A Less Than Personal First Time
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A Less Than Personal First Time, by Anomalous Smutlord
Written an even longer time ago. Sorry for horrible formatting.
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The room was large, in the center was a large raised medical table
with a white pad. Towards the front of the room was a series of
cabinates each with a few drawers, and various strangely shaped
medical implements on the counter section. A female wolf, grey fur
with darker points entered through the door in the back. The
supervisor set about preparing the pad, changing the cover and moved
about the room for a few minutes preparing for the coming breeding.
Her preparations finished, she picked up an intercom and spoke into
it briefly. Soon after, a large wolf escorted a black vixen through
the door and over up onto the medical table. The supervisor inspected
her throughly, pressing and prodding her in various places, then
lifting her tail and sniffing her vagina to ensure cleanliness. She
then had the vixen kneel down on all fours. After a minute a slim male
red fox was escorted through the same door. The supervisor repeated a
thorough examination on him also. Holding his furry sheath firmly, she
stuck her tongue deeply into the hole at the tip. He gasped and
started panting as she moved her tongue around inside for a moment,
tasting him, then withdrew it. She held his sheath and stroked it up
and down slowly until his panting increased, and his slim pink penis
fully patruded out through the thin black lips of his silky white
sheath. She then walked him over to the medical table and had him also
kneel down, above the black vixen. She raised the vixen's tail up,
draping it over the male's thigh. She walked around behind him, then
reached between his furry haunches, and grasped the base of his penis
through his sheath, fur-covered balls resting on the top of her paw.
The supervisor slowly brought his hips forward in a thrust, until the
head of his penis was touching the lips of the vixen's femaleness,
then without further ado, she pushed it forward until it was fully
embedded in the vixen's hips. The female fox yipped sharply, as the
male shivered and held her tightly, his tail raised and trembling a
bit. Haltingly he brought his hips back, and thrust forward into the
warmth, the wetness, the *tightness* between the vixen's haunches, he
shivered with pleasure, and she yelped again, but quieter this time as
her lubrication began to do its work. Slowly his rhythm increased,
each thrust eliciting ever diminished yips from the vixen. The wolf's
paw was holding the base of his sheath tightly, feeling the penis
slide back and forth between her fingers as his balls slapped the top
of her paw. She waited to feel the pulsing and tensing of the penis
that would signify his ejaculation. The vixen felt the puffs of the
male fox's breath ruffling the fur on her neck as a warm glow of
pleasure began to form in her hips, under her bushy tail. She looked
up at his face, his muzzle open and tense, his eyes slitted in the
pleasure her body was giving him. As she looked back further she could
see his spread thighs thrusting, a flash of pink where their bodies
joined. She felt his slick warmth inside her, moving in and out.
Behind him, she saw the supervisor, her paw disappearing under the
male fox's rump. His raised tail was waving as he moved his hips with
more and more urgency. He could feel his orgasm growing as he thrust
into the heat of her body. Slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Every muscle tensed, he hunched over her, burying his muzzle in her
ruff. The supervisor noted his ejaculation starting as his tense
thighs shivered around her paw, his fluffy tail hitching higher and
higher. The vixen noticed the lull in his thrusting, and looked back.
His muzzle was drawn in a snarl of pleasure, his body tense above her
like a statue, tail arching. He yelped, and she felt his penis pulse
within her, once, and twice, and then a warm squirting inside her
hips. His tail flagging up and down in time to the pulses, which were
coming quickly now. His hotly spraying penis inside her was causing a
warm pleasurable feeling in her femaleness. She felt friendly toward
him, so she licked his muzzle a few times, but he didn't seem to
notice. The supervisor felt the base of his penis begin to pulse
through his furry sheath, she looked at his beautiful tense body, his
flagging tail. She felt rather hungry as she thought of what was
squirting out of it. Hardly noticing the slim black vixen below him,
she lowered her head and gave his furry balls a few licks, then stuck
her head between his thighs and grabbed his sheath in her mouth,
tasting the pulsing of his penis through it. Feeling a little playful
she shook her head gently a few times, causing the orgasming fox's
tense body above her to wobble a bit. The male fox was consumed with
pleasure, the tight, hot body of the vixen around his squirting
maleness, the wolf's teeth holding the base of his penis firmly
through his sheath, and every extra movement sending renewed shudders
of pleasure through his body. Finally the vixen felt his pulsing
beginning to slow as he came down from his incredible peak of
pleasure. He slumped panting over her body, spent.
The supervisor let him rest for a few minutes, then drew his penis out
of the vixen's femaleness. She moved around beside him, and after
glancing about furtively for a moment, she began licking his penis as
he slowly, shivering, became aroused again. Still mounted on the
vixen, his maleness in the wolf's mouth, he began to thrust once more.
He clutched the vixen as he humped the supervisors muzzle, his furry
hips beginning to tense as his balls swung just in front of her nose.
She rolled his organ around in her mouth, rubbed it with her sharp
teeth, sucked on it while lapping at the slit on the tip. With her
paw she reached between his legs and stroked his silky balls and
sheath as he approached his second climax. It hit him, and he froze,
his tail hitching up again. Yipping loudly and clutching the vixen's
furry body, he began to cum, his tail jerking up and down. The wolf
smiled as his maleness pulsed in her mouth, spraying the warm, tasty
fluid down her throat. Savoring the flavor of his orgasm, she idly
stroked his flank, his pulsing penis squirting more and more of the
delicious semen into her mouth. Suddenly she heard a noise. Quickly
she released him from her mouth, and shoved his still spraying organ
back into the vixen's femaleness, eliciting a yelp of surprise as her
body was filled again. A large male wolf entered the room and glanced
at the orgasming fox, maleness embedded under the vixen's tail, his
tail flagging. The male wolf picked up one of the implements from the
counter, and with a glance at the supervisor, left the room. She
pulled the fox's penis back out of the vixen, and lapped the last few
weak spurts from him, then he finished and lay limply on the female
fox's back. She spoke into the intercom briefly, and shortly a pair
of wolves entered the room and led the vulpines away. It was only
after they were gone that she noticed her whiskers were coated with
fox semen.