Sleep Aid
"Sleep Aid"
No matter how many times I roll over, sleep still escapes me. The clock stares at me at me, 2:17am, taunting me with its big red numbers. I turn my head and spy the fox sleeping soundly next to me, his nose twitching softly in his dreams. I lift the blankets carefully sliding under them as not to disturb him, pressing my soft white cotton tail against his belly. I reach my paw back carefully, his boxers full with his already plump sheath. It never takes long to get him excited when I touch him.
I glide my paw gently along his sheath through the thin fabric; I can trace the outline of his cocktip, already wet and starting to soak through his shorts. Two of my soft fuzzy fingers part the fly in his boxers and find the furry ring at the end of his sheath, pulling it just enough to guide the tip of his glistening cock out of the shorts.
I capture a drop of his precum from the tip and massage it into my tailring. I hear the fox stir a bit, but not quite awake yet. I gather another drop, then another of his sweet slippery pre and apply it to myself in preparation. I slide down a bit, getting comfortable on my side, spooned against the warm, softly breathing fox, lining up his tip with my tailhole beneath the fabric of my boxers. I steal one last drop of his slick fluid and slide my paw to my muzzle, licking and savoring the flavor as I make one last adjustment, tugging my briefs aside to allow his wet growing tip to press into my tailring.
His tip wrapped in my warm flesh, my cottonball tail teasing his abdomen, it takes just moments for him to grow out of his own furry tube and sheath his swelling cock within my tail, defying the cool kiss of the night air. I feel him squirm behind me, pressing himself into me further. Perhaps he is awake or just enjoying a new, pleasurable dream; I dont care.
I start rocking against him slowly, softly, but infrequently. He begins to rock back, sliding himself in and out with a long, smooth but steadying rhythm. He cant possibly still be dreaming, his thrusting becoming more intense with each passing minute. I lose myself in my own dream, pleasure riding through me as his growing, throbbing cock massages deep within me.
I return from my dream when I feel the small ball of flesh push through my tailring the first time. Then again, bigger now. He tugs the lemon sized knot out and pops it back in, growing too quickly to brave it again. POP. Out again. No! I push myself back into him firmly and with a stinging pop the throbbing ball of flesh is back inside.
As if by magical command the knot swells into a ball the size of an orange, his tip uncomfortably deep in my tail, leaking and slickening me from the inside. The throbbing knot in my tail assaults my prostate and my own cock betrays me squirting my bunny cum all over the inside of my briefs.
My tailring squeezes him behind his knot rhythmically as I ride through my orgasm as quietly as I can. I feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside me, his warm heavy breath on my neck. The heat of his fox seed begins to travel through me, up and down inside. The volume of his fluid is almost too much to contain, but I relax best I can to let it pump up higher and higher into my intestines.
His breathing settles. He makes no effort to adjust. If he is awake, he has convinced me otherwise. I lay my head down relaxed on the pillow next to him, catching a glimpse of the clock, 2:53am. The scent of him sedates me and I slowly drift off into a beautiful warm dreamland, secured by the slowly contracting knot still inside me.
Copyright 2011 Thumper