A Moment of Impulse - Chapter 2
A Moment of Impulse
_ Chapter 2 _
Shema groaned and flung herself towards the edge of the bed, grabbing for the alarm clock as she did so. The red glow spelled "2:53 AM" and Shema grabbed it and threw it across the room, narrowing missing putting a hole in the wall as it smacked against the bedroom door.
Her mind had been a whirlwind of chaos ever since Jesse left and she knew the thoughts racing through her head were the reason she couldn't sleep. All day the same questions kept bugging her: Why had Jesse been so forward about wanting to mate with her? Did her husband's other friends feel the same way? Would they also try? Should she let them?
Just now she realized the question of whether or not her husband knew about this wasn't bothering her. Tangled up in the bedsheets, she shrugged to herself. "It probably should bother me more than it does" she mused "But he never acts like he appreciates me. Those lies about me that he tells to his friends...if some of those were true, I wouldn't be seriously contemplating this...I have needs, he knows this..."
Frowning as she talked to herself, she wondered how it had come to this. The lottery that had paired her up to him wasn't exactly a romantic match, but she knew all the other females of her kind were doing fairly well with their assigned husbands. And of all the Katta, she ought to be the one doing the best. Kicking the bedsheets off and on to the floor, she leaned over and switched the table lamp on, relaxing on the bed as her mirror image on the ceiling stared down at her, pouty and sad. Among her species, it was her tribe whose physical measurements had been judged to be the most appealing to human males.
She grabbed her boobs and squeezed them together; large breasts were supposed to be universally appealing and she, in her humble opinion, had a great rack. Not too small to deny a good handful, but not so large as to be flopping all over her chest, she was proud of her tits and her favorite clothing was the ones designed to show off some cleavage. Pinching her nipples, she pouted. They really were too large for her boobs, but her request to have them surgically modified before leaving her home planet had been denied. Wiser minds (Ha) had decided they were fine, but Shema's were the only ones amongst the other Katta that were visible through her fur and she had endured a lot of teasing on the trip to Earth.
Releasing her boobs, she let her hands travel over her stomach. Until she had whined enough for him to move out to something she was more comfortable with, being cooped up in his small house for days on end with nothing to do had resulted in a fat tummy. That had been over a year ago though and working on the farm had reduced that to a slight paunch, which she thought looked cute.
Sighing as she slid her hands between her legs, she rolled her hips, throwing her legs up and back, and planting her toes next to her ears. It had been a position she practiced on the trip to Earth, thinking it would impress and excite whoever her husband was going to be. It had impressed the other females and Shema got a little tingly remembering some of the nights onboard the ship. Shaking her head as she banished these new thoughts, she gently pried apart her pussy, examining herself in the ceiling mirror. They had all been given extensive education on human anatomy and her genitals weren't much different than a human's.
Her hands continued downwards along her buttocks. In the position she was in, they were nice and firm, if large. She was loathe to admit it, but for her size, she had Ass with a capital A. She knew a lot of humans liked to have something to grab on to down there, but among Katta it wasn't quite as nice. It wasn't that she had a fat butt, it was just her luck that her frame was built to be short and strong, which resulted in thick thighs and a larger than average rear. She was close to what humans called a "pear" shape, but she had seen pears and didn't recognize a resemblance. In any case, there really was no help for it and she had caught a few of her husband's friends watching her butt on the few occasions she had walked in on them while they played cards or watched TV or any number of things she felt uncomfortable taking part in. She met the attention given to her rear-end with a mild sense of satisfaction, though she had never dreamed of having one of their faces buried between her legs until Jesse's visit had awaken hidden, naughty thoughts.
She stared at herself for a few moments, then lifted her legs back up and let them flop back onto the bed. Among her kind, she was a fairly attractive, if somewhat stout, female and she knew she was attractive to many on Earth as well. Just not to her husband...but certainly to Jesse and maybe the other males as well. Fooling around with Jesse had been great fun and her orgasm had been fantastic. She had been a little nervous about sucking on his dick, being out of practice, but it had taken an unexpected turn anyway.
Her request for him to come back had been sincere though and she started to get warm, thinking of the fun they could have once her fertile period was over. It was a large farm, with a lot of interesting places to lie down in...or lean against. Hopefully he'd come back.
The others though...if she was lucky, she might be on her way to getting regular sex. On the other hand, it was with more than one male and none of them were her husband. Morally, it was very wrong, but, she reasoned, so was ignoring your wife's emotional needs. Despite his shabby treatment of her, she was still willing to work things out with her husband. But he was simply uninterested in her and was generally happier when she was somewhere he couldn't see her, except when he wanted to stick his dick into her. It was baffling; especially in light of the new attention she had received and guessed she would be receiving in the near future.
She'd play it by ear, as the humans said. None of her husband's friends seemed like bad people and she had to admit that she couldn't find any immediate objections towards any of them. But with no history of speaking to any of them, she wasn't sure how to approach them. She would let them come to her and she would decide; this saved her the trouble of having to find out if they even wanted her and prevented embarrassing encounters. Plus, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to do go through with it anyway.
Having finally come to the decision she had been avoiding all day, Shema was turned on by the thought of finally mating with a male again. Remembering how her body had reacted around Jesse, she had to do something about this.
Reaching blindly for the television remote as she sat up in bed, she managed to knock the remote to the floor. Grumbling, she reached over the bed and snatched the remote, turning on the television as she got comfortable again. Instantly, the sounds of groaning and fucking filled the room as the television's glow projected an image of someone's dick being thrust in and out of a woman's asshole as she verbally abused him. Frowning at this display of vulgarity, Shema changed the channel to a different adult network.
The screen was blank, but smooth, slow jazz issued from the room's entertainment system. Intrigued, she stared at the blank screen and a scene faded into view. A beautiful brunette woman with bright lipstick was lying on a bed, caressing the face of the man lying on top of her as he leaned down to kiss her. The scene zoomed out to a ceiling shot as the clothed couple kissed and writhed on the bed, running their hands along each other's bodies. Gradually, they started removing each other's clothing and once they were both naked, the man gave the woman a lingering, lip-sucking kiss before kissing both of her nipples. Continuing to kiss her, the man moved farther down the woman's body as she ran her hands through his hair.
Shema's eyes went wide. This is what she wanted! As the scene began to heat up, she ran her hands all over her body, closing her eyes and purring as she listened to the passionate sounds from the television. When the couple started to grind together, Shema slid her fingers inside her moist slit, massaging her sensitive areas in motion with the sounds of the male's sweaty movements. As the couple grunted and moaned, Shema began to moan as well, increasing the tempo of her pleasure and arching her hips into the air as she thrust her sticky fingers in and out of her eager pussy.
Squeezing a breast and nipple with her other hand, she began to involuntarily buck her hips as her she began to reach her climax. Gasping, she threw herself up and onto her knees, frantically riding her upturned fingers as she leaned against her hand. Unwilling to open her eyes and break the illusion, she panted heavily as her orgasm shot up her spine, waves of pleasure washing outwards from her crotch. "Oh yes! Yes!" she growled in ecstasy, cramming her fingers painfully in her pussy as she clasped both her hands together. Throwing her head back, she let out a guttural groan, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she continued to bounce on her hands, hot dribbles of liquid seeping from between her legs and into the bed sheets.
Gradually, her ardor cooled and she gently massaged her pubic mound to ease the ache. Catching the end of the porno scene, she licked her lips watching the male jerk himself off, ejaculating on to the woman's breasts as she held them to her face and teased the nipples. Tired but satisfied, Shema stayed perched on her knees, wobbling slightly as the scene gradually faded to black. Somewhat disappointed that she didn't watch the whole thing, she lay back down and squirmed into a comfortable sleeping position. The scent of her pleasure was very strong, but somehow comforting, and she sneezed despite herself.
"That was Private Detective Dick Worthy, an older film from the amateur studio, Classy Endeavors. And speaking of endeavors, now a word from our sponsors: Are you or yours looking for some excitement and passion?" the deep voice of the television queried. Shema's ears flicked in interest, both excitement and passion sounded good to her right now.
The television voice droned on. "Are you also searching for a unique and rewarding job experience?" Now very interested, she stared intently at the screen as a phone number and address flashed on to the screen. A pretty older woman walked in front of the address, "Then we here at Classy Endeavors might have a position for you! We've been depending on amateurs just like you for over five years now and we've always happy to see new faces, as well as other things!"
The woman winked and walked back off screen. Shema sighed. There was no chance she'd be allowed to do something like that. However, it was three in the morning and she was sleepy. Turning off the television and curling into a ball, she fell asleep and dreamed of home.
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Shema awoke as always: grumpily and disheveled. Only until after the rooster's wake-up call had finally died off did she blearily open her eyes to stare at the alarm clock. Five in the morning was too early for a lot of things, including waking up and she pulled the covers over her head and tried to fall back asleep.
After fifteen minutes she had to admit that she wasn't going to sleep and she threw off the blankets and stomped into the bathroom. Disgruntled and furthering her plans for that stupid bird's demise, she used the toilet and turned the shower on. She peered at herself in the mirror and frowned. She always looked frumpy in the morning and two hours of sleep certainly wasn't helping. Testing the shower with a finger, she turned the dial for hotter water and stepped in. She loitered luxuriously in the steamy water, allowing it to take it's time in waking her up as she planned out her day.
There really wasn't much to plan. True, she was living on a farm, but nothing was actually grown or raised. Other than a run-down, smelly chicken coop which contained a single rooster and a barn filled with moldy hay, there was no indication this was actually a farm at all. Where the rooster and the hay had come from was a mystery, though if she knew where the rooster originated from, she'd have sent him back long ago.
She arched her back, stretching into the flow of warm water. Her back had been bothering her for a few days now and as she turned around to let the water relax her back muscles, she guessed that she was probably entering the end stage of her fertile period, though it would be a few more weeks of back pain (and worse) before it was over. She had seen many television commercials about human females and their fertile times and she could only scoff at them. If they thought having a monthly cycle was bad, they certainly weren't ready for a Katta's yearly three-month cycle. It was painful and messy, but Shema had already been through six cycles and was accustomed, though it made it no less aggravating.
Cautiously straightening up, she arched her back for the final time and reached for the shampoo. Covered in fur, human shampoo was too expensive for her to use, given that it took half of a typical bottle for one good wash. Not only was it expensive, but during the warm seasons, it was inadequate for dealing with the variety of small biting insects that seemed drawn to her. With a pang of shame, she remembered her husband's reaction when he realized she was infested with fleas. Exiled to a tent in the backyard, she had been allowed to return after a week to discover every fabric in the bedroom and bathrooms had been replaced. "A bit of an overreaction..." she murmured, but the humiliation was still fresh enough to hurt.
Scrubbing herself furiously, she tried to keep her mind on other topics and soon she was enveloped in suds. As she rinsed herself off, she consciously replaced her pain for determination, "Shema, you stupid Katta" she hissed to herself "Nothing ever gets done when you run around with your eyes closed like a mewling kitten". She had been planning on cleaning out the barn yesterday, but the tryst with Jesse had distracted her and she didn't get much done. "Today, the barn is cleaned!" Shema exclaimed, punching the air with a soapy fist. Losing her balance, she slipped and spent a precarious few seconds dancing on her feet, throwing suds all over the shower until she regained her composure. Salvaging her dignity, she finished washing herself with nary a peep.
Stepping out of the shower, she ran the towel along her body, leaving her fur damp, but not drippy. As she walked to the closet, she thought about Jesse again. "Would he have wanted to mate me if I hadn't worn such a revealing outfit...?" Shema pondered. But she put that thought out of her head. Today was going to mean serious work and she couldn't have her boobs hanging out. Sighing, she picked the only sports bra she owned from a bin on the floor.
Sliding it over her boobs and adjusting the fit, she winced as the wrongly-sized bra pressed into her chest. It did keep her breasts out of the way, but at the expense of squashing them flat, she thought sourly. The next item took a few minutes to locate, but after rooting through the bins and hangers she found a pair of overalls and stepped into it, wiggling about a bit to settle them comfortably on her body. Satisfied with the fit, she ignored the throbbing on her chest and sauntered out of the bedroom, pausing on the way out to admire herself in the full-length mirror.
This time, she wore no panties.
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The barn wasn't very large, as barns went, maybe thirty feet by twenty and had two stables, a workbench, and what looked like six tons of rotting hay on one side and a great deal less fresh hay on the other. "At least I won't be bored today..." Shema sighed with dismay. Grumbling to herself, she pushed the barn doors wide open and locked them against the building. Sloughing through the rotten hay scattered about the barn, she opened the opposite doors and locked them as well, hoping somehow that the wind would blow all the bad hay out of the barn. Realizing the chance of that was slim, she grabbed a rusty pitchfork off of the bench and stabbed the nearest clump of dirty hay, inexpertly chucking it out the door.
After an hour of hay-shoveling, Shema had to admit she wasn't doing this right. True, she had put a sizable dent in the rotten hay population, but now there was a pile of hay outside the barn, gradually blocking anyone's ability to enter or leave through the far side and preventing the doors from being shut. Perturbed, she tried to remember where the wheelbarrow was, but she couldn't remember if her husband had even brought his from the other home. She could continue shoveling the dirty hay out of the barn and shovel it out the opposite side, but she would end up trapping herself and carrying each shovel of hay farther out of the barn would take too long. Frustrated, she gazed at the fresh golden hay lying in a big pile in the corner and an idea came to her.
Snuggling into the hay, she sighed as she slipped into sleep. Taking a nap was always a good idea.
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Gasping for breath, Steve mustered up the last bit of strength residing within him and urged his burning legs to keep pedaling. Of all the days for his car to give up the ghost (again), today was the worst possible day. Stuck riding an old bicycle, he was going to arrive at the farm sweaty and tired...hardly something that would impress Shema. Shaking his head in frustration, he desperately didn't want to blow his first and possibly only chance to meet her face-to-face.
Every group of guys had the one nerdy guy in it and that was Steve. It was telling that he was far more excited about getting the chance to talk to her alone than he was about the possibility of having sex with her, as her husband announced before he left on a business trip of unstated duration. The thought of being able to learn about her people and about Shema made him positively giddy. When his thoughts veered towards sex, he dismissed them, even regarding Shema. At 27, he had a few victories notched on his belt, but it never was a huge concern of his.
Pausing at the top, he swung off of his bike, narrowly avoiding being hit by a passing car. Walking slowly and attempting to time his breathing so he wouldn't arrive half-dead, he walked alongside his bike through the open wrought-iron gate and down the dirt path.
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Arriving at the outskirts of the cluster of buildings, Steve paused and listened. He didn't hear anything from the house, where he expected Shema would be. The whole place was unusually quiet, given that Shema was not quiet, no matter what she did. It was unlikely that she wasn't home at all, since she couldn't drive, couldn't ride a bicycle, and he couldn't see her calling a taxi.
He considered calling out for her, but the voyeur in him was still hoping to observe her unawares. Looking around, he noticed both sets of doors were open on the barn and that there was a mound of dirty-looking hay cluttering the rear entrance of the barn. Puzzled, he paused one more time to see if he could hear anything and getting nothing, walked softly around the rear of the barn, expecting to see Shema there. The pitchfork lying in the doorway was a sure sign she was close and he softly crept to the edge of the doorway and began to lean forwards to take a peek inside.
A sudden snort from the inside of the barn startled Steve so much that he jumped back, nearly falling on his ass as he slipped on a patch of hay. Recovering, he straightened himself up and peeked inside the barn. In the corner, a brown, blue, and yellow shape rustled in the pile of hay, snoring gently and fidgeting. Quietly bending down, Steve took off his sneakers and socks to minimize the noise of his walking. Keeping an eye on the mumbling, napping Katta, Steve crept cautiously towards her, aware that the slightest sound could wake her...in which case he'd have a lot of explaining to do.
Managing to sneak right up to her pile of hay, he gazed at her curiously. The overalls she was wearing managed to mute the various curves and lumps of her body, but she was still very cute and he had seen enough of her to know what sort of body the denim was hiding. He wondered if he should wake her, but he didn't have a good excuse for even being at the farm today, and the slight weight at his hip reminded him of other opportunities. Taking his time to avoid making a sound, he unclasped his cell phone from its holder and muted the volume. Fresh pictures would be great for his website.
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Shema was doing her best not to fidget or burst out in her sneezing laughter, but laying there pretending to still be asleep was getting to be a bit much. She figured it was either Steve or Dillon, judging by the sharp scent of sweat wafting over her. Whomever it was, they clearly didn't know much about her or they'd have stayed downwind of her instead of having their scent blown right into her nose. She contemplating suddenly jumping up and pouncing on whomever it was, but she didn't want to risk the chance of accidentally hurting the male and losing the potential to have some fun today. Instead, she continued to pretend she was sleeping while focusing on the male's breathing and footsteps. It seemed he was hovering in front of her, curiously moving from side to side. What was he doing? Whatever it was, he continued doing it and Shema entertained herself with thoughts of sex and males and food (it was lunch time after all). Her body responded as she grew aroused, her nipples stiffening against tight embrace of the bra and she urgently redirected her thoughts, hoping they weren't visible through the fabric. Either they weren't or the male didn't notice, as the creepy shuffling didn't stop. Lying in the hay, she fought back the habit of biting her lip when she was frustrated, feeling her nipples fully stiffen and her crotch grow warmer. She was going to pounce on this male... or she was going back to her bedroom for an epic self-mating session as soon as he left.
The shuffling sounds stopped, replaced by the soft rustling of footsteps through the hay as whomever it was walked away from her. Shema kept her eyes closed until she estimated the male was halfway to the end of the barn, and then carefully peeked through slitted eyelids. Blurrily, a male shuffled through the hay away from her, his shoulders hunched and his head down, looking at something he was holding. It looked like Steve, which Shema was glad to see. He stood out amongst her husband's friends as being particularly quiet around her and he'd be easy to force herself on to if need be. But first, she needed to get his attention. Glancing about her, she picked up a small pebble and winged it at the back of the male's head.
It couldn't have hit him that hard, she didn't hear the impact and the pebble was very small, but her aim was true and it pegged him right on the back of the head. The male jumped and twisted around towards her in surprise and Shema stuck her tongue out, beckoning him to return to her with one crooked finger. He blushed and looked down at the object in his hands, hurriedly shoving it in his pocket before hesitantly shuffling back to her. Blushing, he stood before her as she stretched out luxuriously, trying to show off her body underneath the thick, concealing denim fabric. Still saying nothing, she stared up at him, letting her jaw relax and her tongue hang out of her mouth and she pointed at the pocket of his pants where he had stashed the object and then at herself, never letting her eyes waver off of his.
Steve stared down at the reclining Katta and panicked, thinking she was motioning him to take his pants off or something. He quickly realized she meant for him to hand over the cell phone, but the thought of baring all in front of her got an unwelcome response from his pants and he fished around for the cell phone, using the opportunity to covertly rearrange his underwear to hide his erection. But he was too late and when he made eye contact again, she slowly licked her lips, making him uncomfortably aware that he wasn't the only horny one in the barn. He silently handed over the cell phone, relieved that it seemed to distract her. His relief gave way to anxiety as he watched her take one claw-tipped finger and drag it across the screen as she tried to view the photos. He thought he could hear the gentle screeching of the plastic giving way to her claw as she scratched up the face of his expensive phone, but he didn't dare say anything to break what seemed like a rather sexually receptive mood. The scratching and screeching intensified as she evidently figured out how to access the photos and a thoughtful expression crept over her face as she reviewed the images.
"These are not good pictures of me", she complained as she scrolled through the phone's gallery, "They are all of my face and my mouth is wide open and I'm sleeping and you can't see my body and-". "And you want me to take better pictures of you?", he interrupted, risking her wrath at cutting her complaint short. Her husband had always said what a vain creature she was, though he actually did call her a creature, which irritated Steve. Shema wasn't a creature, if you couldn't call her a woman, then you could definitely call her a female and what little interaction he'd observed her having with her husband's friends gave him the impression that she seemed cheerful and easy going, if somewhat shy. However, if there was any shyness in the smoldering Katta reclining in front of him, he didn't see it.
Shema stared back at him and stuck her tongue out, wiggling her body in the hay and increasing her desire as she glanced down at the bulge in his pants. She really wanted to pounce him and rip his pants off, but she knew that was mostly her hormones goading her. Once her fertile period passed, her ardor would cool off considerably. Though the if the events of yesterday and today were any indication, the next nine months of infertility would be the first she spent around males that wanted to mate with her and she was a little anxious and very excited (and ashamed) of the possibilities that would bring. She remembered the last time her husband had mated with her, but the only thing she could remember was the weight of his hands pressing into her back and the deliciously full feeling as he took her from behind. It had been rough and a bit painful and she hadn't had an orgasm, but it was still something from him and she had treasured the moment, though the act had been emotionally empty.
She didn't know why he had woken her up that night to mate, but any effort she made to connect with him past a physical level had been rebuffed and he wouldn't even let her cuddle with him after he had finished with her. At the time she was hurt, but thought that the episode had been a step in the right direction. But he had left on his trip with barely a word, leaving her alone and upset. Physically, they mated quite often, but it was always a physical thing, never emotional. He never let her mate with him face-to-face, she always had her face pressed into the bed, while he mounted her. She had asked once to be on her hands and knees so she could stare down her chest to watch him mate with her, but he had refused and held her arms behind her back and pushed her into the bed anyway.
But she had Jesse coming back at some point for her, and maybe Steve after today. Her mood lightened by the thought of "her" males mating with her in the future, she shook her chest at Steve and gave him a toothy smile. If she had any doubts about having fun with her husband's friends, the reminder of that memory banished all of them. She would be careful not to be too brazen with them, but if any of them were willing, so was she, so long as they behaved themselves. Shema knew most humans would judge her negatively for having fun with her husband's friends, but she had made her needs quite clear to him and he hadn't even tried. She would simply seek other ways, safe ways, to satiate her needs now.
Right now though, she would have some fun with Steve, but at her own pace. Deciding to give him a show first, Shema hoisted herself up and stepped close to him so they were nearly nose (hers) to mouth (his). Still clutching his phone, she enveloped him in a hug, letting her arms fall down his back. "Yeeeeessss...," she purred as she teased her pointy nails into his back, "I think you should take much better pictures of me. You will do that for Shema, yes?"
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Steve stared into her wide, green eyes as he tried to remember how to speak. He was possibly closer to her at that moment than her husband had ever been and the sensation of her hot breath playing against his lips gave him the urge to grab her head (romantically, of course) and give her a deep, luxurious kiss. The fact that he had no experience in doing anything of the short was overshadowed by the incompatibility her mouth presented. How did you kiss a woma...female, that had almost no lips? He exhaled a breath he didn't know he had been holding, blushing as he wondered if his breath smelled okay. Unusually concerned, he stared at her for some indication of what to do, but she darted her mouth forward and gave him a nip on the lips, cementing his complete inability to think with his upper head.
Letting his lower head (of which Shema was well aware) take over, he grinned at her and stepped back a bit to give his arms room to come up and lightly grabbed where he guessed her boobs were under the rough overalls. His aim was true and her eyes widened and she gasped as he started to gently squeeze her breasts. She giggled and disengaged from the hug, one hand moving to prop up a breast and the other slid past his belly and to his crotch, where she reciprocated by rubbing and squeezing the bulge in his pants.
Steve wanted to rip the overalls right off of Shema and...god, do so many things to her. He was normally reserved around women, but Shema's eagerness was infectious. She had her eyes closed and her cute little tongue hanging out and felt the urge to bite it, but the pointy teeth around that tongue made him a bit nervous. Instead, he slid one hand along her chest up to the left strap of her overalls, sliding it from her collarbone to her shoulder, which Shema wiggled absentmindedly, causing the strap to fall down to her elbow. Her eyes still closed and one hand still massaging his dick, Shema loosened the other strap herself, wiggling her shoulder to dislodge it. With both straps of her overalls loosely hanging around her elbows, Shema took Steve's hand that was alternately squeezing both breasts and guided it between her legs before placing both her arms at her sides, letting the overalls spill down to her waist, revealing the sports bra entrapping her boobs.
Shema pressed Steve's phone into his hand and stepped away from him, opening her eyes and giving him a Look. She regretted the loss of a hand on her crotch, but there would be time for that later and with less fabric between them. Putting her hands on her hips, she leaned forwards, giving him an excellent view of her squashed cleavage. "Well? Are you going to take pictures of me or not?"
Steve laughed and held up the phone. "Sure, hold still..." He centered the smiling half-naked Katta on his camera's screen and tapped the button, capturing the first image anyone had ever taken of a partially dressed Katta. Of the hundred or so Katta on Earth, there were maybe a dozen pictures between them, if you didn't count the "official" ones. And none of them were anything approaching the one residing in his camera right now. And it was relatively tame, Steve wondered how far he should press his luck and decided not to press very far.
"You're very cute", Steve smiled, "How about we take some with your overalls back on and work down from there?" If he could get her to pose for a lot of images, he could put them on his website and make a killing. Of course, the world would quickly figure out it which Katta it was and Shema would be hounded...maybe posting them wasn't a good idea after all. At least not yet. Having something to blackmail her with could be handy.
Shema, however, was quite naïve about those matters and didn't waste time giving it a second thought. "Sure!" she chirped, excited and anxious about this attention she was getting. Quickly looping the overalls around her shoulders, she looked around the barn for something to play with. "How about if I pose with the rake I was using?", propping up the discarded tool and leaning against it. Steve took another picture and Shema changed positions, holding the rake in front of her and stepping forward, twisting her legs around it so that it was pressed tight against her chest. She heard the gentle click sound of Steve's cell phone as he took another picture and held the rake in front of her again, straddling it as she shuffled forward. Grinning at the expectation of Steve's reaction, she stopped when the end of the rake was right at her crotch and gently pressed it between her legs. Sticking her tongue out, she watched herself as she played, very carefully applying more pressure as she gyrated slightly against it.
Steve was shocked. Granted, he had been fondling her crotch a moment ago, but she did remember he was taking pictures now, right? Centering the sighing Katta in the camera, Steve took three quick pictures which seemed to startle Shema, blinking as she whipped her head back up to look at him. But Steve liked where this was going. "It's all right Shema, just keep doing what you're doing..." Shema grinned and stuck her tongue out at him, which elicited another two pictures and then tilted her head back with her eyes closed and tongue lolling out of her mouth, giving Steve a preview of things to come. Ha, she thought, things to come. Well, maybe. Jesse had certainly earned the right first, but Steve might if he did well. Shema wiggled her clothed chest at him and held the position, imagining what it would be like to lay in the hay, her chest pressed against the ground as Steve straddled her haunches and pushed into her. The ghostly suggestion of an even naughtier scenario whispered in her mind, but Steve's cough interrupted her before it could develop. Startled out of very pleasant fantasy, she smiled at him and hungrily licked her lips.
"Yesssss...what do you want?", she queried and something about the tone of her voice made Steve nervous. "Uh, I was thinking you should take your top off again, get some pictures of those great tits of yours" Steve stammered and mentally cursed at how he sounded. He wasn't normally this nervous with women, but then directing an impromptu photo shoot of another man's desirable alien wife wasn't normal to begin with. He wasn't sure how to react if she refused, but she nodded enthusiastically and flipped the shoulder straps off, shimmying as she stepped towards him, her overalls spilling down her chest and around her waist.
"Hi there..." she breathed, stepping against him and pressing her boobs against his chest. Shema was smiling and rubbing herself against him, but nervousness was rolling around in her tummy. Her tryst with Jesse had left no proof behind, but this would be different. So far she had done nothing wrong by posing for pictures, but what she was about to do was a definite point-of-no-return. Posing for Steve had made her feel attractive in a way her husband never had and knowing someone desired her sexually came as a relief that the problems with her husband might not be her fault. Emboldened, she decided she was going to show Steve a very good time.
Standing on the tips of her toes she purred and rubbed her nose against his, sliding one between them to gently squeeze his crotch. She gave him a quick nip on the lips and knelt in front of him, awkwardly fishing around with the fly of his pants in an effort to pull his dick out.
Steve laughed, drawing a Look from Shema as she poked around in his pants. Impatient, she gave up on maneuvering him and simply pulled his jeans down. Steve was wearing similar boxers as Jesse and Shema smiled, knowing exactly what do do with them. She could hear Steve's heavy breathing already and guessed he would be quicker than Jesse to finish. Even if they didn't get to her pleasure, posing and feeling naughty had been almost as much fun. Owing her one might come in handy later anyway...
Sniffing at the unbuttoned fly of his boxers, she recoiled in surprise as his heavy, thick scent filled her nose. His scent was much stronger than Jesse's had been, but it wasn't unpleasant. Grabbing his hips, she stuck her nose inside his pants, rubbing it along the moist flesh of his shaft as she pressed against the silken bulge with her tongue. She heard the click of the camera and blushed, having forgotten in the heat of the moment that he was still taking pictures. Withdrawing, she looked up at him and smiled, making sure to show all of her pointy Katta teeth, but she returned her attention to his crotch and pulled down his boxers, amused at the wet blotch her tongue had left.
Twitching and hard with the long overdue need of release, his cock sprang out from his boxers and swayed in front of Shema's face, her cute little nose snuffling gently as she tasted more of his scent. Steve thought it looked a little ridiculous and glanced at Shema self-consciously. He guessed he was about average, which mathematically, he figured he should be fine with. Looking back up at Shema, he smirked. "So, what do you think?"
Shema's heart was pounding and her encounter with Jesse fast-forwarded through her mind as she gazed at the erect, throbbing cock twitching in front of her face. The tingly, itchy feeling that had been playing between her legs for the past ten minutes grew much stronger and the prickly feeling that followed was almost certainly her nipples hardening and poking through the fur. She closed her eyes in exasperation, blushing at the warmth blossoming between her legs. Her body was ready to be mated with, but despite her earlier fantasy, Shema really didn't want Steve mating with her...at least not right now. Still, there was no harm in taking him inside her mouth. He was awfully twitchy though and she doubted if he'd last long.
"I think...", she purred, gazing up at him and stroking his cock, "...that you and I should have some fun now, yesss?"
Not waiting for a response, she lowered her gaze back to the manhood throbbing in her grasp. She gently licked the precum off the tip of his dick and smiled up at him reassuringly. She knew that her mouth full of pointy teeth was not inviting, but she hadn't hurt any of the males she had sucked on so far. All two of them.
Her imagination suddenly conjured up an image she had seen of human mating videos; a woman on her knees, sucking on different males as they stood around her. She had been turned on by the rawness of the act and masturbated to the thought of faceless males surrounding her too, a miasma of scents and tastes filling her nose and mouth as they took turns using her. Now she had the potential to put faces to her fantasy. But her satisfaction would have to come later.
Shema opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to guide his cock safely over her teeth. When half of him was in her mouth, she carefully closed her mouth around him and sucked hard, drawing a groan from the male as the head swelled appreciatively in her mouth. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she wiggled her head and pushed farther down his shaft, stopping when her nose was resting against his pelvis. He seemed smaller than Jesse and more comfortable to have in her mouth, which made her confident she wouldn't be spitting up again if he tried to shove all of it into her. Withdrawing, she made sure to make as much slurpy, wet noises as she could, knowing from the human mating videos that males really liked that. Stopping just before the head slipped out of her mouth, she closed her teeth gently over the end of it and started bobbing her head and flicking her tongue against the slit, waiting to see if he would take control.
Steve couldn't believe what was happening. One moment he was taking nude pictures of Shema and the next she was nuzzling his crotch and sucking his dick. The striptease she had given him had gotten him fairly close as it was, but that rough tongue of hers was bringing him to his climax very quickly! Gasping, he pushed her head off his cock, causing her to look up at him with a questioning stare.
"Sorry Shema, I'm really, really close already and you had just started. I didn't want to finish so soon and I didn't know if coming inside your mouth was okay...", he trailed off as her smirk grew increasingly wider. "What's so funny?" he demanded.
"Jesse did the same thing! You males are funny! A Katta female lets you inside her mouth and the first thing you do is pull yourself back out!" Shema laughed, "Fine then! You can touch yourself and squirt into my mouth when you're ready..." Shifting about slightly, she placed her hands on her knees and leaned her head back.
"Nyaaah!" Shema stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes, wiggling her bottom with nervous anticipation, "Shoot your load right on to my wet, rough Katta tongue!" Shema blushed as she finished extolling him to cum in her mouth. She had never talked to her husband like that and it occurred to her that it might help to start...something to think about later. For now, she had Steve to take care of.
Steve grinned and stepped back a bit, holding the camera at just the right angle to snap a POV picture of her. The whole experience had been a lot more than he had been expecting and it seemed that no one had planned on Shema being so sexually frustrated. The docile, meek Katta he was used to seeing patter skittishly around the house was gone, replaced by the ravenous, sultry creature that kneeling before him. Carefully frisbeeing his phone into a large pile of hay, Steve knew he wasn't going to last any decent length of time with her, but it didn't seem like she was expecting him to anyway. Turning back to her, he placed his right hand on her head and started jerking off with his left, the head of his cock brushing against the soft, pink tip of her tongue.
After the mess Jesse had made on her face, Shema didn't want to open her eyes, but she could feel Steve's stroking against her tongue and swallowed nervously, waiting for him to squirt into her mouth. When her husband had done it, she had gagged and spat it out on to their bedsheets, which earned her a night alone on the couch. She never figured out why he had been so angry at her for such a simple thing, but her apologies hadn't been noticed, let alone accepted and he never came inside her mouth again, electing to splatter her face instead, which she didn't like.
"Shema, you stupid kitten!" she scolded herself mentally, "You have a cock ready to explode on your tongue and you're thinking of silly, sad things!" Distracted, she let her hands roam over her body, anticipating a rush of sticky, warm cum to coat her mouth any moment. Running her hands over her breasts, she smiled slightly as she brushed her fingers over her perky, thick nipples. Pinching each nipple between her fingers, she arched her back her back slightly, keeping Steve's cock safely pointing into her mouth and his hand on her head. The attention she was giving to her boobs served to remind her pussy that it had received nearly nothing and she surrendered only slightly, snaking one hand down her belly to rub her clit. She wasn't going to get off like this, but it would hold her over until she had privacy enough for some self-mating. She heard his panting suddenly increase in frequency and volume and she quickly opened her eyes to make sure she wasn't going to get it on her face again. He was jerking himself off very rapidly and she darted her head forward to take the head into her mouth so to be certain of no messiness.
Steve grunted as he felt the roughness of her tongue. He had his eyes closed and was jerking himself off, imagining what it would be like to slide into that furry, wet cunt and fuck the shit out of her. He normally didn't...objectify women like that, but Shema wasn't even a women, just a sexy, female Katta. Imagining her on all fours just seemed right somehow and imagining himself crouched over her as he pounded her tight, wet cunt was even better.
Right and apparently very alluring, because with that thought came the sudden rush of blood to his crotch, signaling the messy end of their tryst. Gasping, he held her head with one hand and stroked himself faster as his cock swelled and tightened between her teeth. "Shema, I'm going to-", but he didn't have to finish the sentence. He felt her quickly move her head and looked down at her, seeing her for the first time in several minutes. Peering back up at him were two gorgeous, amused green eyes; she was staring up at him, her mouth open and tongue out. He was surprised to see her hand between her legs and regretted closing his eyes, had he known she was trying, he might have been able to wait until she came as well. She had also been squeezing one of her breasts, but she placed that hand flat on his thigh and nodded at him with a narrowing of her eyes. Gasping as his orgasm rushed upwards, he pressed the tip of his dick against her extended, waiting tongue and groaned as a thick jet of semen shot on to her tongue and ricocheted into her mouth.
He continued to squirt into her mouth and resisted the urge to grab her head and shove himself into her throat. He had been with women before, though not many, and never wanted to be that rough with them, but something about the furry little alien turned something on inside of him. He satisfied himself with sliding in and out of her mouth, drawing a bemused stare from Shema.
Shema let him have his fun for a few moments, but she was done. She wanted to get rid of the gooey bitterness in her mouth and tapped him on the thigh and gently pushed him away. He obligingly stepped back, sliding out of her mouth for the final time and after a few swallows she figured she had gotten most of him out of her mouth. Smacking her lips to get the final vestiges of him liquified and swallowed, she stood up and smiled at him.
"That was a lot!" she exclaimed, laughing as he blushed and grinned. "You must have many females to mate, being able to provide that much", she continued, confusing him. He opened his mouth to reply that, no, he didn't have many women, thanks, but stopped. He had never heard or read anything about the Katta mating or marriage norms, but now was obviously not the time to bring it up. Shema had never seemed to have any interest in talking with or being around any of her husband's friends and Steve was curious about the Katta people, if you could call them that. Hell, he had come over to talk to Shema precisely for that reason, but he felt that Shema wanted him to leave now.
Steve decided to take a small chance, "Well, maybe I could come back some time and we could talk about Katta and human mating habits. I'd love to know more about the Katta in general, your people have not provided a lot of information about them."
Shema looked at him, taken aback by the sudden shift in mood. She wasn't certain if he meant that he wanted to come back to have fun again or possibly mate with her or if he really wanted to talk about the Katta. Either way, it would be entertaining.
"Sure!" she replied, clapping her hands together, "I would love to tell you more about the Katta! No one else seems to care, actually...". The sentence trailed off sadly and Steve wondered how poor her relationship with his friend, her husband, actually was. Shema rallied quickly though, "But for now, you need to go. I have a lot more work to do today! Get your clothes together and call the house in a week or so, then we can talk!" With that, Shema scampered to a hay pile, fetched his phone, and tossed it at him. Preoccupied with pulling his pants back up, it thwacked into his chest and fell to the ground. He heard her giggle and he shot her a look, reaching down and stuffing the phone into a pocket.
He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, nodding at her with a smile as he walked out of the barn and towards where he left his bicycle. Wincing as he settled on to the hard bicycle seat, he pedaled down the dirt path to the street, relaxed and satisfied with his meeting with Shema.
Peeking through a knot hole in the barn's flimsy wood walls, she waited until she saw Steve turn on to the street before running out of the barn and into the house. Biting her tongue with excitement, she hopped on to the kitchen counter she and Jesse had been leaning against a week ago and pulled off her overalls. Squeezing a breast in one hand, she started fingering herself and let her imagination run wild. The barn could wait until tomorrow.