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This story was written for Kemper as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

F is for First Taur

"Kemper, I... I'm so glad you're here."

Even rising up on his tiptoes, the six foot feline noticed just how much Molly had to bend down in order to wrap her arms around him and kiss him deeply upon the lips. They stood outside the door of the tiger-taur's apartment. They embraced, kissed passionately until Kemper had no breath left to give and was forced to draw back with a ragged inhalation of air. Their eyes met. They blushed, and Molly reached into the purse slung over her right shoulder, fishing for her keys. Both of them knew why they were here, why today of all days Kemper had been invited back to Molly's apartment after dinner, without even bothering to get drinks first. They didn't need alcohol to lubricate their feelings, to allow their desires to float more buoyantly and freely to the surface. They were both ready. Both eager. And yet, as Molly let them in and slipped inside, beckoning with a trembling paw for Kemper to follow, the sabretoothed feline couldn't help but feel woefully unprepared.

He followed Molly inside in spite of his nerves, and watched as the taur navigated her way carefully through the hallway of her apartment which had obviously not been designed with someone of her size in mind. Just like when she kissed him, she had to duck a little in order to keep her ears from touching the ceiling, and even the small side table that held a dish for her keys and a few others odds and ends protruded far enough out into the hallway to make it a tight squeeze as she wriggled her way past it. She was so big. So powerful. Yet in that moment, as she craned her neck around and twisted her upper torso so that she could look back at where he was still standing immediately in the doorway of her home, she looked vulnerable. Nervous. Desperate.

"Kemper? Is... i-is... everything okay?"

The sabretoothed cat frowned, and nodded as he moved forward towards her once again.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just... I'm nervous. I'm happy to be here with you. I'm so glad you want me to be. I'm just... I hope I'm... I don't want to let you down."

A strange expression crossed the taur's face. Not quite a smile, not quite a frown. She pushed open a door and ducked through it, only to presumably turn as her head appeared back out into the hallway a few moments later to regard Kemper once more as he slowly, bashfully approached.

"Let me down? Oh, Kemper. If you'd let me down in any way, you wouldn't be here right now. I... I don't bring men home because I hope they're gonna turn out to be decent people. I bring them home after I already know that they are. Now, do I need to go through the motions of offering you coffee or a night-cap first? Or, are we okay to skip all that, and move right to the part where I invite you into my bedroom?"

By the time she stopped talking, Kemper was right in front of her. She extended a warm hand, and he took it without hesitation, blushing deeply as he did so. She giggled, leaned forward and pecked him on the lips once again.

"Good. Because... well..."

She backed up, drawing Kemper through the doorway with her, giggling as he looked around and saw that the room in which they were now both standing was in fact Molly's bedroom.

"...I was really kinda anticipating that would be your answer."

The bedroom was large, and after a few seconds Kemper recalled Molly telling him that in fact she had swapped around the bedroom and living room areas of her apartment to give herself enough space to sleep comfortably. Now, he could see why. There was no bed in a conventional sense, which was probably a good thing as complete with frame that would only have left four or five feet of height in which Molly could shuffle her way in and out of it. Instead there were mattresses, probably six or eight of them, lying in two rows from end to end of about two thirds of the room. They were covered in a loose arrangement of sheets, and atop those were a lush array of cushions, pillows and other soft furnishings. It looked heavenly soft, and indeed had it not been for an even more incredible sight presenting itself soon after, Kemper might well have been tempted to throw himself down upon it right then and there.

Instead however, he found his gaze drawn to fresh movement within the room. He looked towards where Molly had moved a little further into the room, and blushed as she drew the curtains. Glancing over her shoulder in the now dim light, she nodded to the wall beside him and the light switch upon it. Kemper turned and switched it on, and by the time he looked back again Molly was already gripping at the bottom of her t-shirt and was in the process of swiftly, eagerly teasing it up and over her head. She giggled as she saw Kemper looking, then turning his head bashfully away as their eyes met.

"I've never met someone so eager and so shy all at once. Kemper, let's say it out loud okay? You're here to stay with me tonight. To... to sleep with me, and hopefully make sure that I don't actually get much sleep at all. You can look at me without my t-shirt on."

She tossed the now loose scrap of fabric aside, reached up and over her shoulders to unhook her bra behind her back. It too fell loose, and she giggled, gesturing at her chest when Kemper's eyes widened and he stared openly, not daring to look away now.

"You can look at my boobs. I like them. I hope you will too."

She jiggled her breasts playfully in her hands, and grinned as Kemper gave a soft, high pitched mewl of longing. Her smile faded slightly a moment or two later however, not because she wasn't happy, but because a new expression crossed her features. A more sincere, and urgent, pleading look as she twisted her tall, powerful body in a horseshoe shape, and gestured at her hindquarters with the shorts wrapped around her back legs and buttoned into place over the base of her tail.

"And... if you'll help me get these damned uncomfy things off, maybe I can start showing you why you have nothing to be nervous about. I might be a taur. I might be your first taur, Kemper. But... trust me when I tell you, I still want. I still need. I still ache l-like any other woman you've ever been with. Only... maybe a little more scaled up in the scope of my longings."

Half rushing, half stumbling forwards, Kemper's trembling hands fought with the button clasp around Molly's tail. She watched, smiling and blushing, not interfering as he puzzled it out with his simultaneously bashful and lust-stricken mind, and finally she cheered and clapped for him as they both felt the button pop loose after ten or fifteen seconds of essentially random wiggling. The taur kept on smiling even as she watched Kemper freeze for just a split-second, then make a choice. He took a breath, glanced up at her, and when he saw her beaming back at him the sabretoothed cat didn't even wait for the nod of approval she was preparing to give. He pulled down her shorts and watched as she kicked them aside, and took a step back, half respectful and half to get a better view, as Molly giggled, shivered happily, and raised her tail for him.

"See?"

She smiled as the sabretooth stared not in shock, but in that way a person stared when they were struck by the sight of something so captivatingly beautiful they could barely believe it.

"Doesn't look that unfamiliar, does it?"

Molly wiggled her hips, and she giggled once more as her gaze drifted down the length of Kemper's own body just in time to see the noticeable tent in his khakis give a definite twitch.

"Kemper?"

Their eyes met. The sabretooth male smiled and nodded curiously. Molly licked her lips, and slid across to the bed, giggling again as she rolled over onto it and shuffled through the pillows and cushions towards its centre, ensuring all the while that her rear end was facing her soon to be lover.

"Take off your clothes, Kemper. And... come join me. Trust me. Trust yourself. I... I know you know what to do."

The tigress purred loudly as she watched Kemper rather hurriedly strip down, and she let slip an audible moan as he tugged down his trousers and underwear together to reveal a cock not feline and barbed in nature, but betrayed a lineage of canine somewhere in Kemper's past.

"A-and, here was me thinking my body was going to be the one to surprise you."

Kemper grinned, and stepped up onto the bed, moving towards the taur. Before he reached her however, her hips raised off the bed and her hindquarters wiggling provocatively at him, he fell to his own knees. He found his face suddenly and deliciously close to her alluringly glistening nether regions, and as his hands moved forward to touch her, to explore the beautiful taur's large and powerful body within its most intimate reaches, he used his first tender touches to spread her apart as Molly gasped and purred approvingly. He parted her lips, spread them open before his wide eyed gaze, and growled under his breath as his wide eyes and hot, ragged breath fell upon the most large and sumptuous clit that he had ever seen.

"I want to learn what you like. Not because you're the first taur I've been with. Not just, anyway. I want to learn because, y-you're my first you. I've never been with you before, Molly. And after tonight, I... I want to make sure that whether I am again or not, I still tried. I still did everything I could to learn what you like. What makes you happy, and... maybe even what makes you scream."

He moaned, and he pressed his face against that throbbing, engorged clitoris. He wrapped his lips around it like it was a large and swollen nipple, and suckled. For a few moments, there was silence. For a few moments there was no reaction from the tiger taur's body whatsoever. Then, he heard a strangled, guttural grunt. He felt a tremor run through Molly's body, and he gasped, pulling away from her clit not out of worry or in any type of distaste, but simply shocked into the reaction as the tigress' pussy visibly clenched before his intimately close and wide eyed face, and splashed his features with a brief but potent gush of sweet, richly scented liquid.

A strangled mewl escaped the taur, and a moment later with a gurgle of his own delight and wonder Kemper was right back there putting lips to clit and ravaging it with suction once more. He flicked his rough tongue's tip over the quivering, throbbing nub, and Molly's repeated moans rose to a strangled wail for a moment. A second eruption of juices surged forth, and a few seconds later he heard her shriek his name in a tone that was equal parts strained and demanding, and filled with joyous gratitude.

"Kemper! O-oh god. Ohh my god, Kemper. M-most men don't even think, don't even try to... ooohhh yes, please... please don't stop. But, ah. Your fingers. Your hands. T-them too. I need something. I need something inside. Deep. Deep inside."

He kept on suckling at the taur's throbbing clit, but just as she had begged soon added two fingers of one hand between her legs just above where his muzzle was working. He slipped them in, and shuddered as he realised just how little two fingers must do for such a woman. His cheeks flushed, and he wasn't at all surprised when after barely ten or fifteen seconds of rubbing at her inner walls back and forth, round and around as best as he could get his digits to move, Molly pleadingly cried out to him once more.

"A-another."

He added a third finger, and quickened his pace to add a little something extra as well. Still though she wailed to him soon after.

"Another!"

Already he could see where this was going, but obediently he added a single finger more, trembling and moaning as she squirted and drooled more and more liberally over his muzzle while he kept on working at her needy clitoris. She waited longer this time, but he could feel her trembling with desire. With the need for what they both knew was going to come next. The tigress had told him that her longings were somewhat scaled up, and god had she not been kidding in the slightest. He took a deep breath, pulled back from her pussy, and spared Molly the need to ask him for what she wanted with a lustful plea of his own.

"Kemper, I..."

"Molly, can I try fisting you?"

He just said it. There was no way to be delicate about such things, at least none that his mind could conjure up in that moment, horny as he was. Her body was bigger than any woman he had ever been with, that was a simple fact. She had more capacity, more depth and breadth by far. Thus if four fingers weren't enough... what other choice was there if he wanted to see her satisfied by their foreplay, before he even attempted to satisfy her with his cock.

The question hung in the air not for minutes or hours, but for an eternally long three and a half seconds before a strained, frantic giggle escaped Molly's lips and she bowed her head in a fevered nod.

"Yes, Kemper. G-god yes, you can try. And then when you've stopped trying... y-you can just do it to me!"

With his face pressed to her clit and his muzzle suckling diligently once more, Kemper closed his left hand into a fist and raised it to strike. He could feel his heart pounding, and her heart pounding too through her throbbing clit. He pressed his knuckles to her pussy, and god... oh god it let him in so easily. There was no struggle. She was tight yes, but from squeezing, from contracting around him, the space itself was more than substantial enough to claim his entire hand in a matter of moments. Then more. And more, and... his eyes widened as he felt his arm being pulled in. Drawn forward as though by a powerful source of suction, wrist deep, mid-forearm deep, until before Kemper knew it he was staring at the inner flesh of his elbow joint hovering directly in front of his eyes.

"Oh Kemper. Ohh god, I... I knew. I told you that you had nothing to worry about. You know what I need. Y-you know."

Molly called out to the sabretoothed cat once again, but as his arm began to pump slowly in and out of her, Kemper heard a strangled cry replacing any further attempt at uttering coherent words. Soon he was moving his arm faster. Then faster still. His fist pistoned in and out of her so rapidly he had no choice but to pull his muzzle back from her clit before long in order to avoid the risk of elbowing himself in the forehead. That was okay though, because it left Kemper free to whisper and moan to her now that she was no longer able to do so to him.

"I don't know. I don't, Molly. But... I want to learn. I want to try. So, I'm gonna make you cum. I'm gonna use my whole arm to make you cum if that's what it takes. A-and then, oh god, Molly. Then I'm gonna fuck you, a-and... and I think that when I feel my knot swelling inside you so thick and so big that normally I wouldn't be able to move within a woman for an hour? I think I'm gonna keep on fucking you with that big, thick knot of mine, and... and I think you're gonna love it. Aren't you?"

He didn't necessarily expect an answer to his teasing growl, maybe a scream of a whimper of pleasure-ridden acknowledgement if he was lucky. When his answer came not only in a joyous wail from Molly however, but a gush of hot juices from all around his hard working arm, his face flushed with giddy pride.

"Y-yes!"

Kemper grinned, and though he still couldn't bring his muzzle close to the tigress' pussy with his arm still working in and out of her, he did lift his free hand from where it had been gently teasing at his cock for quite some time. He brought his fingers to surround her swollen clitoris, and as he listened to his arm slurping in and out of the powerful taur's body while she gasped and mewled in already potent pleasure, he began to massage the substantial nub of flesh firmly.

" Kemper! Oh, ohhhhh Kemper, y-yes... yes, I'm... oohh god, y-you're gonna... aaaahhh, gonna make me... yes! _Yes! Oooohhhhfuckyesssssssss, Kemper! _"

Dragging his forearm out of her as a gushing torrent of ejaculate followed it, Kemper wasted no time as the taur began to thrash, to quake and to violently squirt as she climaxed. He dragged himself to his feet, lunged forward over her, and pressed his cock immediately into her clutching depths. For minutes, since first kneeling upon the bed to the moment he began to tease her clit with his fingers, he had been rubbing his cock. Getting himself worked up enough for his knot to already begin to swell. And now, with that added girth to assist him, he began to fuck Molly even as she surrendered to the first climax he had granted her.

"Ohhfuck! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me Kemper, h-harder! Harder! Yes, yes yesssssss!"

He gripped at the hindquarters of her powerful body, and bucked with all the force and fury at his disposal. He flung himself down over her comparably huge form and gave the beautiful tigress everything he had. His fingertips dug into her sides as he felt hers tearing and scratching at the bedding below her, and as a fresh surge of ejaculate and yet more tight squeezes burst forth from her pussy as she seemed to pass straight from her first orgasm into a near instantaneous second, the sabretoothed cat realised something truly wonderful.

He had been so afraid of letting her down. So afraid that because he was just a biped, and that she was a taur... his first ever taur, he wouldn't be able to satisfy or even begin to please her in the ways he'd hoped to.

But, as she screamed and yowled in ecstasy around his knotted cock, as he felt her juices dripping down from his crotch and soaking the entirety of his left arm, Kemper now knew that was not the case.

Molly might have been his first taur, but his inexperience wasn't going to let her down. Now all that he had to do, was ensure that his stamina remained similarly able.

After all, as the tigress herself had admitted, her longings were somewhat scaled up compared to those of a bipedal woman.

"Oh Kemper, o-ohhh, Kemper! Don't stop. D-don't... don't let me stop. Please. Please, h-harder. Make me cum again! Please, let me cum a-aahhh... again. Now!"

Somewhat substantially scaled up, so it now seemed.

By Jeeves

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