Discovery
#1 of Kelly's story
OK Warnings...This is an origional fiction that I did on the way home from visiting my folks. It does involve an underage girl so if that squicks you turn back now. I didn't do this to be sick, this is just how the story wrote itself. I do have more ideas and hope to keep it updated. With that out of the way enjoy the story =).
- * * I often wonder if I knew the signs if I would stop it. Would I say "No" or would I run out. In fairness it was their fault as much as my parents but I'm getting ahead of myself here. My name is Kelly and I'm a sex-addict. No I don't use the word nymphomaniac as I find the word to mean different things to different people. Sex-addict is blunt and to the point. I am a 20 something who is a rainbow red furred hybrid with a white triangle running from under my breasts with the tip stopping over my belly button. Since I am a hybrid my exact heritage is unknown, primarily because the research that created me and my "siblings" was shunt down and the records confiscated. The only distinguishing features I have are black cat ears and fox gloves on my hands and feet. When I was "rescued" from a lab as a kit, being around 9 years old, I was fostered with a human family who lived in a closed community outside town. Three of my litter sisters were also sent there and we were encouraged to get together often and ended up being our own little pack as time went on. Things started taking a weird turn when I turned 14. My dad who is not all that much older than me, being 20 when he and his girlfriend took me in, started looking at me weird. I shrugged it off though as both my litter mates Cathy, a chocolate hybrid who in looks resembled a panda, and Kristian, a pearl white furred lupine, started saying their parents had both show similar signs. Kristian, who was the oldest by about a year said it was because their bodies were changing because they were going through puberty. It should be noted that society, while not being thoroughly open about sex, was open enough that sexual questions were answered pretty honestly. So the fact that she knew this didn't come to much of a shock. After she gave us the rundown on what we had to look forward to, ie.: hormones, bleeding, growth spurts in odd places, we chuckled and swore we would keep each other informed. A couple of days later is when the first incident happened. I will admit I started this one. My dad came home early one day just in time to see my mom off to the store. It was the beginning of the month so it was bill paying time as well as grocery restock. When mom left dad asked if I had talked with "my girls" as he called Kristian and Cathy and I nodded telling him about the last chat we had about puberty. He nodded and I could see him blushing as I talked. I chuckled and asked him about it to which he leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair, a sign he was nervous, and said he had often dreaded talking to me about sex. This left me puzzled as my parents are usually pretty open about a lot of things. When I asked him why he admitted that the main reason was he thought I growing up to be an attractive young woman. I grinned and leaned over giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying that was sweet of him to say. I could see his blush deepen and got a bit worried as he tried to stand up and excuse himself. Unfortunately when he stood up the reason for his discomfort was literally right in front of my face. As he turned to leave I grabbed his pant leg and he stopped turning around. "Kelly please let go." "What is so bad that you can't explain it?" I asked. I know enough about biology to know what was going on with his body. He was aroused sexually which, since that was to topic we had been discussing, seemed like it should be a logical conclusion. Unfortunately they hadn't covered masturbation yet and I knew enough about mating to know he needed a female and mom wasn't around. After sighing he took my hand and moved it from his pant leg. "Some things just aren't meant to be taught by parents." he said and made his way to their room. Now usually this would end the conversation, but the fact that a person who had always answered my questions before was now openly running from one got me to thinking. One feature in our home that always made me giggle was the bedroom doors. My dad had installed doors that you would normally find in a restaurant. You've seen these before, they have a circular bit of glass in them near the upper middle of the door. Well with curiosity getting the better of me I waited until the door clicked shut and snuck back to peek into the window. I should point out I had seen my dad naked before coming out of the shower. It didn't seem to rattle him to much though it did happen not long after I was taken in so I'm sure sexual thoughts were the last thing on his mind. We just giggled and chalked it up to bad timing. This time when I looked through the glass I saw him a bit differently. He was laying on his back rubbing something over his hands he still had his shirt on but his pants and underwear were off and sitting on the edge of the bed. After a moment of rubbing his hands together he wrapped one of his hands around his penis and started running it up and down. Now keep in mind as I said before masturbation was a new concept to me.I hadn't tried it yet and honestly didn't know much about sex as a whole, only the bits and pieces studied in class. And here in front of me was a man I had known for 5 years, and up until now who had always been supportive of my curiosity, lying on his back moaning and rubbing himself. I fidgeted outside worried about him. He was starting to shake and the moaning was getting louder, to the point I was certain he was in pain. I checked the door knob and found in his haste he had forgotten to lock it. When I did I heard him cry out and that was all it took. I opened the door and darted in. He was so surprised he removed his hand and tried to sit up. Unfortunately for him he had come close to orgasm and stopping cold turkey like that sent pain though his groin. He fell back putting his hands over his face and almost howling in pain. I went quickly by him and asked what I could do to help. "DON'T ask PLEASE." he managed to get out between shivers. Without thinking my hand wrapped itself around his penis and I continued the motion he had been doing. The effect was pretty instantaneous as he stopped howling loudly and resumed his moaning trying to twist away from my hand. Unfortunately it was to late. His back started to arch as he moaned loudly and a white thick fluid started leaking from his penis. Thinking I was hurting him I removed my hand but he just grabbed it and looked at me."Please don't stop." I nodded and continued as he closed his eyes and continued to moan. I looked down at his penis again and saw that the white liquid was coming out faster and dad's breath was getting more labored. I started feeling my hands get slick as the liquid started coating my hand fur and to make up for it I moved my hand faster. That was all it took. My dad shuddered gripped the bed sheet as his orgasm hit. The liquid spurted out strongly and ended up coating my hand before it was done. After a moment he moved his hand to mine and moved it off his penis. As he rested on the bed I looked at my paw and in typical cat fashion licked it to try and groom it. It was then I first tasted human semen. It tasted a bit salty, not to strong though and it left an odd feeling in my stomach. Still the taste wasn't too disagreeable so I continued to lick my paw clean and when I was done I turned to look at dad who was staring at me. "Not even your mother does that", he said as if entranced. I looked at him curiously, "Does what?" I asked. Dad blushed and nodded toward my hand, "tastes it, she never has in all the times we have made love. How does it taste?" I looked at him kind of funny and shrugged. "A little salty, not to bad though." He nodded and looked at his clock. Mom would be gone for two hours and it had only been about thirty minutes. "Would you mind if I asked you something?" I wasn't sure what he was going to ask but a warning bell started to sound somewhere. Unfortunately curiosity does tend to get the better of cats so I asked him what it was. "Could I see what you taste like?" I blinked. I don't know how he intended to do this since I know I don't have a penis. He grinned, apparently sensing my thoughts and sat up. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. "Of course daddy why?" He patted the bed next to him. "Sit down and I'll show you what I meant by tasting you." I shrugged and sat next to him. He laid his hand on my thigh and moved it up over the lip of my pants. I felt his hairless hand on my stomach and had to admit it felt...different. He then tried slipping his hand between my body and underwear but chuckled as he found it to tight. "Kelly could you take your pants off please or this will never work." I nodded and undid the fly on my pants and pushed them off kicking them to the floor. Dad smiled at me and said "Now just lie down." I slowly did feeling a bit awkward but I felt his and petting my leg again and just relaxed. In a moment he had moved from the top of my thigh to the inside and it was then I knew this was uncharted territory for me. After a moment of feeling off from him petting my thigh I felt him move aside the part of my underwear that covered my pussy. I always giggled at that term, I don't know why but I think since part of me is feline and in some places they call cats pussies it always seemed funny to me for a pussy to have a pussy. I didn't know what to expect but I'm fairly sure it wasn't what he did. Instead of just using his hand like I had he nestled his head between my legs and licked me. I shot up as a rush went straight up my spine. I looked down at him and he just grinned turning his attention back to my pussy lips and this time traced a circle around them with his tongue. I stuttered a howl which I'm sure must have sounded like the oddest noise ever, but that didn't stop him. Next he surprised me even more by sticking his tongue inside me and licking. I squirmed on the bed and gripped the sheets hard as he continued to lap at me. I started to get lost when I felt he tongue pull out and something more firm move in. I couldn't tell what it was at first only that it was...wiggling? Then it hit me, he had a finger inside me. I felt his finger, and occasionally his fingernail, brush along the insides of my body making me feel electric. He did this for several minutes before pulling the finger out. I tried to reach down to have him put it back in but he moved my hand to my belly. "Now the fireworks really begin." I tried to look up to see what he meant but felt it before I could. He was sucking something, something that made me feel like my crotch was on fire. I arched my back and he took full advantage moving a hand underneath and holding me in that position. I wailed in heat as he continued to suck on me and felt the muscles in my groin start to tighten. It was then he played his trump card. He slid his finger inside me again, just a little bit. I felt him wiggling it around and then he pulled it out. As my head started to spin I felt that finger again somewhere I never expected. I screamed as he ground his finger against my pucker pushing it in enough to help me climax. What he hadn't expected was me sitting up. When the shock wave hit me I sat straight up and instinctively hugged his head close as his tongue started lapping against my pussy. This action though buried his finger deep and made me howl out loud. It also made him howl as It bent his finger in a rather unhealthy direction. He made sure to help me come down slowly though and then after a moment of just sitting we took stock of the situation and got dressed. As he called Mom with an excuse of us roughhousing and his finger being the casualty I quickly straightened out the bed. When mom got home we went to the hospital and no one was the wiser.