Alternative Version of Karla seducing Conner Cooper
Conner Cooper is 14, here. It's early in the story and I was asked by more than ten people to see what it WOULD HAVE BEEN like if Karla were to actually suceed in seducing Conner, with whom she flirts throughout the entire story.
Keep in mind that as a young clone, at the time she's less than a year old. And she's been cloned to resemble Karla as a 15 year old, maybe closer to 16. Conner is 14, going on 15.
I've decided to post it both ways; I've included the story-intended original AND, beneath that, the 'alternative scene'.
"Calling me sounds like a bad idea, you said so yourself. Besides, I can't ask you to babysit," said Sly, quietly. His voice was hardly audible through the walls, making Conner have to strain in order to hear his father's words.
"I volunteer! We'll... stay local and continue the investigation in your absence. If we find anything, we'll call you... we should all install PhoneCrypt to our wireless devices. This sort of thing shouldn't have happened to begin with."
"I agree," replied Bentley, adding, "Miss Chintzy, before we go, I'll need to inoculate you with a vaccine so you don't contract all the modern strands of virus, bacteria, influenza, or anything else you missed over the last twenty-plus years."
"I'll go and talk to Conner," said Sly.
"Wait." The voice belonged to Winthrop. "If you wake him at this hour, it would be difficult to keep him here. He would be impossible to convince - he would undoubtedly run off after you like a tailing car with the headlights out. I know you want to talk to him but... call him from Europe. I'll make sure his cellphone gets the software installed."
"I... I suppose you're right," murmured Cooper. "He did run off on his sister and I definitely don't want him following me where I'm going. Okay." Then, redirecting his tone towards Bentley, Sly said, "Be quick about this shot for Karla. I want to be mobile as soon as possible." His voice lowered. "I don't want to waste any time... my family is more important than Karla catching cold."
Bentley took a moment, for some reason, before replying. Conner could only imagine that the turtle was giving his father some sort of glare, frown or other type of 'look'. Finally, the tortoise said, "She'll need this shot or she could die from something like the Brazilian Influenza from twenty-fifteen. Remember that debacle, a decade ago? Or the AH-4 Virus from that scare we had seven years ago... or even the N1H1 Swine Flu from back in O'Nine." A pause in the conversation took place then Bentley added, "I can have it synthesized from a replicator in an hour - all we need is a reliable connection to the Internet. I have an ISO image of the chemical composition stored on my shared network drive. Let's go..." Then, after a second later, "Miss Chintzy, please stay here. The less you're exposed to germs, the safer you'll be. Stock up on Vitamin C and other natural methods used to ward off germs. Even once you're inoculated, you'll still wind up sick from a modern strain of the common cold."
"I... can hardly... wait." Karla trailed off while everyone gathered their belongings. After a moment of ambient noise, Conner could hear a group of footfalls heading down the hallway. It sounded like four people - most likely his father's team and Winthrop. The young Cooper flopped back into bed and sighed. Now, not only did his mother and sister disappear, his new team members were missing, too. He closed his paws, clinching the sheets for a moment then began a slow breathing technique to keep his composure.
Conner told himself that everything he'd heard was a dream. The longer he lay in bed, the easier it was to believe that he'd experienced a waking dream. In time his eyes shut and, re-newly calmed, the teenage raccoon-fox hybrid managed to slip back into a state of unconsciousness....
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A soft feminine singing woke Conner. He sat up in bed, able to see more easily in the dim room. The blinds were drawn over the hotel window but because it was now morning, the room was cast in a shade of partially illuminated gray. The singing was tasteful and in perfect key. He blinked twice then, rather suddenly, recognized the voice belonging to the woman he'd heard the night before. That's when he came to the realization that it must not have been a dream. His jaw dropped open and his paws clinched into fists.
"Dammit," he muttered under his breath, kicking the sheets away from his body. "It had to be a dream," he murmured, headed for the door. Conner grasped the knob and flung the door open. Clad it only his boxer shorts and with matted bed-head fur, the teenager marched up the hallway. He pushed a paw through his tousled short head-fur then reached for the door to his father's room and opened it. He stepped inside, stern look on his face, then froze when he saw the disarmingly attractive felox.
She sat on the edge of the bed, singing intermittently to an iPod. Dressed only in a silk negligee, her head lifted and she reached for the 'Y' split of the headphone cord. She gracefully closed her fingertips around the wiring and gave a gentle tug. Two ear-buds dropped into her lap and her eyebrows lifted in interest. Vibrant green eyes lifted to the sight of his face then lowered, raking over him. Slowly, her eyes raised again, drinking in every detail of his toned, athletic, undressed body. "Well hello."
Conner's eyes naively lowered to her full, well-endowed chest. He blinked twice then glanced at her silky thighs. Much like her eyes, his lifted again, slowly, starting at her arms and tracing the carnation colored coil of fur markings that stopped at her shoulders and disappeared beneath the skimpy nightgown.
"I'd say you're a bit on the young side," she began. "But my appearance is that of a fifteen year old - I can't judge, now can I?" She offered a flirty lick of her lips, followed by a coquettish smile that suggested she was rather comfortable with herself in this situation. The woman's iPod ear-buds offered a faint sound that emanated from her lap. She reached a paw out and patted the mattress in a suggestive way. "Come and sit by me; it's supposedly been a while since I've seen a practically naked man. Besides, I have to tell you about your father's whereabouts - don't worry, he's perfectly safe and will be rejoining us before you know it, sweetheart."
Conner's eyes lifted, lowered and lifted again, moving from the spot on the bed next to her, to her eyes to see if she looked trustworthy. Her emerald hues shined with mirth and an unspoken sort of sensuality. Finally, the naïve young man approached her. Charmed and disarmed, he settled down on the spot where she'd patted, so that he was besides her. Their hips touched. He felt her fluffy cat-like fox tail coil around him, along his backside. It lay overtop of his tail in a perpendicular manner. He folded his paws in his lap and looked down at the floor.
Karla placed a paw on his knee and turned her head so that her warm breath tickled his ear. "You must be Conner. I thought you would be younger - I didn't realize you were already a man. You turned out to be quite a mix between your parents. I never thought the heated union between a raccoon and fox would make for an attractive male offspring. But I must admit, you're even more attractive than your sister. And don't get me wrong... she's quite a looker. But, my goodness, you're a lady-killer. So, to what do I owe the honor of being able to meet you practically in the nude, my dear?"
He blushed inwardly, keeping his face directed towards the ground. His eyes wondered to the left, looking over the woman's perfectly shaped... everything. "I heard your singing. I realized that everyone must have left in the middle of the night. When they came back with your inoculation shot, they were pretty darn quiet - I thought I'd hear'em... and when I didn't, I assumed that I dreamed everything. So, when I heard your singing this morning, I realized that everyone did leave. And I was about to lose my temper because I'm too late, but... what's the point? It won't bring everyone back."
"That's very mature, maintaining your temper, Conner. I'm glad you were able to sit down and think about it without becoming angry. It's nice to see a man who can keep a cool head." She sifted her fingers through the fur tuft atop of his knee. "As I'd said, I didn't realize you'd be a full grown adult - they spoke of you in a way that made me think you were closer to, say... ten or eleven. You're obviously a teenager, like myself, which, where I'm from, is considered the age of full maturity. So, I have to ask you - did they explain what's going on?" She appeared to be about his age in looks but she spoke with the grace and intellect of a middle-aged woman who was cultured and already lived her life to the fullest. It added to her other attractive qualities.
"They didn't give me all the details," he murmured. Conner cleared his throat and tried to appear more confident. "I was close to figuring it out for myself when I trailed them across the globe to Miami. It's some sort of secret and they're pretty worried about things; I know that much. Whatever is going on, they feel like they're already in over their heads."
"Across the globe, did you say? That's quite impressive. There are some veteran law enforcement personnel who could go their entire career without being able to catch someone who fled their country. So long as the suspects keep below the radar, they could practically go undetected forever even if they joined the law enforcement in another nation. How did you manage to be so clever?"
He glanced down at the paw upon his knee. She appeared completely comfortable with the proximity and portrayed that it was simply natural and normal. He folded his hands in his lap and said, "I followed my instincts. I'm not cop material, even though mom said she was impressed that I found them without the help of a government spy satellite and trained detectives. To be honest, things fell into place with a little bit of luck."
"Luck, huh?" She smiled again, displaying her creamy white teeth. "It's adorable that you believe in luck. That sort of thing runs out - perhaps you're just naturally skilled, love." She reached for one of his paws and gently took it into her grip. Karla turned his paw over, displaying his palm upwards. She trailed a manicured fingertip over the lines and creases in the velvet padding of his palm then smiled. "Longevity, intelligence and good health - you have beautiful hands." She paused and offered him a saucy grin. "Sorry... you have very manly hands, Conner. My apologies. Women find beauty in lots of things, including men. I know you boys prefer dashing, or handsome or something a touch more... shall we say, macho... but the truth is, you have very nice hands, love."
Karla lifted his paw to the side of her face and nuzzled the side of her muzzle against his palm. "Soft, too. Strong hands, with a soft underside... the touch of both a worker and a lover - what a balance. The callous fingers of a working man tells a woman that he'll make a good provider... the soft feel of a smooth palm says that he'll be a passionate lover. You have both. I bet your grip is firm and commanding, too. Very impressive, sweetheart."
In a soft voice, Conner murmured a simple, "Thanks."
She lowered his palm, placing it upon her knee. "I'm a pretty good judge of character, Conner. Something tells me, whether or not you may know this about yourself, that you probably know how to please a woman. I bet you're a good kisser, too." Then she quickly toned down the flirting by changing the subject somewhat. "Are you the 'team leader' with your father back in Europe? I mean, Winthrop is a great guy but he doesn't have the confidence or self-assurance necessary to be a leader. I've not met the other two - Dawn and Jing. In the chessboard of life, I'm more of a knight who aspires to be a Queen one day. But no matter how many pieces you have... in a group of people someone is always the King, even if they're not a very good one at first. Are you the King, Conner?"
"I led a team of people to Miami. We dispersed and laid low once we arrived. Two of them were with mom - you probably met them. Javari was a wolverine and Sergei was a coyote with a thick Russian accent. Good people. I trust them."
"Sounds to me like we need your leadership while the rest of us are here." She placed her paw back upon his leg and traced her index finger over the top of his thigh to the hem of his boxers then back down towards his knee. "I feel much better, knowing there's a natural-born leader in the group. I'll explain to you why your parents were here and what they're looking for, but there's no use in going over all the details until everyone is awake to hear about it." She lowered her free paw into her lap and retrieved the iPod.
Karla drew her thumb across the front of it to bring it out of 'suspend' mode then glanced at the small clock on the screen. "Let's let them sleep for another hour or two - it's rather early. In fact, I'm sorry that I woke you." She lifted her eyes to the door and watched as the dead bolt slid shut then offered him another soothing smile. "I mean, we're alone together for the time being. We have a little privacy if you want to talk about anything in particular. From my personal experience, I know that men enjoy mature conversation with a woman when offered the chance to have a little personal time together. Anything on your mind?"
"Well, for starters, how about your name?"
She brought both of her paws to her chest, pressing in on the silk cloth to accentuate the sumptuous curvature of her bosom. "Dear me - I got right to business with you, didn't I? You'll have to help me relax else I'd just lose my mind, wouldn't I?" She reached for his face and leaned forward, kissing his left cheek than his right. "I'm Karla Chintzy. It's a pleasure and an honor to meet you, Conner Cooper."
She tilted her head expectantly. Conner lowered his eyes then lifted them again. The young Frenchman leaned forward and kissed the left side of her face then they both shifted their weight so he could kiss the right side of her face. "A pleasure - I understand you worked with my parents in the past." He paused to look her over again. "I'm not sure how long ago, you can't be much older than me... but they never really mentioned you until it was time for mom to head over to Europe and find you. Thee, ah, pleasure is likewise, Karla."
She blinked and tilted her head, gazing at him for a moment. Then, she leaned forward and brushed the side of her muzzle against his, nuzzling in close. He could feel her nose brush against his neck. She drew in a deep breath of his scent then, in a low voice, asked, "Are you wearing cologne with your undergarment, Conner?"
"Pardon? ...Me? No, I don't spray 'fu-fu' on myself. I find that a bath works just fine."
Her ears perked up atop of her head. She drew back, again brushing the side of her face against his. "You smell like you're wearing a dusky hint of cologne. I was trying to see if I could figure out the scent... but you're saying you only go all natural?"
"Maybe a little bit of sweat from when I work out, but that's it."
The felox offered him an alluring grin. "Now that is manly."
"Listen... dad and I found a place to move the group. A random attack happened the other morning... it's a good thing we hadn't moved yet, or else Winthrop would have never found his way back to us... but we should move today. Just to be safe. When everyone wakes up, let's get them packed up - it should be our first order of business. We'll go and find something to eat then relocate and set up 'base camp,' in a sense."
"...Wow." Her grin broadened into a dazzling smile. "Like I thought... you really are the alpha dog, Conner. Okay, we'll move when everyone is up. That still gives us time to get to know one another a little better." She lifted a paw and patted the side of his face, cupping his cheek tenderly. "The girl in your room, Dawn... have you guys been seeing one another long - are you mates yet?"
The question caught him off guard. "Well, uh... we just met recently," he explained, lifting his paw from her thigh to use for speaking purposes. He waved his paws about in front of his face to better enunciate himself. "We've grown close but mating with her won't happen - at least not any time soon. I mean, you know... the whole... virginity thing being involved. So we have a healthy level of respect about it."
The felox nodded understandingly. With a demure-looking smile, Karla said, "Back in the days of the great Roman Empire, fathers took their sons down to the working girls to learn the ways of intimacy. That way, when it came time to marry, the newlywed husband would know exactly how to please his new wife. It was customary because it was a sign of disrespect to hurt your new wife on her wedding night. Not knowing how to properly perform for her wasn't an acceptable excuse. In the end, Italians developed a long-lasting reputation as romantic men who knew how to make a woman swoon. ...Among other things."
"I, uhm... didn't know that." He folded his paws, placing them in his lap.
Karla lifted a paw, drawing a sparkling red fingernail over his nose gently. It trailed over the camber and down over his top lip. "You're a good boy, Conner. I hope that you save your virginity for Dawn. She obviously loves you - I could smell her scent all over your body." She offered a knowing smile then leaned up and whispered into his ear. "But if you ever need a few lessons on how to please a woman before you mate with her, I'll teach you all you need to know. When I'm done with you, you'll be her sexual god and she'll adore you forever for making her feel the most intense, intimate connection possible." She leaned back, winked and slid off the mattress. Karla walked to the bathroom, opened the door and looked over her shoulder at him. "Don't answer now. Just... think about it."
She offered a classy, feminine smile with a polite tilt of her head then she stepped into the bathroom. A second later, the silk negligee was tossed out, landing on the floor not far from him. He stood up and licked his lips with a hint of apprehension. However, she was rather enticing and some part of him wanted to take her up on her offer by walking right into the bathroom and joining her in the shower. He resisted.
The hiss of hot water made his ears perk. Conner picked up the silky nightgown. He carried it back to her bed. His ears laid back and his whiskers disappeared along the contour of his muzzle. The hybrid raccoon leaned in and sniffed at the cloth but he didn't detect the scent of anyone else. Not Winthrop, not his father - just her. With a light chuckle and headshake, he laid the small piece of fabric out on the mattress and turned about. In only a moment or two, hot steam billowed through the doorway. He picked up her iPod from the floor at the foot of the bed and placed it atop of her nightgown.
Conner approached the bathroom door, able to see a blurry reflection of her nude outline in the steam-enshrouded mirror. "A shower sounds like a good idea. Think I'll take one, too." He pulled the door shut out of respect then blinked at the deadbolt on her room door. He slid the bar out of its place, curious as to how it was locked then left her room. He walked down the hall, still clad in only his boxer shorts then slipped back into his room. He moved over to the second bed, next to his and approached Dawn.
She slept on her back, the blanket drawn up to half-cover her face. He eased back the lip of the blanket and placed a soft kiss upon her forehead. "I'm going to take a shower. We'll get breakfast when you get up." He picked up the duffle bag between their beds, fished out clean clothes and headed into the bathroom.
The layout of his hotel room was exact opposite of Karla's room, so that the bathrooms were back to back. He could hear humming through the walls and through the ventilation grille that covered the exhaust fan built into the ceiling. He placed a finger against the flat black touch screen panel set into the tiled wall. It illuminated with all the controls. He traced his finger over the panel, activating the hot water. Steam poured out through a spout in the ceiling. The panel read, 'Water temperature' displaying Fahrenheit and Celsius, as well as the words, 'fur management - steam treatment active' as a digital explanation for the amount of steam that billowed out of the glass enclosure that surrounded him.
AND NOW... THE ALTERNATIVE VERSION.
"...Wow." Her grin broadened into a dazzling smile. "Like I thought... you really are the alpha dog, Conner. Okay, we'll move when everyone is up. That still gives us a little time to get to know one another a little better." She lifted a paw and patted the side of his face, cupping his cheek tenderly. "The girl in your room, Dawn... have you guys been seeing one another long - are you mates?"
"Well, uh... we just met recently," he explained, lifting his paw from her thigh to use for speaking purposes. He waved his paws about in front of his face to better enunciate himself. "We've grown close but mating with her won't happen - at least not any time soon. I mean, you know... the whole... virginity thing being involved. So we have a healthy level of respect about it."
Assuming he meant that Dawn was the virgin, Karla said, "Back in the days of the great Roman Empire, fathers took their sons down to the working girls to learn the ways of intimacy. That way, when it came time to marry, the newlywed husband would know exactly how to please his new wife. It was customary because it was a sign of disrespect to hurt your new wife on her wedding night. Causing her displeasure was no excuse, simply because you didn't know how to perform. In the end, Italian men developed a long-lasting reputation as romantic men who knew how to make a woman swoon, among other things."
Conner took the hint. However, he didn't make any sudden move, either. Seeing that he didn't shy away, Karla leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. She placed her paws on either side of his face and, in turn, he felt comfortable enough to place his paws upon her hips.
Karla's tongue eased into his muzzle and the kiss intensified. She lowered one paw and captured one of his then guided it to the lacey ribbon fastening at the front of her negligee. He gently pulled on the cloth and, with her guidance, brushed the shoulder straps to the side. The nightgown pooled around her hips. She then guided his paw to her breast and placed her fingers atop of his, teaching him how to properly kneed the pert pink nipple atop those succulent swells of flesh and fur.
Conner leaned forward and she leaned back, helping to guide him atop of her. Her other paw dropped from his face, reaching down to hike the nightgown around her hips, displaying her perfect, nubile sex. Already wet and in a mood to mate, she reached for his boxers and began to help push them down. The young teenager lifted his hips so that she could disrobe him then he kicked them the rest of the way off and moved upon her once more.
With a guiding touch, Karla motioned to her taught, flat stomach. "Come, straddle me; sit here, sweetheart. Let me show you a few things - there's no need to jump right in and... that should be your first lesson... foreplay." A slight grin tugged at the corner of her muzzle. Conner did as he was told and placed his knees on either side of her waist, straddling her tummy.
She reached down and placed her paws firmly upon her breast, easing the sinfully curvaceous globes apart. "Now, place your cock between them." She smiled, watching him do exactly as she asked. Conner's firm girth came to rest in the canyon of her cleavage, pressed firmly between her E-cup breasts. She used her palms to push them back together. "Go ahead, sweetheart... thrust your hips."
Doing as instructed, he began to buck his body forward, as if riding those well endowed mounds. She murred softly, feeling the tug of flesh from his motion in the form of friction close to her nipples. Each time he thrusted forward, the bulbous tip poked free, above her breasts. Propping her head on pillows, she opened her muzzle, accepting the first few inches of his cock into her maw.
"Mmh, that feels good," he said with a churring sound emanating from the back of his throat. She smiled about the girthy tip passing her pouty full lips. Her eyes sparkled up at him, watching the pleasure painted upon his face. She then reached for his paws and took them into hers, guiding his touch to her breast so that he could apply as much or as little pressure against them as he wished to feel with his cock.
Conner began to buck his hips more wildly from excitement. He felt a tightening in his abs from being hunched over her. "I've... never seen breasts as large as yours, Karla... I just... this feels really good."
She took one last lick at the tip of his manhood then lifted her paws to his shoulders, guiding him back. She then trailed her fingers up his neck to the back of his head and drew the raccoon's face in between the massive mounds of flesh and fur. "Get to know them better." Meanwhile, she reached one paw down between their bodies and closed her fingertips around his swelling member. She stroked her paw along his length to keep him hard while using her other paw to help push his face into her chest. "Remember, you want to please the woman, too, Conner. Nip, nibble and lick while you're pressed against me. It's okay to leave little bite marks down there, no one will see them... go ahead, mark me as your own personal property, if you like."
He murmured his pleasure and flickered his tongue over her sternum, his face buried into her chest up to his ears. He could feel her nipples brushing against his temples, causing her to shudder and wiggle from the pleasure of it. The feel of those taut little pink nubs brushing against the side of his face was a pleasing sort of massage against the swell of his temples. He continued to move his head back and forth slowly, somewhat emulating his earlier thrusting motions, all the while rubbing his entire face against her chest in a way that was pleasing.
Her baby-soft palm glided over his cock, causing him to shiver from the multitude of pleasure-filled sensory overload. He lifted his head, leaning up to kiss at her collarbone. He could feel the soft, cushy pillows of flesh and fur surrounding his neck and pressing against his shoulders. She rested her chin upon his head, between his ears, murring softly into them with a melodic tone that sent a chill down his spine.
Her paws moved beneath his arms, tugging needfully upon his body. "Take me, love. Have your way with me - I need to be needed, Conner." To satisfy her, he placed his palms on the mattress and climbed forward, moving directly atop of her. Their lips met momentarily then she lifted her head, offering him access to her neckline.
Karla lifted her legs and circled his waist, drawing him close. A paw moved down between their bodies, taking his cock into her grip. She stroked his swollen dick while guiding the tip down along her slit until the tapered tip met her creamy entrance. She leaned her head up and whispered into his ear. "I see the fox-side of the blood gave you a healthy-sized knot, Conner... Okay, love... push your hips forward, nice and easy... just glide right into me, baby. With a virgin, you'd want to be slow and let her adjust to each inch... but to a woman who's wet, ready and unlocked, you can push right in, be firm."
He kissed her into silence and moved his hips forward. The tip of his cock began to sink into her lush pussy, stretching her folds apart. He glided inward, from tip to hilt, where the swell at the base of his cock enlarged rather greatly. The girthy knot of his raspberry wand grinded against her lush little lips with each push, pistoning his dick deeply into her creamy, sexy body. Karla bared down, clinching her pussy muscles to grip his cock. She then reached her paw around him, palming his toned, athletic ass to pull his body against hers. She tossed her head from left to right, listlessly, gasping for a full breath of air.
Together, they worked themselves into the age-old rhythm of passion, thrusting his pulsing cock into her exquisitely tight chamber. The folds of perfection caressed and massaged his cock from tip to hilt, swooning with the feel of his balls slapping against her puckered rear entrance. Karla thrusted her pelvis upwards, as if riding his dick with each inward thrust. Her ears twitched, perceiving his groans and murmurs of pleasure, which turned her on wildly. She leaned up into his ear and whispered, "God, that's it... Fuck me, Conner... god you feel so good - I bet you want to fill my pussy, don't you baby? God, don't stop... fuck me hard, sexy boy... I want to cum on your cock... I want to coat every inch of your massive dick, lover... god yes," she hissed the last word out, in passion.
Conner, no longer one to blush, whispered back, "Yes, I do want to fill you... I ...I want to fill you until it runs down your thighs, Karla. Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it feels wonderful," she murred in reply. "Go ahead, then... jam it all the way into me as deep as you can, and fill me with every drop... make that pussy yours... own me, Conner... have your way with my body - it's yours, lover."
He groaned. Her words were intoxicating - he'd never heard such talk from a woman, before. The swell of her breast, brushing flush against his chest made him wild. He placed one paw between their bodies and cupped her bosom again, kneeding her nipples in the way she'd showed him earlier. His other paw slid beneath her body, wedging itself between her rump and the mattress. He gripped her ass and pulled her hips up against his with every thrust, pounding her luscious little cunt. The heated joining created a sexy squishing sound of her juices. She arched her back, continuing to buck up against him wildly. She could feel his thick cock grind against the spongy-textured flesh of her g-spot and it drove her over the edge. Her first release of the night rushed over his cock and her pussy began to spasm, gripping and contracting in a sexy 'milking' sensation that caused him to groan in passion and pleasure.
Conner continued to rail her from tip to hilt. His balls created a slapping sound to join the rest of the sexual symphony. His tail fluffed up, his toes curled and his teeth clinched. He felt a second wave of pleasure rush over her body, followed by the further-tightening of her creamy pussy around his pulsing prick. Quite suddenly, she slammed her hips upwards in ecstasy. Conner's thick knot sank into her lush little pussy with a wet, fleshy 'POP', followed by a long, low groan of intense pleasure. Again, Karla reached release, cumming hard and long on young Cooper's cock. "God damn, you know how to satisfy a woman - your cock is huge... fuck me like a whore, baby... make me your own, personal slut."
Conner continued to rock his hips wildly. He lifted his head, panting hard, and groaned into her ear. "I'm... cumming, Karla." A thick load of gooey, hot nectar rushed into her. His seed painted her slick inner walls and she whimpered at the sensation of that inner-spreading warmth. Frothy honeydew began to run down her inner thighs, just as he'd promised her, but most of it was corked inside of her from the massive size of his knot, buried deep in her quivering little vagina.
"God, yes, Conner... I can feel it... fill me up, make me yours!" She continued to rock her petite little body against his athletically toned one. Again, she quivered, wiggling beneath him as a fourth release racked her svelte little form. "Godddd... do you wanna fuck me from behind, Conner?"
"God yes...!" But first, he kissed her again, easing his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues dueled and danced, sliding against one another in a sensual way.
Karla began to pant through her nose and her eyes shut tightly. Her body seized and she arched her hips right up off the mattress as a fifth and final orgasm hit her. She shuddered violently, cumming so hard that her abs tightened. She broke the kiss in order to gasp for fresh air and her pussy muscles clutched so tightly at his cock that it became impossible to draw his cock back even an inch with which to thrust forward again. The kegal ministrations brought him to finish out his release, flooding her deeply with a geyser of sticky pearl. They grinded their hips together, cumming in unison.
"Ngh," she murmured against the side of his neck. "You can get me on all fours and fuck me like a dog later... I don't think I can take another thrust - just give me a minute, baby... god, you fuck like a man should fuck. Jesus, Conner... I came five times... for a virgin, you really know what the hell you're doing."
This time, he blushed. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "Was... was it obvious that I was a virgin?"
"Hell no," she said with a soft chuckle and an endearing smile. "You definitely know how to satisfy my needs... how did it feel, for your first time?"
He panted softly, licked his lips then nuzzled his nose against hers. "Like home."
A devious looking grin spread across her face. "I bet you'd like to pleasure Dawn the same way. Make her feel like a real woman... You definitely have the talent to do it, Conner... That girl will be creaming her brains out once you jam that thing into her. Make sure you start slow, until she's really soaked... then you can cram it into her nice and deep... she'll claw at you from the pleasure... if she does, gently but firmly take her by the throat and look into her eyes, then tell the little kitten to put her claws away. Then take her paws and hold them, criss-crossed above her head... and have your way with her."
He licked his lips, his ego growing. "You think so?"
"I know so, lover boy." Karla grinned and winked playfully. "For the sake of a young girl's heart - let's not exactly tell her about... us so that she's not upset. Don't worry, baby boy... I can keep a secret. If you keep fucking me like that, I'll be a sated, satisfied girl till the day I die."
He lay his head down on the pillow, next to hers, his chin upon her shoulder. "I have this feeling, she won't be as good or as tight as you... I'm not setting myself up for disappointment am I?"
"You'll just have to teach her how to fuck back, Conner. Mates teach each other how to better satisfy their needs. I wouldn't exactly tell her that you're in training, though... let's... make that our little secret, shall we? No worries, I won't get between the two of you - at least by the time I'm done with you, you'll know how to give her a night she'll never forget... let alone nights like that for the rest of her life." She reached her arms around his body and embraced him romantically. Her legs slowly lowered from around his waist, coming to either side of his. Together, they lay there for a while, holding one another, while he was still buried deeply inside of her flesh.