'd wanted to, taking it all in. I barely even noticed that my cock was fully hard again - it seemed like my entire body was hard, all swollen up to a fever pitch of wanting.
I reached for my towel, without thinking, and twitched it away - and her gaze flicked down at the motion. Down to my crotch. To my cock, standing erect. She blushed brighter, and her hand stopped trying to conceal herself in order to reach over towards me. She wanted me, I wanted her - so I stepped closer. Her fingers brushed over my eager length, and I shuddered. It wasn't a skilled touch, or an experienced one - but it was from her, and right then, there was nothing more wonderful. I leaned in, reaching out and cupping one of her breasts in my hand, giving it a squeeze. Suddenly we were kissing - I don't know if she started it, or I did, or if it was simply a simultaneous decision, but our lips were pressed together in eager need, parting to let our tongues twine and explore with each other as we moaned into that sharing.
My shaft was grinding against the soft fur of her belly, and I reached down to stroke over her folds - my fingers rubbing in at them, hotter than the water that was steaming up around us. As I rubbed there, she started to shudder, and I could feel her body tensing against mine and then relaxing in a wave of pleasure that made her gasp out. I felt her hot against my fingers, and a wetness that wasn't water. The acrid, musky smell told me what - her bladder, releasing in the wake of that pleasure, marking my fingers and splashing down along my legs and hers on the way to the drain. I think I moaned too, in echo of her pleasure as the scent filled my nose, and I pressed my lips to hers hungrily - and she pressed hers back to mine, shuddering as she did.
I drew my fingers out from her folds, and turned her around to press her up against the wall of the shower. She seemed just a little dazed by her heat, but definitely willing - she leaned forward, her rump pressed back and her tail lifted, and then she gave her butt a little wiggle. That was more invitation than I needed, and I drove forward against her, my cock sliding in along her swollen folds and straight into the dripping wetness of her tunnel with one eager thrust that sank me more than halfway in.
She was tight - oh, she was tight, tighter than I'd imagined, and so very hot and wet around me. Just being in her was better than coming from my paw, and that was just the beginning. Her entire body shook, and she moaned something that I could barely make out - hardly any of it, except for one word. "More."
So I gave her more, thrusting in again, until I was as deep inside her hot cunt as I could go, then drawing back simply in order to thrust in again. She shuddered with each time I buried myself in her, those tight inner walls rippling around my shaft and squeezing down eagerly. I was no less eager, spurred on by the scent of heat, by the glorious feel of her around me. I tugged back, thrust in again, and my hands slipped up to cup her breasts, to protect them from the cold tile of the wall I drove her against.
I could feel her pleasure, building up quickly with the eagerness of heat and reaching her peak before I was even close - though I caught up real quick then, with the feel of that slippery tunnel squeezing down around me so hard I felt like it was going to crush me, rippling all around my length like she wanted to milk me, to get out everything she could from me - and that's just what she did.
I didn't even stop to think about it, then - if I had, maybe I would have tried to pull out, but I'm not sure I could have made myself do it. She just felt so good, hot and wet and shuddering against my body as I leaned in over her back and buried my head against the back of her neck, in the short wet tangle of her hair. Her breasts jiggled with every one of her quivers, and her inner walls were massaging my cock as it throbbed, and if I had known her name I would have cried it out as my cock twitched with hot pulses of seed, thick and sticky as they burst up into her passage. They knew the way, though this was their first time to be aimed straight and true up inside a lovely girl, shooting towards the womb that was open with her heat and accepting of them.
She didn't take any of those pills they make to suppress that part of heat, I found out later - had just never seen the need of them, before, and it was far too late for them now. Her heat was just at the beginning, when the changes of body and mind brought by those hormones is strongest, and when the fertile swimmers of my seed swimming up inside her could most easily find their mark.
I lay against her, panting, in the wake of my orgasm and hers, shuddering as the hot water of the shower poured over us both - though it couldn't clear out what I'd just done inside her, the seed I'd spent there.
The smell of heat would fade quickly from the dorm, this time.