Silly, Sexy Sally
Sometimes Sally has urges. Silly, playful, sometimes sexy urges. Thankfully, she has a very fun-loving and understanding girlfriend who is more than happy to indulge her.
This vignette was written for Ebni as his patreon flash fiction reward for July 2018. It contains F/F sex between consenting adults, and romantic silliness. :3
Silly, Sexy Sally
Sometimes Sally had the strangest urges. Things she felt compelled to do, or at least to ask her lover if she would humour her by allowing her to do. Two weeks ago the otter had bought them both fries and milkshakes from McDonalds, and for the first time since she was a kid she had sat in front of the TV in her underwear and dunked the fries in the cool strawberry liquid while watching cartoons, grinning with absolutely unabashed glee as she saw the woman she loved merrily engrossed and enjoying the snack too. Just days ago Sally had attempted to see if she could paint with her feet like an artist she'd seen a documentary about on TV who had continued to ply his craft after breaking both arms in a freak accident. The results hadn't exactly been Van Gogh level in quality, but it had been a thoroughly entertaining experience. And, today... just a few hours ago in fact, Sally had been struck by another one of her silly but irresistibly fun sounding ideas. An idea so silly that she had almost passed it off as one of those that probably wasn't even worth the effort of trying to explain to her girlfriend, but which for some reason she had allowed herself to do so.
And which, for reasons of her own utterly unknown to Sally, Ceilidh had agreed to.
"You wanna do it now?"
Ceilidh scrambled up onto the bed, giggling as she unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the bedroom floor. The lioness fell forward onto all fours just moment later, looking back over her shoulder and lifting her tail, wiggling her plump rear end clad in a pair of pale blue pantie-shorts at the blushing, trembling and eagerly, hurriedly stripping otter. Sally moaned and nodded happily as she too peeled off her bra and tossed it aside, hooking thumbs around her own underwear and rendering herself fully nude just moments later. She raced over to the bed, practically vaulted up onto it, but paused in awed excitement when she saw Ceilidh lower her shoulders down to the bedding so that her arms were left free, able to reach back up the length of her body and tease fingers around the waistline of her own underwear. Her heart raced, and she watched in reverence as the lioness teased down not all of her panties, but just the rear, flashing her rounded, fluffy furred rump to Sally's eager eyes.
"C'mon..."
Blushing and giggling as she saw Sally staring in glee at her bare ass, Ceilidh wiggled it from side to side in what she hoped was a tempting manner.
"...you wanted my butt, here it is. Do your thing."
She wasn't being flippant, she wasn't trying to hurry Sally along because she wanted this to be over. She was doing it because she knew that despite Sally getting embarrassed by the silliness of some of the requests she made, they truly did make the otter happy. And, if Ceilidh could make the woman she loved happy with something so simple and harmless as this, that brought her a great deal of joy too. Thus her voice was kind, supportive and encouraging. Her enthusiasm was sincere, and so too was the soft moan that escaped her as she felt Sally shuffling closer, as she felt the otter straddling her lower legs where they were propping her ass up in the air, and then... finally...
"O-ohh, I'm... I'm doing it, Ceilidh..."
Leaning forward, placing her chin gently upon the lioness' lower back, Sally moaned back at Ceilidh as she did what it was that her brain hadn't been able to stop thinking about for hours upon hours. She pressed her breasts against the lioness' buttocks, not just gently but with pressure enough to feel both women's flesh jiggle and compress slightly against one another, and wrapped the arm not supporting her breasts around Ceilidh's upper thighs in order to hold herself there, to hold them both in that position for as long as whatever it was her heart and mind hoped to get out of this would take to achieve.
Ceilidh giggled after just a few moments, wiggling her tail and feeling it brush against the otter's neck.
"Your nipples are hard. I can feel them."
Sally's face flushed crimson, but she nodded and planted a soft kiss on the base of her lover's spine.
"Y-yeah. They are."
The lioness purred softly, and waited for a few moments longer to see if Sally would confess to what was obviously hanging in the air as an insinuation from that prior comment. When she didn't, Ceilidh asked outright.
"Is it turning you on? Does... d-does feeling your nipples rubbing against my ass make you feel sexy? Does it make you hot?"
She felt Sally shudder, and a tremor of excitement ran down the lioness' own spine in that same instant as the otter let slip a ragged, breathy whimper.
"Yeah. M-my tits. Your butt..."
Ceilidh's blush deepened in tandem with her lover's own, and again the lioness let slip a moan of her own growing excitement, as much from hearing Sally confess to being turned on as anything else.
"Jiggle them for me. Against my ass. Jiggle your boobs. I'll shake my ass. Let's feel them wiggle and rub together, hmm? Let's see how that makes my Sally feel."
Their bodies began to move, to gyrate and wiggle just like Ceilidh had prompted. She looked back over her shoulder, and giggled as she saw the look on Sally's face as the otter felt her breasts bouncing, jiggling and rubbing more firmly and playfully than ever up against Ceilidh's own wiggling backside. Even through her lush brown fur Ceilidh could see Sally's face getting hotter and hotter, redder and redder. She could see the otter's eyes bulging and rolling in their sockets in obvious delight, and couldn't resist further teasing her obviously horny, worked up girlfriend just a little more.
"More. Touch me more, Sally. Rub your titties all over my butt. Let me feel your nipples. Let me feel your beautiful boobs all over my ass."
The more exaggerated and playfully wild her encouragement grew though, the more sincerely overwhelmed Sally seemed to grow. Though her lower body was quite some way away and not making the slightest contact with the lioness, Ceilidh swore it felt like Sally's breasts were humping against her like they were rutting, like they were lost in the throes of pleasure to such an extreme that mindless, feral bucking and grinding was preferable to the time or rational thought required to seek out a harness and dildo with which to more properly work one another. Before long in fact Ceilidh felt her own still partially panty-clad nether regions dampening as Sally began to grunt and whimper in frantic desire, rubbing and wriggling breasts and buttocks together more and more urgently still at the lioness' own insistence. Her lover's enthusiasm was always infectious, and it was one of the things that Ceilidh adored most of all about her sweet Sally. But this, this was a whole new degree of extremes. Sally wasn't just turned on, she was utterly possessed. She looked so worked up, so desperate and frenzied as she grunted and rubbed boobs to butt with shameless enjoyment that it was almost as though the pleasure she was experiencing was far more than such playful, silly actions should possibly have been able to provoke.
It was almost like she was losing control.
Almost like she was out of her mind with the pleasure and arousal of their bodies wriggling and rubbing as they were.
Almost like the otter was about to...
"O-ohh... oh my god, Sally..."
Ceilidh saw a look cross her girlfriend's face that she knew all too well. A look she cherished more than almost anything else on this earth, but which on this occasion more so than almost any other filled her with wonder as well as joy. Sure enough, just moments later the wide eyed, open muzzled otter let loose the cry that always followed that slack-jawed, glazed-eyed staring. Her thrashing tail shot directly upward, and a strangled wail escaped Sally as without a single touch to her pussy from any source, without any self-stimulation beyond the grinding of her own nipples against Ceilidh's butt, a hot streak of ejaculate sprayed out from her nether regions and drummed against the floor far beyond the limits of the bed.
"T-tits... bu-uuhhhaahhhh... butt, I... r-rubbing them. Don't stop. K-keep... oh yes. Yesss, I... c-cumming. I'm cumming, C-Ceilidh. Oh m-my... yes!"
Still looking over her shoulder in adoring, joyous wonder, Ceilidh watched as another jet of liquid arousal surged forth from between Sally's quivering thighs. Then a third, and a forth before the otter's own frantic, gleeful moans descended into more mindless and euphoric grunts. Sally was still cumming, still lost in the thrall of her own orgasm when the lioness felt trembling hands upon her panties, and moaned longingly as she felt Sally's breasts leave her backside at last, only to be replaced by the otter's panting, huffing maw as her underwear was dragged the rest of the way down to her knees at long last.
"S-Sally, oh... oh, my Sally..."
Ceilidh moaned in pleasure, in bashful, lustful glee as she felt her lover's muzzle press against her ass, a hot, eager tongue wriggling against her pucker even as quaking fingers hurriedly sought out the dripping opening of her pussy. Sally was always a warm, generous lover, but never was she more eager and desperate to please the woman she loved than after, or in some cases during the moments when Ceilidh had successfully and happily allowed her to indulge in some of her more out there, wacky types of fun.
"My silly Sally..."
The lioness growled in pleasure, rapidly growing pleasure as the still moaning, whimpering otter rimmed her ass while plunging several fingers in and out of Ceilidh's needy pussy with rapidly gathering speed.
"Oh yes. Yes. I... I love you. Oh god, r-right there. Don't stop. M-my... my silly, sexy Sally. Please, y-yes... please. Oh, Sally! Don't stop!"
By Jeeves
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