Departure Lounge
_Hi guys!
This is the third and final of my planned stories featuring Dean and Carol, and it's the one I'm proudest of. I've not ruled out looking in on them at a later date, but for now I think I'll leave them be. I don't want to risk getting repetitive, or writing the sex scene over and over again in a different location with a token change in position, or some similar horror. Of course, I'm still going to keep writing yiff, but it's time to let some new characters have some fun. Thanks for any comments, and for all your support!_
Fixed the Random Rodent Name Change (o_o) and a few fragmented sentences. Check your damn work, kids!
Dear Pentmouse!
Although I wasn't quite at the point where I was ready to buy an engagement ring, I was falling for my girlfriend in a big way. I'd been dating Carol for over a year, and we'd had a lot of fun. She was funny, intelligent and seriously kinky. My mother didn't like the fact that I was getting serious with a rat, but she would've come round eventually. I'd managed to snag quite a few clients for my personal training service, and I thought things were going great. How wrong can one guy be?
Carol was offered a job teaching dumb kids with rich parents, and she wanted us to move. Problem was, the dumb kids happened to live in London. I said I didn't want to move to England, she said I was holding her back and things quickly went to shit. We had the row to end all rows and she walked out on me, calling me every dirty word she could think of. I was ready to apologise the next morning, but she never came home. Her best friend picked up her stuff and she moved in with her parents while she waited for her visa. I tried to find her but I wasn't even sure where her parents lived.
I went through a black patch where I was drinking too much and spending far too much time down at the gym, but I pulled myself together and tried to get used to being on my own again. I'd think about her every time a plane flew overhead, but that was all. I was over her, I told myself. I'd almost convinced myself. Then she called me.
It was a bad line, and there was a lot of noise in the background, but it was definitely her. She was down to her last quarter and didn't have long to talk, but could she spend the night at my place? Her flight had been cancelled, and seeing as I lived so close to the airport...
I told her to come straight over, and it seemed to take years until I heard her knocking at the door. I pulled it open, and there she was. Carol hadn't changed much. She was wearing one of her suits, which were sober and professional, looked good with chocolate brown fur and were (on her, at least) as sexy as hell. The blouse was a little creased, but the creamy cotton fabric flattered her small, pert breasts. She had the body of a gymnast, and the knee-length navy blue skirt showed off her calves to perfection. Her hair was a little longer than I remembered it - now a little past her shoulders - but she still wore it tucked behind her ears.
She pushed her glasses a little higher onto her nose and smiled at me. I had to swallow before I could invite her in, because my mouth had gone dry. Her smile could still go straight for the groin. I cooked us a little pasta, cracked open a bottle of wine, and we talked. We patched things up quickly. Why stay mad at somebody when you might never see them again?
At midnight, Carol glanced at her watch and covered a yawn.
"Sorry, O Bunny of Steel, but some of us have to get up early tomorrow. Where do I sleep?"
I'd given Carol the bedroom, but I needed to grab a spare blanket before she got undressed, and told her so. I followed her upstairs and tugged a thin woollen sheet out from the tangled bunch in the linen closet. Carol had taken off her glasses, and slipped off her jacket. She was just unfastening the buttons when I reached the door, the blanket slung over my shoulder. I tried not to look. She wasn't my girlfriend any more.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
That made my ears twitch. Did she just say what I thought she said? I turned around.
Carol was standing by the bedside table against the left hand wall. Her paws were upon her hips, causing her unbuttoned blouse to hang open, exposing her bra. She tapped her foot and leaned forward, holding her tail out a little for balance. With a wry smile on her face, she shook her head.
"Do I have to do everything, Dean? Get your ass over here!"
I always trained more for strength than for speed, but at that moment I think I could've outrun the Olympic champion. I dropped the blanket and Carol was in my arms before it landed on the floor. I wrapped my arms around her, and she did the same. Her tail wrapped around my waist and she began kissing my neck eagerly. I licked the inside of her ear, which made her stop kissing my neck for long enough for me to raise her muzzle and press my lips to hers.
Her tongue danced across my teeth, rubbing the gap between my front and my back teeth and curling against my tongue. As we kissed, Carol struggled to disentangle herself from her blouse and I undid her bra strap. We were working frantically to get undressed as quickly as possible, kicking away our shoes and bursting buttons as we stripped each other. As soon as Carol had stepped out of her panties she literally sprang at me, putting her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We fell back onto the bed and bounced up and down a little, but I hardly noticed as she freed her legs and straddled me instead.
My paw traced her spine as we kissed passionately, following the ridge down past her tail, onto her buttock and between her legs. Her sex was almost hot enough to burn my fingers, and already wet. I pushed two fingers inside her, rewarded with a loud moan and a love bite on my collarbone. I curled each finger alternately, stroking her inner walls and listening to her gasps and squeaks. She pressed down on my paw, stroking her clit against my thumb. She kept biting and sucking my neck as my fingers danced and my cock hardened, free from the confines of it's sheath.
She threw back her head and bit her lip hard. Her sex sucked and clenched around my fingers as she reached her orgasm. A thin, keening sound from the back of her throat escaped as she held in screams of pleasure. I eased my fingers free as she raised herself on her knees and shuffled downwards. Carol cupped two fingers around the base of my painfully hard cock and pulled it gently towards herself, pointing it into the air. I looked up at her beautiful body and couldn't help but smile. Ye gods, but I'd missed this.
"Your turn, sweetie" she sighed, and lowered herself onto my erection. I started moaning too, fighting for control as her sex clamped down and squeezed my rabbithood. Carol leaned forward and put her paws on my chest. She slowly sank down, until she was sitting on my balls. Rolling her hips a little, ground down onto me and began to raise and lower herself. Her tail curled around my ankle as though anchoring herself to me. I covered her paws with my own and let her set the pace.
Tenderness could wait: Carol was impaling herself on my cock hard and fast, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy and fast. She grabbed two pawfuls of fur and held on for dear life, smiling as I reached up and cupped her breasts, running my thumbs over her hardened nipples.
Neither of us was holding back, and it didn't take us long to reach our peak. Her breasts crushed against my chest as we kissed, and I took control for the last few thrusts as she orgasmed once again. Her sex sucked at my cock, and she squeezed so hard around my shaft that it almost hurt. I pumped out my seed and simply held her close, my arms linked around the small of her back.
Fifteen minutes of snuggling later, and her paws and lips were around my cock, determined to coax me to hardness once again. She stroked my sheath up and down and lapped at the slit until the pink tip began to emerge. It didn't take her long to get me fully erect after that, skilfully curling her flexible tongue around my shaft and licking it up and down, before suckling upon the head for a few moments. As she worked on my cock Carol positioned her sex over my mouth, and I took the hint. I didn't particularly enjoy the taste of my own cum, but love is about making sacrifices.
I flicked my tongue across her swollen outer lips and began to probe lightly with my tongue, pushing the tip inside and then withdrawing it again. As my tongue played inside her warm, slippery sex her moans sent a tremble through her lips and down to the base of my spine. It felt so good I thought my head would explode. I tasted our mingled juices and her tail swished across my face for a few moments. I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue and gently drew it upwards in a sweeping crescent all the way to her small, pink rosebud.
She made a small, sexy little grunt of surprise and clenched instinctively as I circled her tailhole, drawing an ever-tightening circle of saliva around her puckering entrance. She wriggled against my tongue invitingly, and I rolled my tongue and eased it inside. We tasted each others bodies for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of pleasure and the occasional slurps and pops, and then Carol looked over her shoulder.
"If you even think about going there without lube, I'll bite your cock off!"
I chuckled as she climbed off my chest and rummaged in the box under the bed. I hadn't been through it since she left, and the lube was still there, along with one or two of her toys that I hadn't given to her friend. She pressed the bottle into my paw and got down upon all fours, obligingly raising her tail high over her shoulder. I pressed the dispensor button and squirted a decent amount of the clear, strawberry scented gel onto my fingers, which I applied to her tailhole. She pushed back a little, and my fingertip slid inside with ease. She was ready.
I wiped the remainder of the lube around my cock, which gave me a quick pang of pleasure. I kneeled behind Carol and nudged the head of my cock against her rosebud. She pushed backwards as I pushed forwards, and I managed to fit my entire length inside the tight tunnel without too much difficulty. Carol grunted as I hilted myself, but she was wearing a satisfied smile. I reached around to play with her sex, but Carol tapped the back of my wrist.
"You just hold on, tough guy. I'll take care of that," she winked.
Carol let her chest fall to the bed and turned her face to the left. She reached down and began to finger herself roughly using three fingers, and almost immediately her expression turned blissful. I always got a kick out of seeing her like that. I put a paw on each of her taut, firm buttocks and began to withdraw slightly, my breathing becoming a ragged gasp as the wonderful friction drove me insane. At first I was only withdrawing three inches before I resheathed myself inside her clenching tailhole, but as my excitement built up and Carol began to cry out loud I increased the intensity, going faster and harder with every thrust.
I lasted much longer this time, and Carol managed to reach two noisy orgasms before I hilted myself with one final, vigorous thrust and pumped my seed into her ass. Carol and I sank down onto the bed, still joined at the hip. I supported my weight and pulled out slowly and carefully, then lay beside her in a daze. Carol was still laying on her front, her breathing quickly returning to normal. Her eyes were almost closed, though a thin blade of dark brown hung beneath each of her eyelashes. She reached up and rested her arm on my chest.
"So, ya miss me?" she grinned.
Later that morning, I drove Carol to the airport. Carol was sprawled across the back seat, snoring softly. It might be a while before she got another chance to catch up on all the sleep she'd missed. Whenever the car stopped moving I would hear the sound of her breathing, mercilessly assaulting my resolve. As I parked in an empty bay at the airport carpark I watched her open her eyes and sit up, and my last shreds of resistance melted like fog in the sunshine. It was at that moment that I decided I'd follow Carol into the mouth of hell if I had to. I wasn't letting her go again.
Carol flew out to England later that day, and I watched her plane become just another black dot at the head of a contrail. I'd bought a ticket on the very next flight. I'm twenty-seven and I've never left the country before. I figure I'm overdue for a trip abroad. I've asked my mom to keep an eye on my house, and I'll let my sister apologise to my clients. They've both taken this much better than I expected, especially my mother. I'm going there on a tourist visa, so I won't be able to stay long, but that probably isn't such a bad thing. It's long enough to see what England has to offer. If things don't work out, at least I'll have the vacation of a lifetime. Here's hoping things work out just fine!
Dean.