A Moment of Impulse - Chapter 3
A Moment of Impulse
_ Chapter 3 _
Shema frowned and massaged her abdomen as she stepped out of the shower. The ache was subsiding, but still throbbed insistently in her lower belly. Steve had visited her four days ago, fortunate timing, as her three-month fertile period started to end a few hours after he had left. The days after that had been painful, as expected, but it had also been her second completed cycle away from her people and the dull pain was a good match for the loneliness and disappointment.
"Shema, stop being such a stupid kitten!" she reprimanded herself. It wasn't in Shema's nature to remain depressed for very long and she shook her head. The recent memories of being naughty with Jesse and Steve made her smile and she stretched experimentally as she dried herself off. The pain shooting up from her belly nixed the possibility of more fun, for now, and she sang as she brushed her fur, raising her spirits with the song and with the thought of being able to have some real fun with the males. There were more than just Steve and Jesse though and she wondered if she'd be seeing the others. Of the group that usually visited her husband, two were very large males and she as a Katta came smaller than an average-sized human male as it was. This had never really occurred to her before, but she realized she was sizing them up as potential mates before she had even met them.
In fact, she hadn't yet seen them very well either. From the beginning she had tried to keep her distance from her husband's friends, not making eye contact and skittering around the outskirt of the room if she had to pass by them. She occasionally caught snippets of conversation as they watched television or played cards and she knew she was sometimes the subject of the talking. Her husband seemed to have a sixth sense for knowing when she was trying to be sneaky though and usually chased her off after a few seconds.
Now that her husband was gone, it appeared they wanted to mate...but that wasn't the right word, was it? Mating implied something more than what they wanted from her. Fucking, she admitted with a small sigh as she gazed at the naked Katta in the bathroom mirror. They just wanted to fuck her and she wanted to find a new mate to replace her dismissive husband.
The realization startled her. She always told herself that she loved her husband and wanted to work things out with him, but the thought had just bubbled to the surface. Frowning, she finished brushing her fur dry and padded out of the bathroom and into the bedroom's walk-in closet. She didn't know if she'd be seeing any males today, but if so, they were going home disappointed. She was at the end of her cycle, she was grumpy, lonely, and frustrated, and she did not have the patience to deal with anyone today, no matter which one it was. Not dressing to impress, she threw on a pair of baggy shorts and a tshirt, her decision to forego underwear stemming from a desire for comfort, not seduction.
Shema rolled her earlier thoughts around in her head as she absentmindedly made herself French toast. She couldn't pinpoint when her feelings had changed, but she admitted to herself that the thought of mating with her husband's friends was very exciting. To just to feel a male clutching her body and pushing into her again, to feel wanted and attractive and sexual again, was becoming worth the chance of humiliation and divorce. The males wanted her, she knew they talked about her, her husband apparently didn't...it seemed simple.
But something about the whole thing set off a tiny warning at the back of her mind. The matron Katta who raised Shema and her sisters had always said if the hunt was going better than expected, it was because you were about to step into a hole. It was a clumsy analogy, but it had worked. Either way, she wasn't too far into this that she couldn't back out if she wanted to. The problem was, she really didn't. She'd have to be more cautious in the future. Sucking off her husband's friends in the kitchen was certainly not a smart idea.
Dropping the French toast on to a plate, she reviewed what she knew: Her husband was away for at least two months, his friends wanted to fuck her, and she was lonely and horny and wanting a better mate. But if she was going to look for a better mate, she would need to become a better mate as well. Her experience with her husband was limited to getting on all fours, laying her head on a pillow and raising her rear in the air. He'd pound her until he was satisfied, but rarely would she even approach satisfaction being mated like that. The things she had done with Jesse and Steve she learned about on the Internet. The prevalence of the online mating videos was a great discovery for Shema and she had taken to sneaking in self-mating sessions on her husband's computer while he was preoccupied elsewhere on the farm. She had tried early on to arrange for him to walk in on her while she was occupying herself, but he never answered her summons anyway, either dismissing her request or ambling in well after she had called him, by which point she was done anyway. He wound up changing the password on his system and she was so frustrated with his indifference that she felt she would just burst into tears.
But Jesse and Steve, by being two very poor friends to her husband, showed her that she was attractive and desirable. If it wound up being that they were the only two to want her, that was fine. One was fine. As she thought about her two males, a very naughty thought crossed her mind and she grinned, feeling a rush of excitement and hormones, despite the pain in her belly. Scarfing down the last piece of breakfast, she hurriedly threw the dishes in the sink and ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Brushing vigorously, she felt her teardrop tail swishing madly and giggled, amused at the reaction her body was giving her to her sudden fantasy. Her lonely browsing of the human mating videos on the Internet showed her that they were much more...experimental than Katta, but she never seriously entertained the thought of having two males at the same time. Her fantasies had been fantastic enough just imagining herself with one. Spitting the toothpaste out, she gulped down some water and spat that out as well. Refreshed and clean-tasting, she hurried to her out-of-date computer in the attic.
Her husband had begrudgingly given her his old computer when he replaced it with a far more capable one. He set it up in the attic though, saying that it was easiest to run the cables there. Shema didn't really know much about how the computers worked, but she trudged up two flights of stairs wondering if that was really true. The third "floor" was really just the finished attic, half storage area, half Shema's hideaway. There was no heating or cooling and her computer hadn't worked well during the coldest months of the winter, though it seemed fine dealing with the summer's heat. Her desk was an old-fashioned metal office desk, overly massive and very bland, but the simplicity appealed to her. Wiggling with nervous excitement, she settled her furry rear in the comfy office chair and turned on her computer.
While she waited for it to be ready, she leaned over and opened a shoebox carefully nestled underneath the desk. Giggling, she took each item out of box and laid them on the warm metal of the desk. Her small collection of sexual toys were a gift from another Katta, happily married to her human. The toys had been sent to Shema brand-new and with a small note written in the Katta tongue wishing Shema good luck. She had no idea how the toys were expected to help her with a husband that paid no attention to her though. Of the four toys, two of them were large, rubbery mimicries of human male genitals, neither of which she had ever used, the third one was simply a round tube with a switch at one end, which she had, and the other was a bottle of lubrication, half-full. That had come in handy during the early days of the relationship, when her husband had wanted to mount her constantly, but also painfully, never playing with her first and the one orgasm he gave her she suspected had been accidental. But his ardor mysteriously died out not long after and the bottle had joined the ranks of the dead, oversized rubber cocks.
She had wondered why the kind Katta had sent her two of those, but she thought she knew now. If the Katta also had two males and one of them was the Katta's husband, then that should be okay...but no, the duplicate was likely just for convenience and hygiene.
Sliding her boxers off, she flung them against the wall and stretched her legs, spreading them as wide as she could before laying them on the desk, her feet on either side of the computer. Had there been a webcam, it would have had a great shot of her naked crotch, but that was out of the question, courtesy of her husband.
Grinning with anticipation, she brought up the interface and selected a site she knew had a lot of videos on it. Normally she would pick something noisy and masturbate with her eyes closed. Today, she wanted to do something a little naughtier first. Feeling silly, she picked one of the fake human cocks, closed her eyes and pressed the tip of it to her mouth.
"Oh Jesse!" she exclaimed, "Not while my husband is in the next room!" She let her imagination take over, picturing herself downstairs in front of her husband's computer while Jesse slid the swollen head of his cock along her lips, which she mimicked with the toy, rubbing it along her mouth and pressing it against her teeth. He'd do this to her, even with her husband in the next room, knowing she wanted her husband to walk in and see her with his dick in her mouth, half spite and half proof to her ignorant mate that she was a desirable, sexual creature.
Still teasing herself, she gently tapped the head of the toy against her face and rubbed it against her cheeks and nose. Naturally he'd play with her first, stroking himself as he brushed his cock along the soft fur of her cheeks, filling her nose with his scent when he paused in front of her face. But she'd use her eyes to beg him to stuff her mouth full of his cock and he wouldn't be able to resist her, pushing the head of his dick past her semi-closed lips and into her mouth. With a glance towards the open door to the room where her husband was sitting, she'd start bobbing her head, silently urging him to meet her movements with his own.
"Mmrowr...." Shema paused her imagination and shifted a bit, snaking a hand between her legs, patting and rubbing her clit as she slid the toy dick in and out of her mouth. She recalled how she felt when he had finally gotten his manhood free of his pants, throbbing in her face, his scent going straight to her head. Excited, nervous, and yes, a little guilty, but it wasn't as if they had actually mated. A little fun was okay.
And a little fun they'd be having together, quietly, brazenly, as her husband watched television in the next room. Jesse would pull out of her hot mouth occasionally to rub himself on her nose or mouth and she'd stick her tongue out so he could slap his dick against it. With her expert ministrations and the naughtiness of the act, he'd arrive at his orgasm quickly, grabbing her head and thrusting hard into her mouth. Surprised, she'd gag loudly and pull her head back, glancing alarmingly at the doorway to the adjacent room. But her husband wouldn't have heard them or maybe he was pretending not to...either way, she'd open her mouth and begin jerking him off, the head bouncing between her tongue and teeth. A little frightened about leaving "evidence", she'd sink her mouth along his shaft and to his balls just when he was about to cum, letting him splash against the back of her throat. Tilting her head back, she would watch with amusement as he groaned and pulled out, causing her to retch slightly.
She'd be too preoccupied with swallowing all of him that she wouldn't notice the footsteps drawing closer and she'd be very surprised to see Steve walk in the room. She would giggle as Jesse hurriedly pulled up his pants and walked out, watching Steve expectantly as he sat on the single recliner in the corner of the room.
Back in the real world, Shema continued to rub her clit and stopped sliding the wet fake cock in and out of her mouth. Holding it by the base, the toy wobbled before her closed eyes and she remembered the thrill when Jesse's cock slid into her mouth for the first time. Trying to ignore the fake cock's plastic, chemical reek, she dragged her nose and tongue all over it, she'd show Steve a good time too...
Steve would grin and unzip his pants, pulling his throbbing cock out wiggling it at her lewdly. "Get over here and keep your mouth open..." he would beckon. She'd glance nervously at the open door, but it still seemed her husband hadn't noticed anything. Dropping to her hands and knees, she'd meow at Steve, a low, throaty, and hopefully seductive sound, leaving her mouth open and her tongue out. He'd respond with a smirk and another wiggle, daring her to take charge. With what she hoped was a predatory gleam in her eyes, Shema would slowly crawl towards him, her heavy, furry boobs swaying with the movement.
Crawling between his legs, she'd nuzzle his balls with her nose, letting the silky flesh slide over her sandpaper tongue as she panted and drooled on him. Catching some of her spit on the tip of her tongue, she'd stare into his eyes as she scraped her tongue over the shaft, coating his dick with her saliva. She would repeat this several times, enjoying his gasps every time she rounded the tip. Eager to both be finished before her husband caught her and to be caught, she'd waste no time once his dick was sufficiently slick, bobbing up and down around the head of his cock while she twisted her hands around the shaft, intent on jerking him off into her mouth. He'd tell how great she felt, but she would shake her head and point to her mouth, nervously gesturing towards the doorway. Nodding, he'd close his eyes and relax, letting her take charge for a bit as she enthusiastically sucked her second cock within the past ten minutes.
Lost in her fantasy, Shema's moans were muffled by the eight inches of silicone she had resumed sliding in and out of her mouth. Goddess, the way she felt right now, if she became nothing more than a mouth for her husband's friends to slide their cocks into, she'd be satisfied. Blushing, she wondered where that thought had come from.
"Damn Shema, you suck a great cock!" Steve would exclaim loudly as she gurgled and slurped around his hardness. Alarmed, Shema quickly withdrew from his crotch and bared her teeth at him. "Are you crazy? My husband will hear!" she would hiss. "Be quiet or I will leave!". But the threat was only for show; the increased risk of being caught would turn her on and her body would respond predictably. Glaring at him with mock anger, she'd lean back down to resume their fun, but Steve would have other ideas.
"How about you get up here on your hands and knees and let me suck on that tasty pussy of yours?" he'd whisper, leaning over to give one of her ears a quick nip. Pleasantly surprised by the accommodation, she would nod happily and climb on to the couch, spinning around to present her puffy, swollen pussy and ample ass. Steve would waste no time, getting on his hands and knees behind her and pressing his face to her blood-engorged genitals, salaciously sliding his thick human tongue all over her.
"Ooooo...." Shema would whisper. "Someone is really-ah!-naughty this morning! Just be gentle or my husband will-mmph!-hear me..." The sentence trailed out into a heavy release of breath as Steve spread her ass apart and rapidly dragged his tongue between her pussy lips, teasing her with probing pokes of his tongue against her wetness.
"Mmm...feels good" Shema would murmur, wiggling her rear end in Steve's face. "We should stop...what if my husband walks in...?" Sighing in pleasure, Shema would wiggle her rear end against Steve's face and enjoyed the feeling of his thick, wet tongue lapping up her juices, imagining what it would feel like to take his cock inside her.
Shema pulled the wet, dripping toy out of her mouth, wincing at the foul rubbery taste it left behind. The computer was humming patiently on the desk and she had managed to kick the computer's mouse to a destination so far unknown. Her tummy was nervous with excitement and her pussy was very wet; she hadn't expected her little fantasy to have this kind of reaction. Almost sick with anticipation, Shema spat on the spit-slick toy and held it in the palm of her hand, pressing it against her slit.
Working the toy slowly into her pussy, Shema threw her head back and moaned. "Oh Steve, be gentle or my husband will hear us!" Amused at herself for being so silly, she slid the toy into her pussy with a gasp. It was so long since she had last been mated with and she hungrily twisted the toy inside of her, sliding it in and out as she released her mind back to her fantasy.
Unable to hold himself back any longer. Steve would stop licking her and straighten up behind her, sliding his dick between her buttocks. Looking back at him with alarm, Shema would shake her head mouth her refusal at what she guessed he had in mind. Smirking at her as she stared at him, he would slide his middle finger inside his own mouth, sucking on it nosily before sliding it effortlessly into her quivering snatch.
"Doesn't look like your body is saying no you sexy little Katta...", Steve would challenge her mockingly. Blushing, she would bury her face into the side of the couch, twitching and gasping as his finger-fucking brought her needs increasingly close to the surface. With her the top of her head against the couch she could look down her body upside-down, watching Steve slowly stroke his massive hard-on as he toyed with her.
He was very skilled with his fingers and unable to ignore her increasing desire, Shema would raise her head towards him, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. "I-I-If you promise to do it q-quietly..." she would stammer, her embarrassment and nervousness causing the rest of her statement to trail off into silent anxiety.
Steve wouldn't say anything, but he would pull his finger out of her pussy and suck on it for a few moments, enjoying the taste of the excited Katta female. Eager to finally get to fuck her, he would get on his knees behind her, laying his hands on her rump while he used his waist to press the head of his swollen dick against her slit. Her desire allowed him to easily penetrate her hot wetness and she purred, feeling him pleasurably filling her insides. Firmly pushing all the way into her, Steve would groan and slowly pull out before sliding back into her again, reveling in the sensation of her velvety flesh enveloping his hardness. He would do this a few times, teasing her and bringing himself nearly to his peak.
"Oooh...you feel wonderful..." Shema would coo, digging her claws into the couch's armrest as his dick slid into her again. "You can be a little rougher with me, he won't hear us if you're careful..." She had been trying to drop hints to her husband that other males were interested in her, but he hadn't responded and now she was mating with one of his friends in his own house. Served him right.
Encouraged, Steve would grab her ass with both hands and speed up, the frantic contact of their bodies together muffled to a soft *paf* by her furry rear end. He would fuck her as hard as they could get away with, with no thought other than to fill the hot, sexy creature he was fucking full of his cum. But his eagerness would bring him closer to finishing than he was ready for and he'd pull out of her and rest against her back, his wet dick throbbing against her ass.
Twitching in her chair, Shema's moans and exclamations of pleasure would have alarmed everyone else in the house, had someone been home. The combination of the plausible fantasy and the physical sensation of the toy sliding into her was getting her off a lot quicker than she had expected. Suddenly curious and uninhibited, Shema sucked on one of her fingers and pushed her hips up. While her neck was now at a uncomfortable angle against the back of the chair, she could drive the toy directly down into herself, as well as other things. Excited and still keeping her eyes closed, she delicately teased herself with the finger she had been sucking on, brushing it against her tailhole. While her fantasy's counterpart may have had sexual experience with her tail, she in reality had none and she felt giddy and nervous as she traced her wet finger around her tail. Holding her breath, she pushed her finger into her tailhole, feeling herself clench around it. Slowly exhaling, she experimentally wiggled her finger around. It didn't feel too bad and felt ticklish when she pressed upwards as she slid the toy back into her pussy. Giggling, she settled back into her fantasy, gently fingering her ass, feeling satisfied with her little experiment.
With an inquisitive, cute noise, Shema would turn her head, their faces inches apart. She would barely glance at the doorway, her attention focused on the male laying on her back. "Yeessss...?" she'd purr, hoping that he'd get back inside of her. "You were doing so well, why did you stop?"
"He ever take you in the ass?" he would grin, tracing a finger along the inside of her cheeks. He knew that the answer was, in fact, yes, but he also knew that she would deny it and forbid him from trying.
Blushing, she would shake her head at him, thinking he wanted to tail-mate her. He knew anything in her tail was painful and unpleasant for her. She'd squirm as he teasingly brought his finger closer to her asshole, pressing lightly against the sensitive area between her pussy and ass . "Get off me and let's continue having fun!" she'd whisper. Relieved, Shema would climb off the couch on her hands and knees, slowly ambling halfway to the doorway. Stopping, she'd look back at Steve sitting on the couch, stroking himself again as he watched her. Sticking her tongue out, she'd bounce her bountiful rump up and down, her ass jiggling enticingly. "You want to finish inside me?" she'd whisper with a grin, "Or maybe jerk off on to my ass? Hmmmm?"
Smirking in response and stroking himself faster, he'd heave himself off of the couch and straddle her, leaning forwards and grabbing her shoulders to steady himself as he squatted over her raised rear, guiding his cock back into her pussy. "Oh fuck..." he breathed, painfully pushing into her sticky, drying cunt with some difficulty. His entry was starting to get painful for her, but the increased sense of friction was increasing the sensation for Steve and he ignored her low growl of discomfort as he started pounding her again.
Though it was her own fault, she was nervous about being even closer to the doorway. Shema would hiss and try to balance on one hand as she reached behind her to push him away. "Not s-s-so hard!" she'd complain, slapping at him ineffectually, "You said you'd do it quiet-oh! Quietly!" She only would manage to balance on one hand for a few moments before the jostling from behind would knock her to the ground. With her head and shoulders now resting on the floor, Steve would readjust his stance, squatting completely over her and thrusting even deeper than before. For her part, Shema would adjust her shoulders to get slightly more comfortable and reach between her legs to touch herself and to slide her fingers along Steve's shaft as he took her from behind.
Between Steve's thick cock and her own fingers, Shema would not be able to hold back her moans of pleasure any longer. "Oh Steve!" she'd growl as he pumped his dick in and out of her with lewd, wet squelches, "You're so good at fucking me, I'm gonna come if you keep going!"
Steve would only grunt in response, quickening his pace to get both of them off together and Shema would groan in delight, digging the fingers of her free hand into the carpet as she felt her orgasm approaching. Concentrating on the pleasure building up within her, she would let Steve fuck her as hard as he wanted to while she rubbed her clit. Their moans and the sound of their bodies desperately heaving against one another would make it very obvious to anyone in the house what they were doing, but neither would care any longer.
"Oh fuck!" Steve would gasp, as the heat and grip of the young Katta's pussy became too much. The increasingly frantic tempo of their illicit joining would get them both there and Steve would collapse on her back and push himself as deep into her as he could, the two of them groaning in feral pleasure as his thick strands of ejaculate splashed against her cervix, the rapid contractions of her orgasm heightening the sensation for the both of them.
Reluctantly pulling out, he would-
"Oh!" Shema screamed involuntarily as she suddenly, actually orgasmed, the pleasure shooting like lightning through her body, the fantasy ruined.
"Hnnnnghh!" she groaned, throwing her head back and biting her lip. The fake toy cock she was thrusting into her pussy was far larger than she was used to and the pain of the contractions felt wonderfully good under the circumstances. Feeling another, smaller orgasm approaching, Shema yanked the toy out and squeezed her clit.
"Oh yes!" she howled in pleasurable agony, "Yes! Goddess, I'm so horny, I want their dicks in me so badly! It's been so loooong!" The self-confession turned the smaller orgasm into a much larger one and she gasped as she felt the second set of contractions squirt her thick vaginal fluid on to the computer.
It was always over too quickly, but this had been the best self-mating session she ever had. Tired, but happy, she surveyed the scene, wiping viscous dollops of her cum from the keyboard, feeling more of it dripping out of her pussy into the crack of her ass. Smiling, she shut off the compute and threw all the toys back into the box, intent on cleaning them later. A little wobbly, she eased her legs off the desk and back on to the floor, wincing as her crotch reprimanded her for using too large of a toy.
Carefully making her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, she collapsed nakedly into a chair with a huff. She knew she should feel nervous or guilty about what she was about to do, but masturbating always made her feel so relaxed...
Inexpertly she dialed a phone number and awkwardly tried to hold it near her ears. He picked up and she smiled, not feeling nervous at all.
"Hello, Jesse?", she purred into the phone, "How would you like to come visit me tomorrow?"