Best served cold
#4 of Foxy Lovers
I sighed, the day was slowly winding down, and I couldn't imagine a better one to have spent, nor a better partner to have spent it with.
Drawing my softening length from her snug, moist passage I ran a line of kisses down her back, slowly lowering myself to my knees behind her.
Nibbling at the base of her tail I heard her squeal. Encouraged, I moved further.
My tongue ran down to her tight pucker, and I ran my lips over it, stimulating the tight nerves there. With a little effort I forced my oral appendage past the clenched muscle, her insides tasted of one thing, after all the work today, me.
Trailing my tongue out and down, I moved slowly past her taint, to work at the slowly closing lips of her vaginal opening whilst reaching up with a paw to stimulate her suddenly neglected tail-hole.
As I worked my muzzle around her, drinking up ever part of her essence I felt a cold nose bump my own rear.
My lover, her head turned partly to the side, caught the big animal in her vision, "Come on boy, come on!" She called, encouraging him.
I grunted into her depths as his weight fell upon me and I slipped past her to end up on the ground with my front paws braced hard against his weight.
Unlike with my mate, he seemed to want to grip me instead of standing over me, he must have sensed my slight reluctance to be his partner.
"Oh we can't have that, you will tear him up dear." She cooed to the animal, crouching down between myself and our madly thrusting pet.
I heard her spit a few times and, reaching between us, started fingering my own tight rear, loosening me up and lubricating me. Then she guided the beasts tool to my tight rectum.
I cried out, then found myself mewling as he started to pound that heavy rod in and out of me, his pre-come finishing the job my vivacious vixen had begun.
Again and again he pressed in and dragged backwards, it was mildly uncomfortable at first, but then he hit my prostate, and an ache exploded within me. Thrusting back to meet his driving hips I was grunting hard, dimly aware of my mate repositioning herself below me, but when her mouth wrapped my member all sense of the world outside of these two faded, I dipped my muzzle to her exposed slit, and began feasting on her essences.
I was in bliss, the driving pressure against my prostate combined with a skilled tongue around my shaft left me floating, I wasn't sure how many times the pair brought me, screaming into my mates depths, to orgasm, all I remember was the feeling of fullness and the tight, tight enclosure of her mouth.
My muffled cries were released as the beast gripped my neck in a tight bite, pulling me backwards, stretching my body, arcing me to gain better access to my deepest spaces.
He flared wide and power overtook any semblance of finesse in his thrusts as he made me his, I howled loudly, unable to keep any of the passion I was feeling locked up inside.
Lips wrapped firmly about my member, my mate drank all of me down, even as the monster filled me with his own burning seed.
He remained on me a few more moments, thrusting oddly, delivering me to another height, then he casually pulled out with a lewd sucking pop, gave a few licks to my now gaping rear passage and wandered off to clean himself up.
"I think" a heated voice said from below me, gasping, "I owe you again for that, that was amazing." She finished.
As she crawled out from under me, I collapsed on the ground, seed dribbling from my member even as it flowed from my rear to form a puddle.
She was gone a moment, then back again, "The bath is all warmed up, I think we both need another soak." Agreeing I tried to make it to my feet and failed, my legs were completely jelly. "Oh you little pup, let me help." With that she crawled under me, bracing her arms and legs and lifted me clear of the floor.
"Mmmm thanks." I said weakly.
She hauled me out and into the tub, dumping me into it with a small splash, the water flowed up my rear slightly, then, as my muscles finally reasserted themselves, flowed back out, a white mess floating to the surface of the bath only to be swept out by my mate.
"You know, love, I think that's the first time he has caught you, how was it?" She asked intently.
I looked up at her, the sparkling eyes leaving me bereft of the pun I had intended, "I... I think I don't mind it, but next time maybe it will be a little less..." I fished for words.
"Hrmm" she thought, "tight?". An evil grin had spread over her muzzle, I was both aching to find out and dreading what she had planned to help in that department. "But first, I owe you for that, and I" she reached out, wrapping her paw around the base of my ball sack, "always pay my debts."
I helped her by lowering my hips further into the bath as she slid forward and lowered herself onto my growing spear.
The feeling of her tight, gripping love hole blew away any discomfort that remained from the beastly penetration earlier, and had me moaning my love to her softly.
She leaned forward, pushing her breasts to my muzzle, obligingly I opened up and latched on to one, first by the teeth, then sucking as hard as I could, eliciting a gasp and then a loud sigh from her.
With agonising slowness, she raised herself with her legs, drawing me almost all the way from her, then dropping back down again. Reaching one paw up to the neglected breast, I began to kneed it, wondering when she would begin stroking me properly.
She lifted herself again and slowly, oh so slowly slid back down, settling back into the water.
With a groan that began just around my member and worked its way up through me at her next, slow, motion, I realised this was the pace she wanted.
It seemed like hours, days, that we were in there, her rocking back and forth very, very slowly. Again and again I pleaded with her, tried stimulating her, did everything I could to speed her up, but to no avail.
Raise, pause, lower, long pause.
It was slow, the building of pressure seemed to take years, but I could feel it building.
Raise, pause, lower, long pause.
I looked up into her eyes, I begged her with my very soul to speed up and let this train crash with finality, but she was relentless, unwavering.
Raise, pause, lower, long pause.
I was on the edge, I could see her gritting her teeth, lips curled back, fighting what she knew was coming.
Raise, pause, lower... the world ended, everything ceased around us, it was only her, and me and what felt like a week long orgasm that burnt between us.
I regained my vision again, her breasts pressed tight against my chest, her breathing heavy, full, rocking her body slightly with each gasp.
Somehow, that slight movement, tiny as it was, had stimulated me more and moaning out loud, I released a second time into her clutching depths, panting and whimpering at the torture she had put me through.
"Was" she panted slowly, apparently she had found a measure of satisfaction the second time as well, "was it worth it?"
I looked up at her, pressed our muzzles tight together and let my tongue play into her mouth, tasting her, letting her taste me, taste the blood in my mouth when I had bit down in the throws of orgasm, taste all that I was and, faintly, taste her own musky flavour.
I realised there was another taste in her mouth, and it was one I would savour again this day.
Spicy.
Meat.
Pie.
My stomach rumbled and she laughed out loud at me. My strength restored, I lifted her from the water and carried her back into the scent filled kitchen.
Musk was the primary smell, sex, need, semen, vaginal juices, all were present, but the one that interested me right now was the cool pie on the bench.
Letting her serve this time, she brought the plate over to me along with the remains of the pie in the baking dish. She bent down, putting the dish on the ground, a gift to our pet, who, seeing the delicacy, rushed over to partake.
I spotted a delicacy of my own tastes and, without hesitation or warning, mounted my mate again, intending to finish uninterrupted this time.
"Mmm dear, are you forgetting something?" She asked and a groan from my belly reminded me, of course, the pie.
Slowing my pace, I reached over to the table and balanced the plate on her back.
Keeping the pace, I began methodically cutting up both portions of pie and, alternating, eating one mouthful myself, and then reaching down feeding one to her.
This continued, and I realised I would need to adjust, we were running low on pie, and I wanted this to end right.
Angling my hips a bit higher, I began to thrust more rapidly, my mate, for her part, was proving less than stable as both a mating platform and a serving table, it wasn't until I looked around the pie I had balanced on the spoon in my right hand that I noticed why.
Our pet was laying on his back just in front of her, member proud and full above his large, swollen ball sack, her right hand was pumping up and down his length again and again.
I grinned, lets see how good she could 'multi-task'.
I started to feed her the meal as often as I could, while still keeping pace, it was touch and go for a while, but as her orgasm hit her and I witnessed her jaw half open, bits of the pies filling trailing down her lolling tongue I reached my peak and thrust forward as hard as I could, repeating the procedure a few times to be sure I was home.
The room was lit now, only by the fire of the stove as it burnt low but hot, our hips still linked by my members knot, tied together until the blood left my length.
It was then our pet, disgruntled at my mates inattention to his needs, rolled over and lifted his gravy and pre stained member into the air and wandered around behind me.
As he lifted himself to my back, I couldn't help but smile.
This truly was, the best anniversary ever.
Hrmm, ok, taking this to places I have never considered before, and you know, I might have discovered a new kink in myself, YAY :)
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