Fun Over the Kitchen Sink
_This is my first attempt at a first-person POV story. I don't think I need to make any warnings here. If you weren't of legal age of majority, you wouldn't even be here, now, would you?
Darron (c) Me
Felicity (c) Stephanie K._
It was just your average late-fall evening in south-central Washington state. It was chilly (which I like), but sleeting outside (which I don't like, because it means ice tomorrow).
I was sitting out in the living room watching the Sunday night football game in my undershirt and some sweatpants. No jersey; I'm not exactly a fan of the Steelers or Ravens. I'm Darron, a bear. Part polar, part grizzly. Long story. Felicity, a lovely moose cow and my wife of a bit under a year, was upstairs getting dressed down for a quiet evening in. We'd had enough merriment for the previous week, with Thanksgiving and all. We were content before the coming work week to decorate for the holidays in the day, and relax tonight. She was lingering a little longer than normal, but I thought nothing of it. If she still wasn't down by halftime, I'd just go up after her.
About half-way through the second quarter, I felt a soft breeze behind me as Felicity passed me going into the kitchen. I craned by head that way not long after to see what she was up to. When I looked, I saw her working away at the dishes. The flash of milky-beige fur revealed she had an apron on...and nothing else. Though she was trying to hide it with her busy work, I could tell by the way she pressed her hips to the counter and the way she kept her tail up that she was looking to do something other than domestic work.
I licked my lips quietly. This game isn't that important to me, I thought. I left the TV on, and crept over to her. I loosened my sweatpants, my erection already growing inside, the loose material not restricting it in any way. When I got behind her, I pushed them off my hips.
As my belly rubbed against the small of her back, my arms coming around her, I heard her sigh softly. "What took you so long, Darron?" she asked me.
"I was gonna ask you the same, baby," I replied. I lowered my head and kissed firmly on the side of her neck, my hands under her apron, one paw rubbing her lean belly, the other grasping a firm breast, gently pinching the nipple between my thick fingerpads. My belly fit perfectly against the small of her back, and my cock pressed into her rump, my balls bumping against her already-wet mound fur.
"Don't make me wait, Papa Bear," she said. "I need you. Right here, right now."
I crouched a bit and guided my plump flare to her labia. With a groan, I wrenched my hips upward, plunging my cock inside her until my hips ground flush on her rump.
Felicity moaned as I slipped deep inside her. I didn't bother with a rubber, never did. We weren't trying to have a baby, but we weren't exactly trying not to.
I wasted no time, grasping onto my wife's hips and wrenching my hips back and forth, pushing up inside her over and over, feeling her tight moose sex squeeze upon me. I nuzzled into her blond hair, panting into it as one of her hands reached up and behind my head, stroking through my head fur right where the brown fur down my back began. Her other hand grasped the partition between the sink and the drainer. I wiggled out of her hold and ground on her ass as I took off my undershirt, pressing my belly and chest fur against her back again as I resumed our mating.
She rippled her pussy down my thick cock over and over as I kept rocking into her, just a nice, vigorous rutting. My fat flare nearly tapped her cervix; in some positions, I can push against it. I just kept pushing into her over and over, grunting lustily in her ear, hearing her moan in reply.
As I slowed down, feeling the rush and twinge in my prostate as my orgasm neared, she cooed softly in my ear, "Don't stop, Papa Bear... ooohh... stuff me full of your cubs..."
I huffed softly in her ear. "mmmmm, baby... you know...both our species only have one at a time..."
I could sense her grinning as she ground her ass particularly firmly into my pelvis. "Do I look like I care?"
I pushed her forward and down a bit more and growled, planting a paw on her back to hold her down like that as I dug my other meathook into her hip and rutted her harder. I ploughed her fields vigorously, blowing through the warning signs as I moaned out throatily in growing pleasure, making her cry out higher and higher.
As I went over the edge, I did as I usually do. I ground into her ass hard and cried out throatily, my cock lurching inside her, spitting thick ropes of my potent cum against the bottom of her womb. I ground against her a good 20-30 seconds, long after I finished cumming, before slipping out of her and turning her to kiss her lips deeply. It was a couple more minutes before my seed began to leak out of her. By then, she was in my lap in the living room, grinding against me as we made out, awaiting my next erection so we could go again.
Little did I know my little swimmers would find a target-rich environment. About four weeks later, Felicity figured out she'd been late for a while. She's due for our first child on August 29.