Chapter 4: The Shower

The next day, I slowly awoke. My waking was not influenced by my surroundings, but rather by the completion of an utterly restful sleep. I can't recall the last time I had felt so rested and driven to wake. I remained in bed for a few moments, stretching, and taking in my surroundings. I quickly became aware that my soreness had spread in the night to now include my fingers and lower back. I squinted till my eyes adjusted to the sun's full force shining through the window, the curtains pushed to the sides because I had forgotten to close them last night.

The farm was alive with sound; crowing roosters, bleating goats, and the clomping of Mama Goat and Annabel's hooves as they moved about and completed their morning routine. As I exerted my final stretching down to my legs, I found that my hamstrings and tendons were still very tight. I figured to do a full stretching routine to get loose and ease some of the tightness and soreness once I mustered the will to get out of the comfortable confines of the soft bed.

Suddenly, the screen door slammed shut and the house went quiet as Annabel and Mama Goat made their way outside. I thought about how great a shower would feel and that I could definitely use one. I stumbled out of bed and gathered up yesterday's clothes that were strewn about the room. My pants and boxers still laid on the floor in front of the bed where Annabel had removed them last night. I smiled at the memory as I quickly got dressed, minus socks, and left the bedroom sipping water from one of my bottles as I searched for a clean towel and washcloth.

As I started down the hallway, I caught a whiff of what smelled like baked oatmeal. With my stomach growling I searched for the source as a possible solution to my hunger. Upon entering the kitchen, I noticed a couple batches of what looked to be oatmeal cookies sitting on the counter to cool. I picked one up and took a bight. Oatmeal cookies is exactly what they were and although I wasn't normally a big fan of them but these were quite good. I quickly finished the first and grabbed a second. They were very moist and soft and still slightly warm from their recent trip to the oven. As I finished the second cookie, I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and made my way back to the hallway.

As I began to my way to the linen closet, the screen door opened behind me and Annabel walked inside. I turned to see her holding a metal bucket full of milk and her dress covered in mud. "Mornin, Aaron! She said with a smile."

I returned the smile. "Good morning Annabel."

"I hope you weren't wondering where we had gone. We've just been doing chores all morning."

"I wasn't wonderin, I really haven't been up that long. What time is it?"

"You just woke up? Wow! Well, I don't know what time it is but from the sun, I'd have to say it's gettin close to noon. Sunrise and sunset are really the only times we really keep track of around here." I followed Annabel into the kitchen while taking a couple bites of my apple. I watched her pull out some glass containers from the cabinet and began carefully pouring the milk into them.

"Holy crap! I must have gotten more than fourteen hours of sleep. I've never slept that long before." I said as I stretched, trying to work out some of the soreness.

Annabel glanced over and gave me a curious look. "What are ya doin?" she asked.

"Oh, I just got some soreness I'm tryin to stretch out."

Annabel's goat ears visibly perked up. "Oh really, where?

"Well my fingers, lower back, and hamies."

She stopped pouring milk in the midst of filling one of the containers and suddenly shifted to a solemn tone of voice. "Hamies? What's that?" she asked as she held the bucket and stared at the partially filled container of milk.

"Oh, uh, hamstrings. You know, the tendons that run up the back of your...or uhh my legs." I responded, unsure of whether her goat legs had the same structure as my own.

A half-hearted smile came across her face. She suddenly looked guilty for some reason.

"Annabel, what's the matter?"

She put on a pretend smile and resumed pouring the milk. "Nothing. It's nothing."

I've heard that phrase uttered by many women in my life, and it never meant that there was nothing wrong. I walked up behind Annabel and caressingly placed my hands on her hips. I tilted my head to the right to afford a view of the right side of her face. "Annabel, come on, tell me what's the matter?"

I couldn't say for sure, but it looked like she was bighting her lip, holding back, like she was on the verge of telling me something but couldn't. She put the bucket down and turned around and faced me. She placed her hands on my arms, which were still caressing her. Her eyes were teary, but had yet to succumb to gravity's pull to bring them down her face.

"Annabel, what?" I asked softly.

She brought her right hand up and caressed the left side of my face. "There's somethin I want to talk about, but...later OK?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Annabel put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

I paused quickly. "What about Mama Goat?" I asked in a concerned and quieted voice.

A seductive smile came across her face. "Weeeellllll, she gone for the day and Pa is out farming all day, so it's just the two of us." she responded seductively as she pulled me back in. The moment our lips met, we began a slow passionate kiss that quickly developed into a hungry frenzy of french kissing. As our tongues slid past each other's, I slid my hands back around to her ass and groped it as I pulled her into me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and her udder pressed against my abdomen. I could feel my cock begin to stir as blood rushed into it. I could feel her tail twitch in excitement underneath her skirt. The arduous efforts of her morning chores were evident by the smell of dried sweat on her face and faint taste of earth on her lips. I lavished her scent with every breath through my nostrils.

Annabel reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled back a little and smiled. "Not here." she said reluctantly. We gazed wantingly into each other's eyes for a moment before she moved out of my caress and began putting the milk into the fridge. I assisted by grabbing a couple myself.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Annabel asked as she closed the fridge door and then turned around and leaned up against it.

"Well I actually was going to take a shower first. I was looking for a towel and washcloth when you came in."

"Well then, let's see if we can't find ya some." Annabel replied as she pushed herself off the fridge and headed out of the kitchen. I quickly took a few more bites of my apple and finished the last gulp of water before tossing them into the trash. I followed closely behind her, my eyes wandering up and down her form, admiring her shape. I could see her tail wagging underneath the back of her skirt, a sight I still had not become accustomed to. Annabel arrived at a closet in the hallway and opened the door. She grabbed two sets of towels and a washcloth.

"You know, I need to wash up myself." she said closing the closet door.

Annabel turned and smiled at me as she took my hand in her own and guided me to the bathroom. I knew where this was leading and I was liking it.

"Close the door my love, would you?" she asked after we entered the bathroom. "I wanna keep the heat in." She stepped over to me and walked her fingers up my chest. "I love hot showers. You like hot showers too don't you?" she asked in that seductive tone of hers.

"Oh, I love hot showers." I responded as she nuzzled up under my chin, forcing me to tilt my head back as she proceeded to alternate between licking and planting soft kisses to my neck. "God she really knew how to turn a guy on." I thought to myself.

Annabel worked her way up to my left ear and spoke softly. "Well then, I think we should take turns washing each other in a nice hot shower. I want to get a good look at my mate. I haven't seen you fully naked yet and I know you want to see me. Don't you?"

I nodded slowly and spoke a barely audible "Uh huh."

With that, Annabel stepped away and turned on the shower, taking a moment to adjust the temperature so that it was nice and hot. She came back and leaned into me, planting her lips on mine as we began to kiss passionately. Elsewhere, her hands busily began removing my pants and boxers and I followed suit by undoing her skirt and lowering her panties. We stepped out of our clothing without breaking our French connection. It wasn't until Annabel grasped the base of my shirt and lifted up my torso that our lips separated. Once it was above my head, she dropped it onto the floor.

I looked down and worked the buttons on the front of her shirt. As I freed each button up her shirt, it opened a little bit at a time, gradually revealing her udder and then the cleavage of her breasts with the undoing of the last button. I slid my hands up her torso, parting the shirt, past the sides of her breasts, which were still covered by her bra. Annabel angled her arms slightly behind her, and as I slid my hands down the length of her arms, the shirt gradually fell to the floor. I pressed my body against hers as I reached around to undo her bra. We gazed into each other's eyes with smiles of anticipation of the events to follow as my fingers undid the hooks. Her perky breasts dropped only slightly at the release. I slowly slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, pulling the bra down until gravity took over and pulled it to the floor.

Annabel slowly backed away towards the shower, intentionally keeping her front side in plain view. Truthfully, she was scared to death at what my reaction would be. Although we had just had sex the night before, the darkness gave her more courage as she felt her animalistic features were well hidden by the black veil of night.

I looked over her body, taking in her unique beauty. Although I knew what to expect from what could be seen in the darkness and felt through our sensual touching from the night before, it really hit home to see her nude body in the light of day. It almost looked as though she was wearing a costume without seems where her skin met fur. Her fur was brown and white like many of the goats on their farm. It completely covered her arms but stopped at her shoulders and I don't know why, but I loved the patch just above her cleavage.

Her torso was completely free of fur except where it crept up her sides a few inches above her hips. Her c-cup breasts were perky, well-formed, and topped off with rosy pink half dollar sized areolas that surrounded her supple nipples. Annabel had a narrow waist and flat stomach that contained a rather sexy naval that would be worthy of a bathing suit ad if her tan was a little darker. I thought about how a belly button ring would so look hot on her. Her hips flared out nicely to compliment her frame, completing that nearly perfect hourglass figure that men so much admire in a well-shaped woman.

Immediately below her naval, her udder hung downward, resting against the inside of her pelvis just above her crotch. As I observed last night, it kind of looked like her breasts with some darker splotches that were kind of a brownish pink in color. Her udder shook as she moved and her outward hanging teats bounced slightly with each step. Her teats measured about three inches in length and were surrounded by larger areola than her breasts, both colored in the same rosy pink. From this distance, I couldn't make out the small patches of fur that I had encountered with my tongue the night before. With the exception of her udder and the tuft of fur above her breasts, her torso looked completely human.

Directly beneath her udder, the lips of her pussy were clearly visible and I was shocked to see that her pubic bush was gone. "Annabel had shaved her pubes!" I thought to myself. I was caught completely off guard by the gesture. I was starting to think this innocent farm girl was anything but and that she and her friend clearly discuss the sexual nature of outsiders in more finite detail than she led me to believe.

Moving away from her sex, her brown and white fur circled back from behind around her quads to her inner thighs, several inches below her crotch. From there, fur covered the remainder of her legs, which from her knees down seemed to be the only parts of her body that were completely goat, ending in dark brown cloven hooves. The fur above them seemed to be the longest and coarser than anywhere else on her body.

Annabel smiled insecurely. "Like what you see? I'm sure you couldn't see me too well in the dark last night, so...what do you think of the goat girl's body without all the clothes on?" Annabel asked nervously.

I didn't respond immediately as I was fixated on the characteristics of her body. "Oh Annabel, you look amazing."

"Really? Even covered in this beastly fur?"

"Annabel, I like you just the way you are. I especially love your soft fur."

A smile grew on her face, as big as ever. "Well then, won't you join me for a shower?" she asked as she stepped into the tub while giving me the universal come hither gesture with her finger. Without saying a word, I smiled and eagerly moved to the tub and stepped inside. The bottom was lined with rubber mats which were obviously needed to give their hooves purchase on the wet tub. I pulled the curtain closed behind me and then watched as Annabel closed her eyes and rolled her head about her neck allowing the water to completely wet her head.

I looked wantingly down at her body. I watched the water run down her breasts and form a stream that fell from the tips of her nipples. How I wanted to caress them and suckle on her supple nipples. As her arms moved up over her head, I redirected my eyes back upwards to watch Annabel run her hands through her hair to ensure a thorough soaking. It was interesting to watch Annabel maneuver her hands around her small horns and her goat ears lay downward so water wouldn't get inside. I just stood there and stared at this beautiful creature that I had impossibly fallen in love with. Her hair fully wet, she wiped the water from her eyes and opened them to find me staring at her with a contented smile.

"Hi." she said coyly.

"Hello." I responded.

"Would you like to soak now? Mmmmmm, the hot water feels sooooooo good."

"That would be great my love."

Annabel smiled as she stepped toward me and we carefully exchanged places. I pressed my backside up against the cold wall to give Annabel enough space to maneuver around me without falling out of the tub. She held onto me lightly as she passed while I held her by her hips. Moving to the water, I turned and faced her.

"Oh God, you're right. This feels great." I remarked. "Of course, it could also be the fact that I haven't showered in almost a week."

Annabel just chuckled as she began to shampoo her hair. I wasn't lying; this shower was the best feeling next to the sex we had last night. It's amazing how much the simple pleasures are amplified when they aren't easily attainable for any long period of time. I closed my eyes and let the water run over my face as I tilted my head back. As the water ran over and into my ears, I began to hear what sounded like muffled singing. I quickly righted my head and shook it to extract the water from my ears. The sweet voice of Annabel in the midst of some country love song filled my ears. I wasn't much for country music, but Annabel had a lovely singing voice. I was floored. She sounded a lot like Carrie Underwood when I thought about a couple of her popular country-rock songs that made their way to the Pop station I listened to.

I watched the expression on her face change as she worked her way through the chorus. It was so obvious that she felt the words that flowed from her lips. I just stared in amazement and listened to her lovely voice. Annabel opened her eyes momentarily to see if I was paying attention and when she saw that I was, she smiled and closed her eyes as she continued singing and scrubbing her hair.

The song was about two people with completely different backgrounds, who, despite all odds, find love and face the challenges of trying to live in each other's very different world. Ultimately, a choice has to be made as to which world to live in, requiring a great sacrifice for one in order to remain together. It didn't take long for me to figure out that she and I were going to have to discuss this at some point in the near future. I was sure that her song selection wasn't at all coincidental and it was something that had obviously been on her mind.

Annabel stopped mid chorus. "May I rinse my hair?" she asked with one of those smiles a girl gives a guy when she's dropping a not so subtle hint. Yeah, that song had meaning alright.

"Oh, uh, certainly." I replied.

We exchanged places once again and she began rinsing her hair as she hummed a tune. She turned around, facing the wall as she rinsed her face and that's when I got a real good look at her tail for the first time. It was located at the small of her back, just above her ass. The fur too was brown and white much like the rest that covered her ass and lower back. It twitched and wagged much like the goats' we played with the day before. I reached down and stroked it gently with curiosity. Annabel, still rinsing her hair, turned her head and looked over her left shoulder with a smile.

"Hey, wachya doin back there?" she asked playfully.

"Oh, sorry. I was just curious."

"It's OK, it's attached pretty good, so it's not gonna come off. Go ahead and play with it if you like. I do from time-to-time."

Her witty humor went without response as I was fixated with curiosity. "What's it like?"

Annabel turned around and faced me. "What, havin a tail?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know, it's always been a normal thing for me. It's a pain sometimes. I have to be careful when I sit or lay down. And I can't just wear any kind of clothes like regular girls. Sometimes I wish I didn't have one."

"Does it move on its own, or do you make it move?"

"It's kinda bit of both. A lot of the time is moves based on how I feel, like when I'm happy or excited." Annabel smiled. "It's moved like that a lot the last couple days."

I returned her smile. "Yeah, I think if I had one, it would be moving happily about as well."

"Oh, is that a fact?" We became silent for a moment, the running water the only source of noise in the room. We looked longingly into each other's eyes for a few minutes as we enjoyed the comfortable silence that had found us.

"You gonna wash your hair?" Annabel asked. "It's not like you have a lot."

"Yeah, I've got oily hair and it's been driving me nuts. What kind of shampoo do you have?"

"Nothing for guys in here I'm afraid. You can use mine if you don't mind smelling like me."

Annabel handed me her shampoo and I opened it and took a whiff. A strong aroma of strawberries filled my nostrils. "Strawberry huh?"

"Sorry I don't have anything else for you to use."

"No Annabel, I don't mind smelling like you."

"Well I'm glad because you'll have to use my soap too." she remarked.

We exchanged smiles as I poured some shampoo into my hand and proceeded to wash what little hair had grown on my normally shaved head. Annabel watched me luxuriate in my first sensation of a deep cleansing in a while. We switched places again and facing away from her, I rinsed away the suds from my head. Unbeknownst to me, Annabel had picked up the washcloth and wet it in the runoff from my body as I finished rinsing. She lathered it up and then proceeded to wash my back, but in more of a messaging manner. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the wall to hold my self upright as I tilted my head forward allowing the hot and soothing water to run over it. I moaned softly in approval as she worked up and down my back. God it felt so good.

I suddenly felt the water redirected to the wall to my left. "Don't want the water to rinse away the soap." Annabel explained. I didn't move an inch, content in the relaxing state I had been lured into. I felt Annabel move up behind me as her breasts and udder pressed against my backside. She then proceeded to wash my shoulders and up and down my arms before softly resting her chin on my right shoulder.

"Enjoying this my love?"

"Mmmmmm, you have no idea."

Annabel placed her hands on my chest and gently pulled me fully upright. I was putty in her hands. She washed my chest in small circular motions and then moved down to my stomach. I grew a little nervous as I knew her route would take her to my manhood next. Annabel seemed a little hesitant in proceeding as she spent more time on my stomach than she had anywhere else. Finding the necessary courage, she slowly moved the washcloth into my pubis. She took great care as she maneuvered around my cock and balls. She then slid back between my legs and worked her way back forward to the back of my testicles. Her touch quickly ignited a fire within my manhood and blood began to rush into its vessels. She carefully cleaned my testicles, her hand further exciting me as she rubbed the underside of my lengthening shaft. I moaned softly as she then moved the washcloth along my slowly rising cock, gently stroking it to a clean state.

"Not yet my mate. Patience." she said as she finished and moved on to my thighs.

"Oh you tease. You are such a tease." I responded playfully.

Annabel squatted as she washed my legs and then rose upright as she moved up to my ass, to which she applied a couple playful squeezes.

"You're all clean." she announced.

I pulled the showerhead back towards me and rinsed off. I took the washcloth and rinsed and lathered it up once again and then took to washing my face. I quickly rinsed under the anticipation of getting to wash Annabel upon completion. God it felt so good to be clean. The overwhelming satisfaction of being clean just barely provided enough distraction to allow my erection to subside and I welcomed it. There's nothing worse than getting all excited only to be left without release. I rinsed out the washcloth once again and then looked up to Annabel and smiled.

"Alright, your turn. He he he he." Payback's a bitch I thought to myself.

A smile was her only response. Annabel picked up a bottle and handed it to me. "Here, you need to use this on my fur. Try not to get any on my skin though. It's not good for it."

I curiously looked over the bottle. It appeared to be some kind of special animal shampoo. "OK, I'll be careful." I reassured her.

With that, we switched places and Annabel wetted herself down. "You don't need a lot. It'll soap up nicely when you rub it into my fur." she explained. She aimed the showerhead towards the wall and then held her arms out dictating my starting point.

I was anxious to get my hands on her body. I poured some of the bottle's contents into my hand and proceeded along her right arm and then her left. I looked back up at Annabel for some confirmation that I was doing it correctly.

"Like this?"

"Yep, you're doin fine." she reassured with a smile.

I moved to her hips and washed as a stepped up to her, nestling the front of my body against hers. I slid my hands back to her ass where I spent some extra time groping and playfully pinching before firmly grasping it and pulling her into me. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed hungrily. As we caressed one another, her udder pressed into my crotch and as its wet skin slid back and forth across my cock, it once again began to stir from the attention. Not wanting to have to endure the prolonged softening of yet another raging hard on without the satisfaction of release, I pulled away from Annabel, remaining in control.

"Uh, no...come back." Annabel achingly demanded in disappointment.

I smiled and shook my head no.

"Oh, who's the tease now?" she asked with a smile.

Without saying a word I kneeled down and began washing the fronts and sides of her legs. I couldn't help but notice her pussy staring me right in the face. I immediately picked up the same scent I that had generated the indescribable drive I felt last night when we were in the field. The scent was definitely stronger and the drive within me hit with more earnest. A warmth quickly rushed through me and my member quickly began to harden with need. God, I wanted her so bad. I quickly moved down to her lower legs and got down on my knees, intentionally putting some distance between me and her sex.

"Can you turn around for me?" I asked.

"Sure thing my love."

I worked up the back of her legs, past her ass, and finished up with her tail. I stood up behind her thinking I was finished.

"Well that's it Annabel." I announced.

"Almost my love." She turned around and pointed to the patch if fur above her breasts.

I poured a little in my right hand but then Annabel held out hers as well. I gave her a puzzled look.

"I need to do my ears."

I looked up. "Oh yeah, I forgot about them too."

As I tended to the tuft of fur, Annabel took care of her ears. Once finished, she redirected the showerhead towards her. I stood there watching her rinse off trying to ignore the raging hard on I still sported as a result of her scent. I could see Annabel glancing down at my stiffened manhood and smile with what looked like anticipation of her own. After she finished rinsing off, she picked up the bar of soap and the washcloth and handed them to me.

"Now the skin." she demanded with a smirk.

I wet the washcloth and then built up a lather before handing it back to her. "You wanna wash your face." She took it and made quick work of the task before turning back to the water and rinsing. Annabel pointed the showerhead back toward the wall and then reached back and returned the washcloth.

"Try not to get any on my fur."

"Alright baby."

"Awww, "baby?", I like that."

I smiled as I began scrubbing her back. Sensing I was done, Annabel turned around and faced me once again. She lifted her head, hinting at me to take care of her neck. I obliged and when she raised her arms, I moved to her shaved armpits. I washed around her tuft and then intentionally bypassed her breasts, moving on to her stomach. I washed there and then moved down around her udder and took care of her thighs before moving to her crotch. I was thorough but careful not to penetrate her sex knowing that soap in the vag wasn't pleasant. From there, I went to her udder and soaped it up before beginning to fondle it. I messaged it by means of what I thought might be erotic but I quickly gave up from lack of confidence. I still wasn't completely sure with how to stimulate her via her udder, so I moved to more familiar territory, which I had intentionally saved for last.

I brought the washcloth to the cleavage of her breasts and then slowly traced the outside of her left breast. With the washcloth still in hand, I gently cupped it as I ran my soap-covered thumb repeatedly over her nipple. Annabel's mouth opened slightly as her breaths deepened. Her eyes closed as her head tilted back under the influence of the pleasurable sensations my attention quickly generated. I placed my free hand on her back as I leaned over and took the nipple of her right breast into my mouth. Annabel moaned audibly as I teased it between my teeth. I then took turns suckling and teasing it with my tongue. The attention was driving her crazy. Her arousal began to compliment my own as her pussy began to moisten just mere inches from my still stiffened cock. It didn't take long for me to be able to discern her scent even over the powerful fresh mixture of smells from the soap and shampoos. My drive to mate with Annabel was rekindled. I left her breast and pressed my lips against hers. She immediately reciprocated the contact and we were lost in the throes of kissing hungrily once again.

I quickly finished off my original task by running the washcloth across her breasts between us a few times. I had barely finished when Annabel desperately searched above for the showerhead so she could rinse off and we could move on to other things. After a few moments, she finally found the showerhead and pointed it in our general direction. Hot water poured onto us as we remained locked in passion. Annabel wrapped her arms around me and my hands went to her ass, groping it as I pulled her into me. Our breaths hastened and we moaned in turn as our arousal continued to build.

"Oh Aaron...we need to rinse our fronts...oh God!"

We reluctantly released each other and Annabel turned around and ran her hands over the front of her body in an effort to assist the water's removal of the dirty suds. I continued my assault on her by planting kisses on sides of her neck while I gently fondled her breasts. Once rinsed she stepped out of the water's path and let the water flow onto me. Annabel stood against the wall and watched achingly as I only momentarily let the water do its job before I moved back to her. I placed my hands on the wall and pressed against her body as our lips came together again. We frenched as deeply as we could as though afflicted by an insatiable hunger for the other.

Annabel suddenly turned her head to break our connection. "Uhhh, your room...let's go to your room...ahhh." she managed through her moans and gasps.

"What about drying..."

"Ohhh, I want you now!" she interrupted.

I needed no more encouragement as I threw back the shower curtain, took her hand into mine, and stepped out of the tub with her in tow. I opened the bathroom door and relatively cold air rushed in providing a brief chill. Moving through the doorway my arm suddenly jerked back as Annabel pulled me back to her. I had little time to react let alone question her action as she pushed me up against the door and we began another forceful round of kissing. Our hands moved over each other's body without any premeditation.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was time to take this to a more comfortable setting. I set us in motion towards my room as we continued to fondle and kiss. We clumsily made the short trip down the hallway, stumbling over each other's feet/hooves and running into walls most the whole way. We giggled at how the spectacle must look from a third party's eyes but didn't care. I have to admit, deep underneath the unfathomable lust for Annabel, there was a concern that Mama Goat might walk through the front door as the naked soaking wet houseguest (me) was leading her equally soaking wet and naked daughter into the bedroom. That was quickly buried upon reaching my room and once we were inside, I reached behind me and closed the door. Annabel pushed me back to the door and we remained there for a few moments locked in passion. Just to be safe, I reached down and engaged the lock.

We moved to the bed still entangle with the other and upon reaching the bed's edge, Annabel went down, carefully laying on her back while adjusting her tail. As I climbed onto the bed, she scooted up away from the edge and spread her legs wide, showing exactly where she wanted me. I crawled onto the bed, moving on all fours as a predator on the prowl would. I moved up her body, my hands landing to each side of her, coming to a stop once my knees reached the insides of her thighs. My cock brushed achingly against her udder, precum oozing from my tip. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed for a few moments before Annabel broke the kiss.

"Aaron, I want you inside me now! Please!"

Through all the teasing and anticipation, our arousal was teetering on the brink of madness. I was hard as a nail and she was sopping wet. Precum had been oozing from me for a while and the overwhelming scent of her juices had been apparent equally as long. Annabel wanted no part of foreplay and conveyed that rather bluntly when I felt her hand take hold of my cock and gently guided me to the entrance of her sex. I repositioned my lower body, and as my weight came to bear on her body, Annabel adjusted her udder with her free hand so that it was more comfortable with me on top. As she pulled me lower, I felt the tip of my cock reach the wet folds of her pussy. She rubbed my tip along her slit a couple times and I swear I nearly shot my load right there.

Annabel placed my tip at her entrance and began to slide my hard member into her. The moment I felt her lips begin to part, I took charge and slid my cock as deep into her as I possibly could. Annabel shuddered and moaned underneath me at the sudden penetration.

"Are you OK?" I asked out of concern that she might still be tender from last night.

She smiled up at me. "Yeah, I'm OK. You just caught me off guard that's all."

"You still sore?"

"Not really." There was a silence as we looked into each other's eyes. I suddenly felt a playful smack on my ass. "Well...let's go my mate." she commanded with seductive smile on her face.

"Oh you asked for it!" I responded as I nearly pulled my full length out of her before plunging back in.

"Oh Aaron!" she gasped.

I began rhythmically pounding in and out of her and she was quickly moaning and groaning with each thrust. I could feel the walls of her vagina begin to pulse as her first orgasm built inside her. As it spasmed and intermittently gripped my cock, I too began to moan. Annabel's eye widened and she screamed and bleated in pleasure as her first orgasm overwhelmed her senses. As Annabel recovered from her first climax, I continued to pump as each thrust brought me closer to my own.

"Oh my God! Harder Aaron! Harder!" she rasped as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me as deep into her as she could.

I pumped harder and while I was on the brink, Annabel was well on her way to her second of the session. Her legs were literally shaking as the next orgasm washed through her body. "Oh Aa-a-a-aron!" she bleated. Her quivering hot vagina sent me over the edge and I groaned loudly as my cock tensed briefly before twitching repeatedly as streams of my seed shot into her. Annabel wrapped her arms around me, pulled me down, and we kissed ravenously as my thrusts began to slow. With each of us struggling for breath, we ceased kissing, and I propped my self up with quivering arms. Her strength finally failing her, Annabel's legs dropped to the bed. We laid there in silence for a while and stared into each other's eyes as lovers do in the afterglow of passionate sex. I could feel Annabel's vagina still twitching as my cock softened inside her. Exhausted, I slowly pulled out of her and crashed to her left on the bed.

Annabel rolled over to me and I extended my right arm for her to rest her head on. She snuggled up to me and draped her right leg and arm across me. I luxuriated in the warmth of her body against mine and the subtle movement of the hairs on my neck as her warm exhales moved over my skin.

"I love you Annabel." I said softly.

"I love you too Aaron. God, I love you so much!"