Jumping for Joy
Jumping for Joy
By the Black Phoenix
Okay, second story, and this time, as promised, I took some time to revise/edit it. Hope you like.
The standard legality things and make sure you are comfortable with Roo-on-Roo action. If not, get out of Yiffstar, ya non-fur! XD
As the sun broke through the heavy dawn clouds, Kita cracked one eye open an inch, then slammed it shut as the brilliant light filled the room. She rolled over in her bed and tried to snuggle deeper into the dried grass. But soon the rest of the hut was busy with activity, and Kita knew that she must reluctantly join it. Rising from the straw, she shook her head a few times to clear out the remaining haze and started brush off straws from her fur. Catching her reflection in the bathing ditch, she slowly pirouetted, taking in the features and details of her body.
She was, by almost any standards, an above average female Kangaroo. Standing at about 5'10½", she had beige fur, short but soft, like felt. A dark, chestnut streak ran down her spine tapering along with her tail, an elegant 4 foot long swipe of tan. She had the right curves, with slightly wide hips, a narrow waist, and a good sized bust, about a 36 D. Measurement of one's body was discouraged as being vain by most of the village, but the younger girls inevitably get together to compare the sizes of their breasts, and Kita had little doubt the boys did the same thing with their "maleness". Kita was glad that her breasts were large, but not huge, like some other girls'. She had watched them, and while they got quite a few amorous looks standing still, their jumps were so affected by the extra weight that they could barely maintain balance.
Kita's face was long, but solid, not some wisp of a thing. It made it much easier to talk to people, who would pay more attention when there was something substantial to look at. Unfortunately, on the rare occasions when males and females were able to talk, her face was rarely the substantial thing the boys were paying attention to on Kita.
Finishing her inspection, Kita hopped out of her dusty room and into the main hall. Her family shared their wooden longhouse with another, and they often passed each other coming and going. This morning, the room was full of members from both families kicking up dirt and filling the log beam eaves with noise. There was Kita's mother, Hera, and her father, Bolsho. Kita imagined that back in his younger days, Bolsho had probably been a very alluring name and a good tool for her father. But now, in his later years when he was settled down with a mate and children, Bolsho seemed a far too comical and youthful name for her stern father, like seeing a grown man carrying a slingshot or a sack of Jawbreakers. Still, it was a minor oddity, and he was only teased about it by his family, and then only seldomly.
Kita also spotted her younger sister, Era, bounding around, full of youthful vigor. Era was shorter than Kita, only about 5'6" but she made up for it in gutsiness. She would often torment Kita until she chased her, and the two would tear around the house in a whirlwind of energy. Era was a light tan, almost crème color, and she had dark, mahogany cuts on her face, making for an interesting appearance. Era was only 14 to Kita's 18, but Kita knew that soon Era would be looking at the boys the way Kita had begun to at that age, and was actually interested to see how she would deal with her new emotions. Kita wouldn't put it past Era to simply walk up to the boy she found most attractive and kiss him in front anyone who happened to be there.
And, speaking of cute, here came Jonas. Jonas was the oldest son of the family that shared the long house, and he was only a year older than Kita. He was tall, 6' even, and his fur was a deep, red auburn. He had three brown streaks running down his back in even divisions, with the two outside ones being the same in length and the middle the longest, going halfway down his magnificent tail, five feet if it was an inch. His underside was only marginally lighter than the top, and Kita easily thought she would lose sight of him in a sunset. Kita suddenly blushed upon realizing how much she knew about him, and they were only casual friends.
Or, at least, they had been casual friends. As of late, he had been getting more, there, for lack of a better term. Kita saw him more, and whether this was because he was presenting himself more often or if she was just noticing him more, she didn't know. But, all the same, Kita enjoyed the new-found presence. Somehow, she was more reassured when he was around, and often, she would feel a sudden bolster of confidence, and only later would she realize that Jonas had been near. In addition, she had been thinking of him more often in private as well. On those ever so frequent occasions, when Kita would sneak out and go find a secluded patch of high grass to lie down in, she would be thinking of him. And as she slowly began to rub her pussy, steady and rhythmic, she would imagine him talking to her. And as she began rubbing faster, her hand and fingers soon flying over her open and exposed cunny, nimbly pleasuring herself, she would imagine Jonas embracing her, kissing her deeply and passionately. And finally, as she reached her peak, her fingers plunging into her cunt, savagely trying to climax herself, she would imagine Jonas loving her, holding her, penetrating her. She would explode inside, soon drenching her paw in juices, and as she lay there gasping, staring at the stars, her hand still near her now throbbing pussy, she would try to recall the excellent fantasies...
Kita snapped out of her reverie and looked again at Jonas, who was approaching her. "Hey," he said, not a casual hey but a inviting hey, asking for more, pleading for a conversation. "Hey," she replied. He seemed to pause for a minute, thinking something over, and had opened his mouth to speak when Kita heard her mother. "Kita, come eat breakfast before you have to go to the market!" They stared for a minute, and then Kita sighed and gestured emptily with her hands, and Jonas nodded understandingly. But their respective eyes said otherwise. They longed for more, to speak, to bond, and share whatever they could.
It was towards the evening now, and the sun was sinking slowly into the earth, seeming to disappear just so it could re-appear tomorrow in a burst of splendor. Kita had finished the chores, including the groceries, the cleaning and the bathing. Her fur now free of the day's dust and grime, she felt temporarily renewed, and decided to take a walk. "I'm heading out for a bit," she called to her parents, "I'll be back in a little while."
"O.K., but be careful, and stay inside the perimeter. You know how those cheetahs like to roam at this hour." Kita knew about the Cheetahs; there wasn't a Roo in the village that didn't. They were savage Anthros, sleek and fast, but cruel. They would kill any males they found for food, and many horrors abounded for young girls as to how the Cheetahs would first rape young women Kangaroos they came across, sometimes keeping them as sextoys for a while, sometimes not, but the stories always ended up with the victim being eaten. Oddly enough, in her older years, around 16, Kita began to actually enjoy this idea. The eating was unpleasant, but the idea of being raped, and then made into a sextoy, was oddly intriguing. To be dominated so completely and efficiently, helpless in her master's grip, Kita got a rush from even the idea. But as erotic as she found them, Kita's thoughts scared her a little. Such ideas were unthinkable in the little town, and Kita knew she would never be able to live out such a fantasy.
Kita slowly meandered through the town, and soon found herself heading into the large area of scrub brush, still safely inside the confines of the perimeters, but thick enough to offer seclusion from the hustle and bustle of the town. There was a full moon out tonight, and Kita was easily able to see. As she continued strolling, her thoughts drifted, as they inevitably did when she didn't monitor them, to Jonas. She became caught up in his fur, his supple form, muscular but not grotesque. She was soon slightly damp down there, and decided that it was one of those nights.
Veering of the trail, she looked for a good place to hide. She wasn't worried about anyone being out here, but the idea that she was concealed, separated from other people usually helped her concentrate. She had almost located a good spot when she heard a sound. She froze. It was a branch sway. On this warm and windless night, none of the other trees and bushes were moving, but Kita had heard one. Like something pushing it's way through the brush. The branches here were too high for any of the animals to reach, so it had to be someone, another Anthro. There is no way the Cheetahs could be here she thought. The perimeter guards would keep them out. But she silently knew that this was what she feared most, and was paralyzed. She heard another snap, a twig this time being broken, and decided that she needed to hide, regardless of her terror. She lay down and waited.
After only a few minutes, the footfalls and sounds stopped, only a few yards away from Kita by the sound of it. Then she heard a grunt. It was low and guttural, and it echoed with exertion. Her curiosity aroused, Kita weighed her options. As long as she had the head start, she would be able to out run the cheetah. She knew the stories of their incredible speed, but this was brambles, not open plain. If she got enough of a lead, she would cover the small amount of open grassland between the scrub and village before the cheetah had cleared the thicket. Silently, she edged closer to the sound, and soon came upon a clearing, the grasses bent and matted down, creating a circle protected by tall foliage. Inside the circle, Kita could make out a figure, lying on their back. They seemed to be concentrating. Kita crept closer.
It was only as a cloud moved from the moonlight that she could see clearly. She was halfway between the circle wall and the figure, and now looked at it with better light.
Jonas was lying down, legs raised with his feet on the ground, flat on his back, his eyes screwed shut. Kita was surprised to see him, and was about to berate him for scaring her, when she noticed what he was doing. Jonas's long, hard penis was fully erect, standing at nine inches, and he was stroking at it at a fairly steady pace. He would grunt intermittently, and Kita could see the sheen of the moonlight off the pre already covering his shaft. Suddenly, she lost all self-restraint, and moved closer, Jonas still unaware to her presence.
Kneeling down softly next to him, she bent over and leaned her face in towards his engorged member. She had never had sex before, not even kissed passionately, but when she was 15, she had accidentally walked in on her Mother and Father having sex. Her mother was giving a blowjob to her mate at the time, and Kita, again unseen, had watched from the door, head cautiously peeking out as her parents continued in their antics. She had filed the lessons of that night in her memory, imagining they would be useful when she finally did mate. Now, she recalled the motions her mother had made, the dipping, bobbing, rising and swaying that had elicited groans from her father.
Ensuring that Jonas was still unaware of her presence, Kita lowered her head a few more inches and waited until he was working down towards the base of his cock. She opened her mouth, inhaling a little, her heart beginning to race. But she didn't give her mind time to stop her and plunged her mouth onto Jonas's hot rod. She had to consciously remind herself not to use her teeth, and just in time, catching herself mid bite. Jonas was evidently deeply entombed in pleasure, because he didn't even notice the new sensation being added to his movements, only seemed to accept that somehow it was there. Kita lapped her tongue across Jonas's head and shaft, tasting his salty pre-cum, surprised slightly but not disgusted. Soon, she was bobbing her head up and down his cock, blowing on the way down and sucking on the way up. Jonas quickly let his hands fall to the ground, and let Kita take over. She would swallow every few strokes, and savored the thick fluid going down her throat.
Kita had been sucking Jonas off for about 5 minutes when a dead branch suddenly chose to fall nearby. The noise was loud enough to snap Jonas back to full consciousness, and he looked down at himself, surprised to see Kita, already preparing to form a greeting, when he noticed what she was doing. She looked at him with her eyes, staring intently, not questioning whether to continue, only speaking gently. Lie back, enjoy this...
Jonas listened, and his brain now reconnected with the pleasure that was building in his body. He suddenly felt a spark, staring at the base of his spine, tracing along his body, until it exploded in his head. His penis twitched, and he automatically reached down and grabbed Kita's head, shoving his cock deep into Kita's throat, his cum now pumping out into her, as she swallowed rapidly, her larynx squeezing his shaft, trying to keep up with the thick stream of seed flowing down her throat. She finally lost the battle, choking and spluttering as Jonas allowed her to back off of his cock, which was still squirting a little.
"Kita..." Jonas began. He had no idea what to say next, but that didn't matter, because she put a finger to his mouth, silencing him, and pointed to a log stump on the edge of the clearing. Understanding, he got up and led her over to it, meeting her mouth for deep, passion-filled kisses, his tongue locking with hers, wrapping around it. They reached the stump, and Jonas sat down, his penis slowly retreating into it's sheath. Kita kneeled and started massaging his member, arousing both him and herself. She shifted, using her right hand to continue fondling his furry balls, and let her left hand slip lower, vanishing into her dripping slit and rubbing vigorously.
Soon Jonas was fully erect, and Kita marveled at his size. Normally, the large-cocked males were jocks, not quite and respective like Jonas. The heat from his engorged member was radiant, and Kita could feel it even in the warm night air. Standing up, Kita knew she wanted his sex in her. She wanted him to fuck her, and nothing was going to hold her back. Straddling his legs, Jonas realized what was happening a second before it happened.
He felt it as the head of his cock touched her wet entrance, parting the fur and then the smooth lips of her pussy. She continued to lower herself, intent on impaling her body on his large, red cock. Soon he was halfway in, and Kita felt her hymen break. Pain suddenly sprang fort, but soon an immense pleasure emerged to cover it. He was so big! Slowly, she continued stuffing his massive shaft into her small cunt, gasping as he went deeper and deeper. Jonas groaned, his slick cock barely making it in to Kita's tight cunny, his heat filling her and her heat scalding him. He reached around and grabbed her breasts, furry and firm, and squeezed. Kita almost yelped from the sudden extra stimulation, but soon took to his gentle kneading, mashing her breasts together, fondling the nipples.
After a few minutes of sliding down Jonas's massive length, Kita reached the bottom, and felt amazing. He filled her so completely, so fully, as she had never been filled before. He was absolutely huge, and Kita felt her walls stretch and undulate to accommodate the new package. Slowly, she pushed down with her legs, gripping his cock with her walls, and feeling her feet touch the soft earth. She began to rise, feeling the pressure recede slightly, until she lifted her legs, sinking onto him again, spearing her tender body onto his gigantic shaft. She repeated this process, slowly push up, sink back down, pushing farther and farther up, until she finally reached the top and took him all over again. She started moving faster now, her slick cunt juice mixing with his pre-cum, making a perfect Lubricant, allowing her to slide along his cock, again and again. He continued to mash her breasts, and then let his hand rove her body, squeezing her in all the right places. She finally stretched one arm back and gripped his head for balance, then took her other hand and started slowly rubbing her clit, feeling his shaft slide into her and hilt repeatedly. The clit rubbing and massive fucking were enough for Kita, and she felt Jonas tense as the bottom of his shaft ran along her fingers as she stimulated herself. Then, a slight shift from Jonas, unexpected by Kita, and her world exploded into stars. Using a trick his old man had imparted to him during one of their "birds and the bees" conversations, Jonas had angled his hips so that his next penetration rubbed against the top of Kita's vaginal walls, and he rubbed straight across her g-spot.
Kita couldn't hold any longer. She let go, and felt the warmth rush through her body, culminating in a gush of juices from her pussy. The sudden contraction of all her muscles, coupled with her fingers along the underside of his cock, defeated Jonas, and he unloaded into Kita. She felt his massive shaft quiver, then launch thick, ropy shots of hot roo-cum deep into her, not stopping, filling her and filling her, until their combined juices flowed out around Kita's lips and the base of Jonas's cock, covering his furry balls in sticky wetness. They stayed together for a few minutes, Kita letting Jonas's still hard cock fill her, Jonas letting Kita's tight walls squeeze his shaft, milking it for the last of his seed. Then Kita stood up, cum flowing out of her opening and drenching Jonas's cock and balls. She smiled, and knelt again to clean him of, licking his sheath and scrotum clean. He in turn laid her on the stump and let his long tongue slurp juices from her cunt, until they were both clean. They embraced, kissing, and then walked back together, separating just as they came insight of the village, Jonas going in his front door, Kita in hers, a wry smile on both of their faces as they recollected the night's most wondrous events.
Thanks for reading, and post any comments or suggestions. I'll only learn if I get beaten down first! (No kicking, though...)