You Want It All
This story was inspired by, and loosely based on, Silvertide's song of the same name.
It had been a beautiful June day; it was hot, and the sun was shining. So when I got off work, I decided I'd take my motorcycle out and rip up some of the country roads near my house. It really was the little things in life, I realized, as the Triumph between my legs growled through the turns and bends in the road, the wind whipping through my fur. Happy memories of my youth fled back into my mind, and I let my tongue loll out of my muzzle, just like a pup.
But I digress. As fun as it is to go riding, it's equally boring to hear about it. The real story picks up when I returned home. I pulled into my driveway and noticed a red Mazda was taking up as much space as the little car could. Not that it was unusual for me to have guests; my family were always dropping in, and never let it be known that I turned down a friend in need. But the only one I knew who drove a Miata was Kayla, my buddy's sister, and she wasn't wont to just idly visit her brother's friends.
The panther girl waved at me from my porch step. She was smiling, so she probably didn't have bad news; I felt my heart skip a beat, then slow down. Annoyed at the bad park-job, I whipped the bike to the right of the car, and shut it off. I pulled off my helmet and sunglasses, and set the kickstand.
"Hey wolfy," she said to me as I walked up to her.
"Hi, Kayla." I responded, rather more hesitantly than I intended. By the way she spoke, I couldn't tell if she was intentionally being sultry, or if I was imagining it. It was no secret, at least between her brother Chris and me, that I liked her, and had liked her for some time. Chris and I had practically grown up together, and Kayla had usually never been far from her older brother. I opened my front door, and ushered her inside; I followed, and shut it behind us.
"Have you been here long?" I asked her, still puzzled by her presence. I threw my riding gear onto the couch, and traipsed into the kitchen. Pulling a glass out of the cupboard and holding it under the faucet, I asked if she was thirsty.
"I'll take what you've got," she answered, but she wasn't looking at the glass I was filling. I suddenly felt self-conscious as I realized my sheath was starting to swell, and promptly over-filled her glass. She giggled, and I swore, as I looked for a dish towel to dry off. Normally a pants-leg would suffice, of course, but not in present company. If she was thinking half the things I was, (and the way she kept staring said she was) then I was one lucky lupine. Best not put her off, I thought to myself, as I located the towel and dried my paw.
"Harlan," she started, walking up to me, and stopping only inches away. I looked down at her, our noses nearly touching, and my heart firing like a minigun. She was smiling when she kissed me, softly, yet passionately. When I had registered what was happening, and tried to kiss her back, she pulled away.
She backed away, still grinning, and I got the first good look at her since I had ridden up. She had jade-green eyes, and a stare the bored into my very soul. Her fur, every bit of it, was jet black, and covered the most curvaceous body I'd ever seen. Sumptuous breasts strained the fabric of her tank top; tight, ripped jeans hugged her butt and thighs. Her tail twitched from side to side, anticipating.
I followed her as she backed up, finally stopping as the couch found the back of her knees. I pulled her into another embrace, kissing her triumphantly. She never pushed me away; she held onto me like I was going to slip away, and kissed me back. Her muzzle parted slightly, and my tongue found purchase. For an eternity, it seemed, we stayed locked together, in the embrace I had craved for years.
Somehow, my paw found its way into her shirt. I rubbed her, scritching channels into her soft fur. Gradually, I worked downward, until my paw rested just inside her waistband. I paused, though, afraid I'd overstepped my boundaries; her face told me otherwise.
"Don't stop there," she panted into my ear. I obeyed like a love-drunk fool, like a pup with his first sexual experience. I inched downward, until I was cupping her sex in my palm. She was hot and wet; and I could now smell her arousal as well as I could feel it. I parted her lips, and hesitated for just a second as she murred into my ear. That was all the cue I needed, and I buried my middle-finger inside her warm passage. Her murrs turned into moans as I moved my finger in and out of her, trying for all the spots I knew I wouldn't get with my finger alone.
"Harlan," she said, "stop." Nervously I looked up, afraid I had done something wrong. I asked her, but she shook her head. "I want you; all of you. Right now." Reluctantly, I pulled my digit out of her, but an offer like that cannot be refused. I lead her by the paw down the hallway to my bedroom. She kissed me again, then pushed me down, onto my bed.
"Stay there," she told me, "and don't move." Slowly she started undressing, one piece of clothing at a time, until she stood naked in front of me, fulfilling fantasies I had had for years. I started to say something, but she shushed me with a finger on her muzzle, and turned her attention to the tent in my jeans. I had been hard for a while now, and my cock twitched within its denim prison as Kayla embarked on the longest unzipping of my life.
Finally she freed my wolfhood and slid off my jeans and boxers in one swift motion. As my cock wavered there, throbbing slightly, she retreated so that her muzzle was right in line with it. She grabbed the base of my red meat, just below my already-forming knot, and licked from bottom to top, sending shivers through my entire body.
"Oh my God, Kayla," I panted, as she repeated her actions, lingering lust slightly at the tip.
"Just relax, Harlan," she told me, using her free paw to massage saliva and precum onto my cock. "Don't move; just lay there and enjoy yourself." With each stroke I lost more control of my body, unconsciously obeying her every word. She stopped about the time I thought I could take no more, giving me a devilish smile. She slowly slid up to face me; looking down, I could see my cock slide between her perfect breasts, and when she paused there for a moment, I about lost my self control.
When she kissed me, I felt my heart rate quicken, and my breath caught in my throat. I felt her rough feline tongue wrestle with mine inside my muzzle, tasted her, lost myself for a moment, only to return with a heightened sense of my present reality. I still couldn't believe what was happening, but I was sure as hell ready to accept it anyway.
She sat up, positioning herself over me so that my now fully-erect, bright red and throbbing cock rested just outside her pussy. Whether the wetness I felt was hers or mine, I couldn't tell. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of making me wait, she lowered herself onto me, and the moment I had waited countless years for had finally arrived.
Once she had brought herself down all the way I realized how tight she was: it almost hurt me, and I could tell by her expression it was less than enjoyable for her too.
"Wow, Kayla," I said, "you're really tight. Your previous exploits must have been puny." I thought my sarcasm was evident, but the look on her face said otherwise.
"Honey, you're my first." She said it with such conviction, I had no doubt she was serious, and the pride on her face was proof. And I must say that I was a little proud too, that the girl I'd desired for ages had held out for me.
From there the details got slightly blurry. I know that it was the best sex I had ever had. She was the first to reach climax, and when her orgasm hit her, it racked her little body like a tidal wave. Her tail wagged and her claws dug into my mattress underneath her. As her sex contracted around my dick, it seemed every bit of fluid in her found its way out onto me.
This, combined with her screaming my name, sent me over the edge. As I felt my climax approach, I continued thrusting into her, and managed to bury my knot inside her just as it swelled and I came. It seemed like a good five minutes before either of us came down from high of our orgasms, and when we did we collapsed out of sheer exhaustion.
"Oh...my...God," Kayla panted beneath me, her chest rising with each breath. "That was amazing."
"Yes, it was. But now we're stuck like this for a while," I said, indicating my knot inside her.
"That's fine." She rolled us onto our sides, and kissed me. This time, she kissed with affection and passion, not with the lust and desire of before. I felt my eyelids getting heavy, so I wrapped my arm around the feline in front of me, and retreated into the arms of Morpheus.