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Ardanis' favorite part about hanging out with Andrea wasn't the sports-- not exactly. It certainly helped keep him in shape, and he was pretty good at most things she dragged him to the sports center for. Tennis was certainly no exception, so he'd had little objection to her choice. It wasn't that she was up for anything at any hour-- sometimes he just wanted to get out there at the oddest hours, and who else would be up and out the door to meet him at 2 in the morning? And his favorite part wasn't that the pussycat always seemed to wear white-- a little sweat, and her shirt was clinging tight to her form, betraying the vibrant blue of her fur underneath and accentuating her body more than hiding it. His favorite part of hanging out with Andrea had to be The Bounce.

It was her serve. It didn't matter how strong her sports bra was-- when she jumped to swat that ball at him, her breasts jumped half a second later, exhibiting a prime example of The Bounce. He loved the way one heavy tit rose and fell just a little sooner than the other with that motion, creating a brilliant ripple like her rack was going more for The Wave. It was such a sight, he didn't mind missing the ball-- it was for the better, really. She wasn't quite so great at the game-- but the last time he'd beat her, she'd thrown her racket at him. So he took it easy, and took the time to admire the view. He was a nice guy like that.

The duck, the lunge, the leap, even just the run-- it didn't take much to coax out The Bounce. He was sure it wasn't her bra's fault, the thing could practically be made out of plate steel and have a hard time. She wasn't the bustiest woman he'd ever seen --some just weren't built for sports, period-- but she was probably better stacked than most sane women that dared to play the sports she did. She just didn't let her tits hold her back, he supposed. Not that he minded. The only real trouble was running to catch the ball when he was starting to get hard.

He was relieved to finish the final bout-- he wasn't too tired, but he didn't want to rub the little guy raw. They had come pretty close in scores, but--

"Yeah, you almost had me there, man. Keep working at it, huh?" Andrea smirked as she walked up to the side of the net, putting away her racket. Ardanis had managed to fumble just enough to let her come out on top, thankfully. Maybe the real miracle was that she didn't seem to notice.

He smiled, throwing on a little charm. "I dunno, I really thought I'd make it this time. Maybe it's just foolish to challenge the master. Er, mistress." He sketched a little bow, then bent proper to collect his things.

"Hmmm, it's the only way to learn, grasshopper." Her words were dripping with self-satisfaction. He glanced up, and over the horizon of that slowly heaving pair, she had a big kitty-with-cream grin.

He allowed himself a breath of a chuckle as he finished grabbing his things. His tennis skills might grow dull at this rate, but he still seemed to know how to press her buttons. "Alright. I think it's about time I head home and lick my wounds, o mistress." He turned away, shouldering his bag as he headed for the locker room. "Meet you in the lobby?" She made some faint noise he took for agreement, and he gave a slow stretch as he turned down the little twist of hallway leading into the men's lockers. His ears flickered as he stepped into the seemingly vacant room-- someone else was here? Another flicker, his ears swiveling, and he frowned. Behind? He turned-- and jumped a little.

Andrea stood in the doorway, wearing that exact same smug smile. Her shirt clung to her, revealing the dark blue cleavage underneath slowly rising and falling with her breath. And her shorts-- a thick bulge hung in the crotch, unmistakable and maybe even twitching a little as his eyes flickered down. "Wha--?" He wanted to be indignant and confused, but there wasn't much to be confused about. She was an active one: she loved to be out and about, playing sports, running, fooling around... Ardanis glanced around. "H-hey, gimme a sec and we can go to your place, alright?" He put on an easy smile, though it faltered a little as she stepped closer, her eyes level with his.

"It was my victory... I think someone owes me a little something." Her smile only widened as she took another step, suddenly pressing her breasts to his chest. She was radiating heat, and he could feel her nipples poking against his hide even through several layers of fabric.

"Ah..." Ardanis licked his lips, struggling just a little to keep his upper brain activity going, "someone could catch us. Don't want our memberships--"

"Here." She took another step, pushing him back with her body, that swell nudging against his own rather tented shorts a moment. "Now." Another step, and he was stumbling for his footing, trying to stutter out some excuse. She was so damned insistent when she got the idea in her head! "There's nobody down here at this hour anyway... so relax, grasshopper." His foot caught, and he grunted-- and yelped as she shoved him backwards, throwing him fully off balance.

A bench caught him before the floor did-- he must have tried to walk through it. His head smarted a little off the wood, but he only rubbed at his head a moment before he realized-- his shorts were gone. His eyes rolled down just in time to watch the grand unveiling.

Her bra may have been part steel after all-- he could have sworn he'd heard several clicks and creaks as her paws worked behind her back before the abused garment finally slung loose and fell away, letting two broad, rich blue breasts settle heavily on her chest, rippling a moment and surging up as she took a deep, relieved breath. A fresh, slow smile crested on her face as she leaned down over his cathood, now standing at happy attention. "I thought you might like that... I suppose you think I didn't notice you staring, too?" The smile curved into a devious little smirk as she settled down on her knees, letting her massive rack drape over his rod. For a moment, it was positively smothered, but she shifted a little to let him slide up through her cleavage, milking a groan from his lips and a bead of pre from his tip as it just barely pushed free of her fat tits. "Your game might improve if you learn to keep your eye on the ball, you know..." She teased him as she leaned down to lick that droplet from his tip, and another that formed immediately after.

"Nnh..." He sighed thickly and smiled just a little tremulously. "I'll have to keep that in mind... I think you'll only make it harder not to think of them at this rate, though..." He purred slowly as his paws slid down to press those heavy mounds close together around him, his hips grinding up to poke eagerly at her curved lips.

She chuckled softly and gave him a kiss, before rising suddenly, slipping out of his grasp. "Hmmm, maybe you're right." Her thumbs hooked in her own shorts as she stepped to one side. "And this is supposed to be my reward anyway-- I won, after all." As she spoke, she took slow, sinuous steps up one side of the bench, letting the motion of her hips work against her fingers to drag her shorts lower and lower, exposing with each step another stretch of plump ass and wide, sensuous yet powerful hips. When she came level with his head, she paused and dragged her shorts and panties down with a low groan until it popped free-- her deep blue breeding stick, the shaft heavy and swollen, her head glistening with smeared juices of arousal. Her gentle musk filled his nostrils, and he felt like he was already tasting it.

It might have been a little late, but he had to at least try one more time. "If we go back to my place, we can--" The words hardly left his mouth before she kicked a leg over the bench, twisting in a single smooth motion to crouch and slap him in the face with that cock, paws landing on his hips. She smirked down at him, through the narrow gap of her cleavage and around that thick kitty dick dragging against her face. Those broad hips wiggled over him, her impressive rear end filling the entirety of his view with her balls rearing up in the foreground. Finally, she managed to managed to drag her tip to her target-- his lips, still fumbling over some attempt at a protest until she managed to slide between them. He merfed out thickly around that rod, shuddering a little as she shoved right to the back of his neck in one jerk. For a moment, he almost gagged of all things-- he could have sworn his friends had buried that reflex more than six feet under, but Andrea had a talent for taking what she wanted.

Not that she was entirely selfish-- he'd just managed to fight down a convulsion around that cock stuffed in his muzzle when he felt the slick, tender touch of a tongue caressing his own rather impatient piece of kitty meat. Giving a ragged murr, he answered with a slow wash of his own tongue across that blue rod, and her hips eased up slowly, giving him a little room to work as she leaned in to wrap her lips around him. Her breasts were dual points stabbing at his gut, and quickly swelling into broad, warm weights, spreading to encompass his waist in soft flesh, dragging subtly across him every time she shifted. Her tongue swirled around him as her lips worked down his shaft, and he spread his legs slowly, groaning around her rod as it leaked on his tongue.

Slowly dragging his paws up, he took his time rubbing down her sides, along her thighs, and up over her hips as he lapped gently at her piece, twisting his head to one side, then the other, letting her nuzzle into his cheeks while he slurped over her. His paws firmed slowly on those broad hips to track her and take a little support as he leaned up, bobbing firmly up that shaft and wrapping his tongue around every inch he claimed. His trail of saliva steadily climbed her shaft until his nose was snuggling into her hanging balls, her head pushing against the back of his neck again. He started to tease her, a hint of a smirk haunting the corners of his lips as he pushed her to that gateway, just letting her strain against those muscles, maybe squeeze her very tip a bit through before pulling off again. She groaned around him, hips shifting to grind needily against those teasing kisses.

Perhaps following his lead, Andrea was starting to push deeper, leaning in close over him to positively smother him in her tits as her lips descended his rod. Her tongue dragged up and down the back of his rod with her motions, her head setting to firm bobs, dragging out three or four inches before slurping them up again rapidly. Suddenly, she was pushing him right to the back of her throat-- which was a bit of a surprise. Ardanis seemed to find himself with massive things sliding down his gullet more often than he cared to admit, but that wasn't Andrea's strong suit... She gave a few more long slides down his rod, pushing him against that limit, until she tensed and stopped a moment, trembling over him. Begrudgingly, she dragged off his rod entirely and set to aggressively suckling over the sides of him, wrapping her lips around those last few inches of his meat that she couldn't eat the long way. Her lips dragged at him under powerful suction, her tongue lathering tight over his flesh as she worked down to feat on his balls, milking a heavy groan from him, which thrummed right against her own cock.

She was half-lodged in his throat before he'd realized it-- Ardanis had been thinking so much about deepthroating that he found she just kind of... slid in. He gave a firm swallow, and her head was pulled snug into his neck. She gave a thick shiver and huffed over his balls, and he dragged off her again, taking a few loose, sloppy suckles over the first half of her length before stuffing it back down his muzzle, pressing up to swallow her head and slowly press her deeper. His paws kneaded slowly over her hips, holding her steady as he pressed up to eat her right up, his nose sliding in under her hanging balls to let them roll up his face until they were sitting snug on his closed eyes. One more firm push, and his lips pressed to her base before he slowly dragged off to catch a gulp of air.

Andrea had faltered a moment-- when he started swallowing that rod, her moans had rolled heavy from her own throat, the blue feline drooling all over his balls and panting heavily as she sunk deeper and deeper until she was fully rooted, a purr staining her deep, pleased moan as she shivered a moment. When he pulled off, she seemed to suddenly realize herself and returned to suckling at his orbs-- though only for a moment. She paused again, and he panted out a few breaths before capturing her tip between his lips again, when he felt her do the same. She pushed down his rod, eating him up rapidly until he was straining against her throat, a little electric jolt running down to his toes as he felt that wonderful spread of slick pressure, of some unbearably tight hole spreading just a hint around him for an instant. She pushed against his rod, flexing and swallowing at him brutishly, and he was hardly surprised when she faltered and was forced to pause and settle her insides before going on. She was back into it immediately, though-- bobbing and butting his tip against her throat until suddenly, with one smooth, fierce thrust, she swallowed his head.

His eyes flicked wide, and slowly rolled up as he groaned around her meat. He really hadn't thought she'd manage, but he was already sliding deeper into that slender, muscled neck, her inner muscles wringing wonderfully at his first few inches. Her throat wasn't quite virgin --he was pretty sure she'd had a few visitors, but no regulars-- but it felt damn close, and in this moment, squeezed into this straining hole, he was able to indulge in a rare and rather dark pleasure: he felt huge. With the well-endowed company he kept, it was a rare treat indeed to feel someone stretch and strain around him, and it was everything he could do not to reach down, to grab her head and thrust up, to fuck that tight little neck. But this was almost as good-- she was struggling around him, and he could feel her swallowing over and over, trying to work him deeper, trying to ease the confused convulsions of her inner muscles as they pushed at him awkwardly, trying to expel the intruder whenever she didn't actively pull him down. It was... perverse, and he shouldn't have enjoyed it so much, but in this moment, he was happy to glaze over, to swallow that thick, twitching rod to the hilt and just enjoy the ride.

It was probably her competitive side coming out again. She had to be better than him at everything, and if he could swallow a cock, by gods, so could she. So when he pushed his muzzle firm to her loins and ground his face against her, those heavy blue balls bouncing on his brow, she leaned in, trembling all down that curvy body as she worked him in to the hilt and nuzzled into his balls, her neck a sleeve of twitching, seizing muscle massaging him fitfully. It was... just outstanding. He would have smiled if his mouth wasn't cockshaped right now. It was funny how hard it was to be smug when you were deepthroating a girl, really.

Her trembling was starting to get to him, though-- he went ahead and started to ease off, letting that shaft drag up his throat, and she jerked off of him suddenly, treating him to one intense instant of searing friction in her gullet before she was gasping and coughing on his rod, deep, heavy breaths rolling hot over him and rushing in chilled, sending his fur fluffing up his sides. He frowned softly, giving her a moment just suckling on her rod, before slowly pressing in again. She quickly sealed her lips around him again, and her throat opened around him once more, a sweet stretch of brutal tightness that milked his pre from him in gobs. He paused, and pulled off again. "Andrea..." he cleared his throat, putting on a reassuring smile even though she couldn't see it. "You don't have to--" words failed him a moment as she thrust down, suddenly hilting her face on his crotch again and swallowing tightly around him, strangling his dick deep in her neck. A low, shuddering groan pulled from him as he gripped at her ass, kneading slowly, and the blue pussycat set to bobbing powerfully, dragging that tight neck up and down his fuckstick almost violently. He might as well have been fucking her after all!

If he couldn't dissuade her, he'd just have to go along with it-- if only to help finish faster before she hurt herself or something. He caught that heavy, drooling tip on his lip again, and gave one swift push up, swallowing her whole. She was snug and throbbing powerfully in his throat instantly, and his lips drew tight around her base as he matched her bobs, tongue lashing around her, his head twisting to work her over with a sinuous roughness of his own. She was twitching inside him and trembling over him in no time, her own rhythm faltering occasionally as those broad hips twitched to grind into his face. She only bobbed all the harder, however, fucking him with her throat, throwing her body into it. It was a race, to her. Proof of who could eat a dick better. He wasn't exactly thrilled to take the title, but he knew he had damned good odds.

Seizing two big handfuls of that fat, blue ass, Ardanis worked his neck over that thick dick with firm, smooth strokes, his head rising and falling to slide her down his gullet as his neck tightened, and to take one tight swallow around her as she slid out, milking out her pre in a thick wash-- which made for a fat gob of fresh slickness each time he pushed her in. He nuzzled up into her balls with every push up, huffing air over them, and he could feel them twitch and tighten reflexively. She was already throbbing dangerously thick, pushing out a familiar ache of strain in his throat at her fattest throbs, and he knew it was almost his.

She was doubtless quite aware, and Andrea was setting to him with a will. Her head bobbed on him like a piston, thrusting him through that lusciously tight canal nearly as fast as his hips could ever hope to drive him. He found himself slowing, eyes rolling up under his lids as he swayed on the bench, luxuriating in the feel of that inexperienced neck ravaging his cock and itself at the same time. Her face was slapping audibly into his crotch, her drool and his juices matting his fur and her face until they slapped together wetly, his balls jumbling under the blows of her nose smacking into him. It was uniquely, sinfully wonderful, and he knew he never should have let her take it this far-- so it was up to him to end it before she sprained her neck.

His fingers seeped in, spreading her cheeks and searching out the dark blue pucker hidden between. He gave that pucker two firm rubs-- and plunged a finger inside her, twisting around to find her g spot and ram it as he shoved up to take her to the hilt. Like any good dispenser, she produced with a single push of the button. Her body seized instantly, her rod swollen steel straining his neck, and heat flooded his chest, washing down into his gut as those big, blue balls bounced in his face, pumping away urgently to flood his stomach with her cream. He let his eyes slide shut as he slipped his finger out of her. It was done.

She had certainly faltered at that-- her entire body had locked up with the sudden onset of her climax, and for a moment, she had just been fountaining spunk into his waiting digestive tract, staring at his balls, motionless. But with a thick trembling, halfway through her orgasm, she went back to work with a vengeance, tongue lashing over his length, lips writing over his rod, her throat a slick vice of aching pleasure. But there was no reason to hold back now-- he relaxed, and he let that nigh-virginal throat of hers milk the warmth from his middle, his pleasure surging and soaring until he couldn't help but fire off wad after wad into that beautiful throat, that poor sacrifice. It would probably ache like hell tomorrow morning, but right now, for him, it was the most wonderful fuckhole.

When she was finally satisfied that he was spent, she dragged off his rod, swallowing audibly and giving weak coughs. Rearing up, she sat on his face, forcing his head back as her balls squished against him and that ass eclipsed all light, slowly smothering him until she was seated on the bench, her cock wedged deep in his throat, leaving him helpless to pull off it short of slithering down the bench altogether.

"That was playing dirty!" Her pride was obviously wounded, but by her tone, she was more uncertain than angry. He allowed her her little punishment, putting on a show of struggling under her, swallowing several times around her spent rod, letting his neck bulge visibly around the intrusion as his paws rose to weakly slap at her thighs and belly, as if trying to push her off. She huffed thickly, giving one firm, deep grind down his neck, and he could feel that swollen rod give one thick throb of life before she finally dragged it out. He gasped for air rather dramatically, coughing a few times before laying his head on her thigh, giving her a rather roguish smile.

"Hey, it's a standard part of pleasuring someone to play with their backside a little. I just held off on using it till the end is all..." He reached up to wrap his arms around her, giving her a peculiar kind of upside down hug. "Anyway, don't worry about it. You've hardly ever deepthroated someone, right? You did damn good for a rookie-- I was surprised. I don't think I did half as good with as much experience as you have." He nuzzled her belly firmly, still clearing his throat and swallowing now and again.

"Yeah, whatever." She looked away, paws shifting a moment as she fidgeted and finally gave a long, slow stretch. He took a moment to enjoy the view of her breasts rolling about over his head before continuing.

"I'm serious. That's like... that's like giving a ten-year champ a run for his money when you've only been in the game for a couple months. I think you've got talent." He pointed up at her, resting his hand on her breast.

"You... think so?"

"Yeah!" He finally sat up, and twisted around to smile at her. "A little practice, and you'll be able to swallow anyone you meet like that." He snapped his fingers, and his smile widened slowly. "Course, anytime you do feel like practicing, I just might be willing to help." She blinked, and smirked, giving him a punch in the arm. "Hey!" He moved as if to dodge entirely too late, smiling playfully. "That's no way to treat the winner!" His brow perked, and his smile only grew wider as he nonchalantly added, "come to think of it, I was the victor. Doesn't that get me a prize...?"

She blinked, and smirked a little patronizingly at him. "Alright, like what?"

"Hmmm..." He took the pretense of thinking it over, but he might have blown it when his paw went a little fast to kneading at one of her heavy tits. "Well... on further consideration, I'm thinking I wouldn't mind having plenty of reasons to stare at these beauties. Why don't we pick up where we left off a little bit ago?" He smiled greedily, and she rolled her eyes with a smirk before rising to step back in front of him.

Those big, blue boobs of hers swallowed him up in an instant, and he could only grin in admiration as she settled on her knees, encasing his spent rod in soft, swaying flesh. He was halfway to soft, but all it took was a few firm rubs, the pussycat pressing her tits tight together and rolling them around him, and his head sprouted out the top of her cleavage, perky and ready for more. Andrea leaned in closer over him, pressing her head to his belly as she lapped over that tip, giving the familiar piece of flesh a fresh shine of saliva as she moved slowly to stroke him through her luxurious cleavage.

A long, low sigh seeping out of him, Ardanis leaned back with an easy smile, letting his eyes fall shut as she went to work on him. For all the abuse she put them through, Andrea had nice, firm, perky tits-- plenty soft enough to eat him up and caress him delicately, yet they hardly drooped when she released them to adjust her position, snuggling in close against him and leaning up. He spread his legs slowly to give her room, a low purr in his throat as her heavy bust bobbed slowly up and down over him. After the intense tightness of her throat, the loose, gentle press of her cleavage around him was like a nice bath after an intense workout. A whole different brand of pleasure.

Murring slowly to himself, Ardanis just gave a lazy smile as the busty feline shifted close against him, head pressing tight to his chest as she rose. She even snaked a paw underneath to play with his balls, cradling them and lifting them while something slid underneath. He blinked his eyes open. Wh-?

His ass was straining open around hard flesh. His mouth fell open, teeth bared at nothing as he was punctured. His eyes made their shaky way down to Andrea, who was stooped over him now, smiling broadly as her breasts snuggled around his rod, her body bent almost in half as she crammed her hot kitty poker into his ass. He managed a short gasp, and tried to speak, but all that came from him was a moan as that throbbing piece pushed firmly deeper. One paw settled on his hip, the other on her breasts, pushing them close together around him while she pushed his ass firmly down around her.

"I think you said... it's pretty common to play with someone's backside when you're pleasuring them?" She almost purred the words, giving a firm shove. Two balls shoved firmly to his cheeks, and she gave a nice, thick throb deep inside him. "l think I could get used to this..." She murred, dragging slowly, and shoving in again. The force of her thrust rocked her body over him, dragging her tits over his rod in a sinful sliding that had him drooling pre across her cleavage. He fell back altogether now with a thick groan, a wry smile on his face. Even when she lost, she won. He should have known.

To be fair, after a long, rather relaxed stretch of time taking her to the hilt and swimming in her cleavage, he did blow before she did-- the dual stimulation was just too much for him. The constant sway of her bust, the way he could see every jiggle swim around his rod as she panted and thrust her tits at him, combined with the constant pounding, the slow, hungry grinding along his insides of that kitty cock, drove him inexorably to gasp for air and seize her bust in both paws, the girl simply giving a giggle as he pulsated and spouted cream across her face.

She took her time about cleaning herself up as he panted and wound down, still grinding into his ass. As she wiped thick globs off her cheeks and slurped them up, her pace actually picked up, her hips shoving firmly, then roughly to his ass, pumping her rod into him with increasing hunger as she groomed herself to immaculacy once more. Giving a thick sigh as she licked up the last drop, she leaned over him with a dark grin, lording her ultimate victory over him-- just how long she could hold out. But he could feel her throbbing with need, and her hips slammed in with a growing erratic fervor as she panted thickly, licking her lips, and finally, she struck one final, violent blow, inching him up the bench under the force of her hips, and warmth swelled thick and wet in his guts. He groaned softly and gave a vague smile, which she matched as she lay down atop him.

Her breasts spread luxuriously over him, and his paws slid up to give them lazy gropes and rolls under his fingers, which she answered with lazy purrs, leaning up to steal his lips for a moment in a long, warm kiss before resting her head on his chest. Occasionally, she gave a slow throb inside his ass, and he twitched tight around her, his own rod stirring lazily against her belly. He smiled lazily. Maybe he'd still take her back to his place...

A noise tickled at his ears, giving him a strange deja vu. Suddenly, there was a man, a horse, right fucking there. Ardanis jerked, adrenaline surging an instant, and Andrea jumped in response, blinking up at him. It was like the guy had just appeared at the end of the bench-- but he just walked on by, stopping at a locker a dozen feet past them. Ardanis swallowed, his face warming slowly as he glanced up at the guy, down at Andrea, and back up. The horse grabbed a bag, shut the door, and walked back past them. "Nice tits." He didn't even pause, he just walked on out into the hall.

Ardanis blinked at the bend of wall he'd disappeared behind, struck dumb. Finally, his eyes fell to Andrea's. Accusing. She just smiled. "What? He's right."