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Authors Note: This is a continuation of the story “Neighbours”…if the title wasn’t any indication. You can find the first part here -> https://www.sofurry.com/view/2257894

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It was an intense first night, thankfully Megan didn’t have too far to walk the next morning, especially seeing as she was walking a little bit funny. She and Mark had really worked out a lot of the sexual tension which had been building between them for so long. For the first time in a long time, Megan felt uniquely satisfied and genuinely happy. They both did, like a missing piece of a puzzle had been put into place neither of them had even known was missing to begin with.

Even Theo noticed a change in his wife over the next few days, she didn’t seem as stressed or flat as she usually did. Part of him knew the reason why, he just couldn’t bring himself to admit it. There was the underlying fear that this would end or at least hurt his and Megan’s relationship, if not their marriage. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never came. Megan was Megan again, he hadn’t realized just how much the years had changed her after having the kids, especially little James with his litany of issues. His being away from home so much because of his job surely didn’t help, leaving her to deal with all of it on her own for the majority of the time, yet she never complained. He knew she loved the kids and him, there was no doubting that, but part of her seemed to have faded over the years. She wasn’t as bright or dazzling like she used to be when they first got together, at least she hadn’t been, until now.

Now, she was actually smiling, genuinely smiling and not just a forced outward appearance of happiness worn as a mask. He caught her humming and almost dancing in the kitchen one morning as she made them both coffee and toast, something she hadn’t done since before the kids came along. She even initiated love making again when he was back home, not just any lovemaking either. Sure, they’d still had sex every so often, but this wasn’t that. This was intense, the way she clung to him, like her life depended on it. Theo had expected her to drift away from him after being with Mark, but instead, it seemed the opposite was happening. Now she seemed to crave him more than ever, at first, he was sceptical and assumed it was just some sort of guilt response for having slept with another man. But it wasn’t, while Megan knew he didn’t want to know the details, or even the confirmation of her and Mark doing the deed, she did explain the more esoteric aspects of things in a very round about manner.

“You’re a hamburger and Mark is a pizza, I love hamburgers but occasionally I enjoy a pizza. They’re both good but different, a hamburger is a hamburger, and a pizza is a pizza. I married you because I love hamburgers, I’ll always want a hamburger because it is what makes me happiest and feel the most fulfilled. A pizza is just a nice distraction every once in a while, but then I always go back to what really makes me happy, a hamburger. Just because a hamburger doesn’t fill me the same way a pizza does, it doesn’t mean I love the hamburger any less, because the hamburger gives me other pleasures a pizza can’t” she had said in the simplest terms. Sure, it was a practical way of looking at it, though probably not the best word choice, but what guy doesn’t feel like shit knowing some other guy is making his wife happy in ways he can’t? Ultimately it came down to his choice, he could either be miserable and upset that someone else was making Megan happy, or he could simply be glad that she was genuinely happy. As she rightfully said, in the most basic way, it was no different than her using retail therapy to make herself happy. At least this way, she didn’t max out his credit cards and the aftereffects lasted longer, without putting them into debt. So, from a financial standpoint at least, it was the better option.

One thing that surprised and frankly worried Theo however was the fact he never saw or noticed a time when Megan and Mark could do…their thing. On one hand it was a good thing because he wouldn’t know when they were together, but on the other hand, the fact they were together, and he didn’t know about it frankly scared him how easily it would have been for her to cheat on him if she had really wanted to, and just how easily she could have hidden it if she had really wanted to. So perhaps her telling him at the start was a good thing? She could just not have said anything, and he would have been none the wiser. But she did, she trusted him and cared enough for him to be open and honest about it, to be upfront with it. In a weird way, his wife’s relationship with Mark had done the exact opposite of what he had feared would happen, even weeks later, they seemed and felt stronger together than ever. Megan had a wonderful new glow and energy about her that just seemed to naturally lift his spirits as well. It wasn’t something he ever thought would have occurred, but even he was feeling the benefits of his wife’s new and unusual lifestyle. The kids picked up on it as well, there was less fussing and fighting because their parents were happier, so they were happier. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Megan sleeping with Mark had possibly become the best thing that ever happened to their family, in a strange and round about sort of way.

The arrangement suited Mark as well, he didn’t want kids, nor did he want to get married. He also wasn’t that interested in a relationship either, so there were no expectations or desires for his relationship with Megan to be anything other than what it was, two friends having fun. It wasn’t all just sex all the time either, that did happen fairly frequently though, but more often than not, they just simply spent time with one another. It was a deeply profound friendship, perhaps something some people might call soulmates; but as Mark always said, you don’t always marry your soulmate and there’s nothing wrong with that. You don’t always fall in love with your soulmate either, they’re simply just someone you resonate with on a deeper level than words can adequately describe. Having a soulmate doesn’t mean you can’t love other people deeply either, they’re simply a reflection of parts of you the world doesn’t often get to see. There was also no rule written in stone that said you could only ever have one soulmate either, so that didn’t mean on some level Theo wasn’t also her soulmate too.

It didn’t take long before things settled down and began to feel normal again, a new normal with an agreed upon elephant in the room no one spoke about, but everyone was painfully aware was there as it was noisily eating the peanuts from the bar. To the outside world however, nothing seemed amiss. Theo and Megan were still happily married, Megan was friendly with their new neighbour; life wasn’t great, but it was good enough that they didn’t feel the need to complain. For the most part, everyone was happy with the new status quo.

“I have a favour to ask” Megan said with an air of nervousness as she sat curled up on one of the chairs in Mark’s home office, while he worked on something on his computer.

“I am not dressing up like Shrek and speaking in a bad Scottish accent for your weird fetish” he teased without looking away from his computer screen.

“So, you mean I can’t go ‘what’re you doin’ in my swamp?” when you try stick it up my ass again?” Megan countered with a grin. That actually got a laugh from the big dog. “No, seriously though, it’s not that…” she continued, finding it hard to look up at him and instead choosing to stare down into her half empty coffee mug while strumming her fingers against its side almost nervously so.

“What is it? Need a kidney or something?” Mark asked as he finally turned to look at her, he had sensed the change in her tone and knew what ever she was about to ask must be serious.

“God no, nothing like that, jeez” she laughed and shook her head. “I need you to join me for a dirty weekend away…” Megan asked, her voice trailing off as she shyly smiled at Mark.

“A dirty weekend away?” Mark asked in confusion. “How is that different from what we already do here?”

“There’s stuff I want you to do that I wouldn’t feel right doing here” the calico feline began to explain or at least attempted to. “This is my ‘mom’ space, I feel like if I do certain stuff here it will taint that, and it just would never feel right.”

“Considering what we already do here, what exactly are you wanting me to do on this weekend away then?” Mark asked with growing curiosity.

“I want you to ruin me, dominate me, make me your little…fuck toy” Megan leaned in close to say barely above a whisper, as if even saying these things out loud would already begin to taint her ‘mom zone’ vibe.

“Okay…” was all he could say, what else could he say? The MILF next door wanted him to dominate her, who was he to say no to that? Megan never usually cussed either or really even talked dirty, so the fact she was doing both at the same time obviously meant she was serious too.

The weekend away came in the form of a mountain retreat seminar for her work from home job she was trying to get off the ground. Usually, attendees would share bungalows to save on the costs, but this time Megan sprung for a private lodge that was a good distance away from the event’s other attendees. She hadn’t met anyone attending before, so there was no worry about them knowing Mark wasn’t her husband, if they even saw him, so there would be no rumours about her infidelity, but still, she did not want to take any risks…especially if she got loud. The retreat had been on the cards since long before the thing between Megan and Mark had even begun, so Theo did not need to be informed of it either, which helped maintain his blissful ignorance of what his wife was doing. As they had planned months in advance, he took the kids and his parents down to a beach cottage for some fishing and fun in the sun, which left Megan free to attend her seminar.

Only now, when she wasn’t listening to mind numbing monotone speeches or being forced to join silly teambuilding activities, she was in her private lodge with Mark. It was a lovely two-story log styled cabin which overlooked a small pond, she had specifically chosen this unit as it was on the outer edge of the resort and faced away from all other buildings with a scenic view of the mountains. So, the only way anyone would see what was going on inside is if they were standing right in front of the place, the double-glazed windows and blackout curtains would do enough of a job to muffle any sounds which might occur as well. Though, with the cold weather outside, the likelihood of anyone wandering around outside their lodge would be extremely unlikely, anyone that did would undoubtedly be considered crazy enough not to be believed anyway.

“I want you to push me to my limits, make me beg for mercy” Megan said softly, with a blush. “I want to feel like a whore, not like a mom or a wife…” she admitted meekly, or at least she had, late on that first night they were alone in their lodge.

Mark understood now why she didn’t want to do this back home, she wanted to feel like someone else, perhaps it was tinged with guilt at what they were doing that she wanted to feel like a whore? Because deep down, that was how she truly felt for what she was doing with him? Or perhaps it was just how she had always felt, but she could never express that side of her because she was expected to be a loving wife and mother who didn’t do any sort of reprehensible activities, anything less would break some unwritten law.

Whatever the reason, it seemed to be something she needed, something she craved. Even now with her arms pulled back behind her while Mark made the smaller feline bounce off his cock as he thrust into her from behind, Megan couldn’t stop herself from groaning and moaning incoherently. She had started out on all fours, her tail lifted when told to, she did exactly as the big fluffy white dog said before he sheathed his thick red length into her married cunt. She tried not to make a sound, but even after all their times together, he was still just almost too big for her to take silently. Her arms were held in one of his large hands as his other hand grasped the base of her tail, using it like a handle to pull her hips back down onto his cock every time he bounced her forward with his powerful thrusts. She was more needy than usual, already she had ruined the bedding with her first climax he’d wrung from her.

When Mark finally released her arms and tail, Megan collapsed onto the bed in a panting heap. The look she gave him was a mixture between fear, anger and a whole shitload of lust. Just like she asked, he was using her however he wanted, and he didn’t stop to ask her permission. Even when she weakly shook her head no, Mark just ignored her and lifted her upper thigh against his chest as he squatted down over her lower leg. Her aching cunt was once again stuffed when he forced her to almost do the splits, her foot damn near up by his ear as he rolled his hips and crammed every inch of himself into her exposed pussy again. He didn’t hold back either, there was no gentle foreplay here, there was just animalistic fucking. Mark did rather enjoy this view, he got to see the faces Megan made while he fucked her hard and deep, along with the way her cute little tits bounced every time he brutally slammed his knot against her cunt.

She was usually so well put together, perhaps even headstrong and independent to a degree. Seeing her like this, the married mother of two loved having her boundaries pushed as she delved into consenting non-consent stuff, it was rather thrilling that someone like Megan would be so into it. The calico feline knew what she had signed up for, they had set up a safe word as well, just in case things did get too much. Until he heard that word though, Mark knew he didn’t have to hold back with her. She had already said no a few times, or at least tried to, but Mark knew better than to stop. It had paid off, he’d never heard those noises from Megan before, she sounded almost feral as she was forced through climax after climax almost against her will. The look in her eyes told the true story though, her mouth was saying no, but her fiery gaze was saying “don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Mark was the perfect person for Megan to experience all this with too, he was calm and gentle, but he was not her husband, so he did not have to hold back. She also trusted him, he felt safe, and she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, at least not really hurt her. There was some pain she wanted to experience, like the rough fucking, spanking and even a bit of biting. But he wouldn’t leave any permanent marks behind, he would also tend to her after each session and make sure she was fine. There was really something great about a big guy that fucked her hard enough she couldn’t walk right for a while after, that also cuddled and soothed her too. It was almost like tandem skydiving, you got all the thrill of skydiving, but you also had the safety of an experienced skydiver looking after you and making sure you came back down to earth in one piece. There was more to it too, though, perhaps it was their innate connection, but Mark really seemed to be able to read her, to find out where her limits were and just ever so gently nudge her a little bit over them. She had asked him to make her beg for mercy and that he did, surprisingly well in fact.

Already her cunt was sore, but in a good way, it was angrily making its displeasure at being so roughly pounded known, yet it wanted more. Like a good workout at the gym, when her muscles ached with a job well done, but as tired and sore as she was, she knew she would be back for more. Though honestly, with how she was being manhandled and bent in such awkward positions, Mark was really giving her a workout her old Tae Bo instructor would be impressed by. It had been years since Megan had last had her ankles behind her head, but Mark had folded her like a pretzel just so he could batter her pussy with his gorgeous knot. At one point she thought, or perhaps hoped, that he was going to cram it into her, but he didn’t. The bastard just fucked her into another climax before unfolding her and letting her rest, then he did it all over again.

She knew she was the one who had initially asked for this dirty weekend away, but fucking hell, Mark was making the most of it. It wasn’t even midnight on their first night together and he had already gotten her to ruin one set of bedsheets and battered her cunt into submission to the point she started wondering if there was an ice pack or perhaps a bag of frozen peas she could sit on. When he finally did finish, she had to admit, the shower of cum he sprayed her with was downright erotic. She had never really been a fan of mess, but watching his thick red cock lurch and twitch as glimmering pearlescent webs spattered across her tired and aching body, from her tummy and all the way up to her face even, it was downright impressive. Megan could only laugh and pant up at a tired but satisfied looking big, white fluffy dog looming over her as she wore his cum like some sort of trophy.

If this was just the start to their four-day, three-night weekend together, Megan was excited to see what else Mark had in store for her. That would have to wait though, with a tired pant, the calico feline tapped out with a faint but audible “strawberry”. It was amazing how quickly Mark switched from “dominating fuck machine five thousand” to “let me bathe you and tend to your every whim, princess” at the drop of a hat. The exciting menacing scowl evaporated in an instant, being replaced by his usual calm and warm smile as he scooped the messy feline off the ruined bed and carried her through to the bathroom. Megan was gently settled down on the toilet while Mark began to run her a nice hot and relaxing bath, complete with bubbles.

It was moments like these that made her wonder why he was still single, he had everything a great partner should, yet he never seemed interested in dating anyone. They had spoken about it before, but his usual answer was just that he wasn’t interested in a relationship, and he didn’t see himself settling down with anyone. He didn’t want kids, so what was the point anyway? Then again, if he did start seeing someone, this thing they had would have to come to an end she supposed. Still, Megan couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that she was perhaps the reason Mark wasn’t looking for a relationship and she was keeping him away from some other deserving woman. The devil on her shoulder, however, just told her to shut up and keep spreading her legs for him. If he was content with just getting to fuck a married woman, who was she to complain?

Megan was woken the next morning by something thick and hard sliding into her from behind, she couldn’t help but grin as Mark had apparently remembered her talking about her desire to be woken in such a fashion. She felt awkward asking her husband to do it to her, but then again, Mark was also suitably “equipped” to accomplish the task too. Theo wasn’t small, just average in that department, so full penetration wasn’t really achievable for him, at least in this position. Mark however, had more than enough to make her feel it.

She went from blissful slumber to suddenly feeling full of deliciously hot hard cock, strong hands gripped at her waist and chest as the big dog cuddled her back against his chest. His hips were the only thing moving as he drove that thick piston of his in and out of her without permission or warning, exactly how she had wanted it. She could feel his knot press between her buttocks and thighs every time he went in deep, or at least as deep as he could from this angle. Thankfully, it was plenty deep enough to make her moan and pant as soon as she rejoined the realm of the awoken.

“Good morning, slut kitten” Mark growled into her ear. It was something else they were playing around with, normally neither of them really degraded or used foul language, especially with each other. But this weekend, he was given permission to try a few things out without repercussions. It turned out that in certain circumstances, being called “slut kitten” really did get her motor running, such as the one she was in now. Megan’s only response to the name calling was a telling groan, which only enticed the big dog to continue. Soon his hips were clapping against her behind at a staccato pace while he fucked her from behind.

“Be a good slut, cum for me, cum all over my nice thick cock” he continued to tease her as his grip about her tightened. This too was something else she found she enjoyed, but Theo was too gentle to do to her. Megan was his wife, so he feared accidentally hurting her and would never be rough enough with it. She wanted to be restrained, given no choice but to be fucked. Mark was just so damned big and strong, he could hold her in place so easily that it was just the right mix of terrifying and sexy. He could pin her down on the bed and fuck her senseless or just fold her in half and carry her around like a personal fucktoy, both of which he had done, and she had loved immensely. The combination of dirty talk and being restrained, when all she wanted to do was squirm away really hit the spot, she hadn’t even been awake for fifteen minutes yet and already he was making her cum. God, she really did feel like a whore…and she loved every second of it.

Mark even prevented her from grabbing a quick shower before the first presentation that morning, the bastard made her walk around all day as she slowly leaked his cum from her well fucked pussy. She was constantly worried someone else would smell him on her, or that she would soak through her panties and onto her seat. Not only that, but her cunt ached and throbbed angrily at her the entire time, making sitting still damn near impossible. Briefly she wondered if it was a good idea bringing Mark along this weekend, she was finding it difficult to concentrate on the different presentations. Her mind also kept wandering back to lastnight and earlier that morning, images of herself being used and abused by the big dog kept flashing through her mind and making her blush.

During their lunch break, instead of joining the others for a brief networking session, Megan found herself in the ladies as she desperately needed to rub one out. She felt like a horny teenager, sneaking away to jack off. But at least it also gave her a chance to clean up a little, so by the time she rejoined her group for the next presentation, she didn’t feel like she was going to ruin one of the resorts chairs any longer. The rest of the day absolutely dragged on, all Megan wanted was to get back to the lodge and let loose. When she did finally get back, she found the place empty as Mark had apparently gone out somewhere. It was perfect, she would have time to prepare her special surprise she had planned for him.

Mark had just gone for a small walk, nothing too strenuous, but he felt he needed to stretch his legs and enjoy the sunshine. It felt odd not having anything to do, the only thing expected of him this entire weekend, frankly, was to fuck the shit out of Megan. He couldn’t help but smile at that fact, if he had told teenage Mark that one day he would not only be sleeping with a married MILF, but she would ask him to join her for a dirty weekend, young Mark would have scoffed in disbelief. Yet, here he was, and he couldn’t be happier. When he eventually meandered his way back to their lodge, he found obvious signs that Megan was back. Her laptop bag was carelessly left on one of the living room chairs, along with articles of clothing strewn in an obvious trail from the front door up to their bedrooms upstairs.

Mark grinned as he followed the trail of discarded clothes, almost like a cartoon styled pirates treasure map, they lead him right to the booty. Said booty was in the form of a particularly nude calico feline, who was on all fours with her behind facing the door and her tail curled up over her back. Though the distance from the doorway to the foot of the bed was short, Mark still managed to shed all his clothing in the time it took for him to take those two steps.

“What, no dinner first, is my little slut kitty hungry for something specific?” Mark growled low as he looked her over, admiring the felines curves and colours. She really was a work of art, narrow waist that created the perfect hourglass figure. Small but perky breasts capped with dime sized pink nipples, a taut bubble butt you could bounce a quarter off of. Her coat most of all was almost luxuriously silky soft, the majority of it white, save for a mixture of black and brown splotches. One at her right hip and another around her left ear. Even the tip of her tail looked as though it had been dipped in black paint. Most beautiful of all was her face, dazzling green eyes and soft lips that always seemed to be in a sly playful sort of smirk. Some women prided themselves on having resting bitch face, but not Megan, she just looked like she was thinking dirty thoughts all the time. Then again, considering this weekend…perhaps she was?

“I am…” Megan replied with a surprisingly shy smile as she partially turned look back at Mark a little. Her tail lifted just a fraction higher, enough for the strange slickness beneath it and between her cheeks to catch the light and the big dog’s attention. “Whores take it in the ass…” she said softly, though with a strange sort of conviction.

Mark knew that Megan wasn’t particularly keen on anal, they had discussed it before. She knew he liked it, so she had explained to him about her previous experience in trying it. Her first serious boyfriend, long before she met and married Theo, had convinced her to try it. Well, convinced was used in only the loosest of terms, what had actually happened was he had gotten her drunk and just tried it while she was barely conscious. Needless to say, it was not a great experience for her and did set the standard by which she would judge further such attempts.

“Are you sure?” Mark asked with obvious surprise. Granted, he did think Megan had a great ass and would love to split her cheeks with his log, but he wasn’t about to put his desires over her safety and comfort.

“Yes, I am” she replied with certainty. “You’re not my ex and you’re not a horny teen that can’t control themselves…I trust you. I trust you to stop if I say stop too, okay?” the look she gave him said it all, she was obviously very turned on and incredibly horny, but she also was making a sacrifice for him. She didn’t need to say it, but in some strange way, this was a really special thank you she was giving him, for everything.

Mark couldn’t help but grin, she was right about one thing, he wasn’t her ex and he certainly wasn’t a horny teen who couldn’t control themselves. If she was going to give him this opportunity, he was going to make sure she enjoyed it enough to want it again. Knowing Megan and how detail oriented she was, he knew she had obviously planned this all out and as such, she would have done all the preparation before he got back from his walk. He had no qualms about kneeling behind her and sticking his nose under her tail, granted he would’ve done that anytime really, but he suspected now more than ever she would be more accepting to it as she knew she was clean.

He was right too, she wasn’t expecting him to eat her out, much less her ass. Strangely, it seemed the calico feline’s brain could be surprisingly easily short circuited by a tongue under the tail. He briefly caught a glimpse of her face with one eye twitching when he heard the strange, unintelligible sounds she was making as he introduced the married MILF to the pleasures of a proper rim job. He knew he was on the right track when she started rolling her hips and behind back against his tongue before he even snuck a hand between her thighs to play with her clit. When he did that, her sounds became even less coherent, along with the sounds of claws very clearly poking holes through the hotels bedding. Mark honestly felt proud of himself, smugly so at that, for all her talk about not liking anything near her butt, Megan sure as hell did cum rather hard just from his tongue dancing the two step to the beat of Dragonforce’s Fire and Flames around her sensitive little pink pucker.

“Still with me, Megs?” Mark asked when he finally relented with his oral assault. He wanted so badly to bury his bone in her backyard, but this time he wanted her to be conscious for it. As much as the temptation to just proceed was, Mark was not about to take advantage of her if she was not fully conscious this time. Perhaps he had done too good a job under her tail, he thought, as he stared down at her. Megan looked almost drunk, or high, or both. She had a strange grin on her lips and a dreamy look in her eyes. “Megs, you alright?” he asked again, with a gentle tug to her tail as he started to get concerned when she didn’t answer right away.

“Holy fuck…what was that?” Megan finally replied, at least between gasps for breath. Her voice was full of wonder and awe, as if she had just had an encounter with the divine.

“Told you I was good at eating ass” Mark replied, unable to hold back his smug grin, which earned him a weak kick from the feline, who had collapsed onto her side by now.

“Okay, but like…I didn’t think it could be that…intense” Megan admitted with a frown as she stared at Mark.

“I told you before, butt stuff can be really good, if you do it right” the big fluffy white dog replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “Still want to try…you know…” he asked with a suggestive nod down at his stiffness standing tall and proud from his lap.

“Heck yeah!” Megan replied with a more confident grin. She again adopted the pose and got back onto all fours for Mark.

“We’re going to go slow, get you nice and warmed up first, okay?” Mark stated plainly, as he grabbed the tube of lube she had left on the nightstand and within easy reach. He rolled it between his palms for a few seconds to make sure it was nice and warm before he upended the bottle and applied a generous helping between the feline’s buttocks. A little more was applied to the first two fingers on his right hand, which he then used to gently circle and rub at Megan’s tail hole. With his left hand gently stroking her hip and side, he could feel how tense she was, which let him know when she was ready for him to proceed.

Again, he showed how well he knew her, Mark read her like a book, and he didn’t push her too far too fast. By the time he had two thick fingers pumping in and out of her behind, Megan was already moaning like a pornstar. Admittedly she had been worried that even Mark, with his infinite patience and self-control would still fail the test and accidentally hurt her. Thankfully, she was pleasantly surprised, more than that actually. The calico feline had expected to not enjoy this, or at least just barely be able to tolerate it at least. She sure as shit was not expecting Mark to get her to the point where she was moaning and babbling while begging for him to add a third finger under her tail.

It was going better than he had dared hoped it would, Megan was all but drooling onto the bedding as he played with her ass. The duvet was wrinkled in multiple places from just how tightly she had been gripping at it too, all while she eagerly raised and wiggled her behind against his thick fingers working in and out of her delightfully tight little backdoor. Hearing her moan in delight from having him do this to her, along with having her beg for another finger was so damned exciting. But even still, Mark knew not to get too ahead of himself just yet. She wasn’t quite ready for his cock, but she was close. It didn’t take too much longer before she was finally ready for the main event, but this time, Mark made her take the reins.

“Sit in my lap, you set the pace” He offered, or more like ordered. He was sitting upright with his back against the headboard in a comfy partially laid down position. His back was comfortably supported by plush pillows, so there was no worry about him getting fatigued in this position. He wouldn’t push or guide Megan at all either, he just simply held about her waist lightly and gently stroked along her sides soothingly.

Megan climbed into Mark’s lap, keeping herself lifted over his thick red spear. For a brief moment she considered backing out of this and not doing it, but he had taken the time and effort to make sure she was ready. There was a small part of her that was afraid, but that was just because of past experiences. Mark had more than proven he wasn’t her ex and he wouldn’t hurt her with this, quite the opposite in fact. He had made sure she enjoyed every step of the way, which was why the bigger part of that voice inside her was telling her to just sit on his dick and stop being such a bitch about it.

He felt the heat of her bare flesh kiss down against his tapered cocktip, while one of her soft hands held his length steady below herself. She knew not to just drop down onto him like she was a seasoned pornstar either, he had told her what to do. Mark watched her expression as she began her descent, the way her lips parted with a strangled gasp when his tip speared into her and began to stretch her open. Their eyes locked, though not a word was spoken, volumes were said. A lesser man would have given in to his baser urges at feeling such a tight inviting warmth sinking down over their cocks and immediately thrust up into it. Even Mark barely managed to resist that temptation, because he knew the price for doing so would be too high. His patience and perseverance eventually paid off when he felt Megan’s pert buttocks come to rest against his knot, after what felt like an eternity of lifting back up before sinking down a little further each time, she had finally managed to take him fully under her tail.

“How’s it feel?” Mark asked curiously, also with a note of concern. It spoke volumes to her that his primary concern was how she felt, not just how she felt around his cock either. Perhaps if her first time had been with him all those years ago, Megan might actually have preferred anal by now.

“Honestly…not bad, fucking full, that’s for sure, but certainly very different than I expected. Hurts a little…but considering you’re at least double the size of my ex, way less than he did” She replied uncertainly. “It’s fucking intense though, like…I can feel everything…every bump and vein, every nanometre of you in me…it feels electric” the calico feline huffed. When she began to stir her hips, her eyes closed and Megan bit down at the corner of her bottom lip to try stifle a heated gasp. “Holy fuck…” she groaned out at the wave of sensations washing over her.

“Take it slow, don’t hurt yourself” the big fluffy white dog gently suggested, it was taking everything for him to not just blow his load in her right then. Fuck she was tight, but the faces and noises she was making, goddamn they were so erotic they’d make the dead rise.

It was oddly intense and erotic, at the very least, downright passionate. There was no fast and rough fucking now, Mark just let Megan experience it all at her own pace. At least there was no worry of him going flaccid, she was clenching down on him so goddamn tight that his blood was basically being held hostage in his erection. For a long while she just sat in his lap, impaled on him and barely moving, because every slight adjustment felt overwhelmingly intense. At least at the start, once she got used to the feeling, Megan finally began to stir her hips with a slow grind against him, which made her eyes twitch and almost goat like baahs escape her when she groaned. She didn’t appreciate Mark laughing at her when she did that however, so of course he got a good few swats for his efforts. But it did at least help lighten the mood, which in turn helped her relax and subsequently made everything under her tail a lot easier to take. The sun had been up when they had first started, but now there was nothing but the star speckled night sky and the moon reflecting off the pond in front of their lodge to note the passage of time.

“I think…I think…” Megan began to pant suddenly, she had been slowly riding him, just a little. Barely lifting an inch or two up off his lap before slowly sinking back down, but even just that feeling turned out to be more intense than she could handle.

“Rub your clit, it’ll help you get over that edge” Mark suggested through grit teeth. He knew exactly what was happening, he could feel her clenching almost tight enough to sheer his cock off at the root. Megan did as told, her fingers barely glanced across her stiff little pearl, and she set herself off. With a groaning cry that sounded better suited to an Exorcist movie, the calico feline experienced her first anal induced orgasm…and everything went black.

When Megan finally awoke, it was still dark outside, and she was covered in a warm, dry blanket on a different and unruined bed. She grabbed her phone to check the time and saw it had been roughly forty-five minutes since she last saw what time it was. That had been not too long before she had climaxed, apparently, she had blown a fuse and blacked out for almost a half hour, in which time Mark had cleaned her up and carried her to a clean bed to sleep. The smell of stir-fried meat caught her nose, which made her stomach growl in hunger. She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast she suddenly remembered, having wanted to be prepared for…Mark. When she tried to sit up, Megan was quickly reminded of the reason she had blacked out, fuck her ass hurt, and that made her smile.

With the blanket wrapped around her still, Megan made her way downstairs towards the inviting smell of dinner cooking. Mark hadn’t noticed her just yet; he appeared to be listening to some music and humming along as he cooked dinner for them. “Hey…” Megan said softly, though loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Oh, hey there, did you survive?” the big dog asked with a smile.

“You let me sleep?” she pressed on after laughing at his question.

“Well, yeah. You were pretty out of it, though I suppose I could’ve ‘Weekend at Bernies’d’ it with your unconscious body” he said while pretending to seriously contemplate such a scenario.

“Did you…finish?” Megan asked with a blush, her curiosity having gotten the better of her.

“No, still got a few more minutes and it’ll be ready to eat” the oblivious dog replied while giving their dinner another stir.

“Not the food, jackass…you know…” the calico feline asked with a bright blush and a nod downwards.

"Oh…oh! No, but don’t worry about it. You did, that’s all I care about” Mark replied with a genuine smile. “Official whore status achieved?” he even dared to tease when he noticed her pout. At least that got a sort of smile from her, though something still seemed to be bugging Megan. “What’s wrong?” he gently asked, worried that he had somehow overstepped a line he never knew was there.

“I did it for you, so we could do something you liked for a change” she replied, seeming somewhat upset that Mark hadn’t cum from what they had just done.

“Are you kidding me? I did a whole lot of stuff I liked, honestly…way more stuff than I thought I ever would get to do with you” He replied honestly with raised brows and a look of genuine surprise.

“Really?” she asked with a touch of scepticism.

“Yeah, considering what you went through with your ex, I thought your butt was clearly off the table…which is saying something because you’re a feline, but still” he couldn’t help but tease. “Seriously though, you let me rim you, finger you and get my cock under your tail…that’s three things right there I wanted to do with you and got to actually do.”

This seemed to appease Megan a bit as she sat silently for a moment, mulling over what Mark had just said. She supposed from his point of view; he had gotten to do more than she had let him even try with her butt since they first started their physical relationship. “Okay, I’ll concede on that one…but we’re trying again, and next time you’re cumming in my ass mister, got it?” the calico feline stated firmly.

“Okay…” Mark replied with raised hands in surrender, along with a grin plastered on his muzzle. “So…does that mean you liked it?” he asked curiously.

“The jury is still out on that one…but for now, I’m willing to try again is all” Megan replied with a smile. That was a good enough answer for Mark, at least he hadn’t turned her off it completely. Maybe one day soon he would be able to really have some fun with that pert little feline behind. They still had one more night together, so there was no telling what else they would get up to before they had to return to their normal lives again.