Shira
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Yiffably yours,
Fox
Shira was 18. A svelte, lithe, strong panther, she was the target of many a proposition, both honorable and other. She was shapely, muscled, graceful, long legged, with soft digitigrade foot paws tipped with razor claws. The round of her hips narrowed to her waist which lead deceptively up to her simple breasts. Not huge, not even overly large, but well over a handful each, shapely and taught.
It was here that she lingered now, running her shinning finger-claws over the semi erect nipples. She was alone, her parents out for the night and her suitors yet denied. She, however, was restless. She had paced her room in sweeping strides, lashing her tail from side to side in disgruntled snaps. However used to being alone she was in general, her heat was up tonight and she had nobody to help relieve it. Only after making and twice abandoning a plate of dinner, emptying and rearranging her closet and dressers, did she put a blanket off her bed and drape it on the wood planks of her bedroom floor.
She had sat, first, with her legs crossed and her tail twitching like a hunter. She's never done anything like this before. She 'd touched herself, of course, even explored some, but never had she tried to bring herself to climax.
She tossed her light shirt and panties aside, leaving her exposed to her rooms suddenly claustrophobic air. She started by running her hands over her body, starting at her foot paws, brushing her hands over her fur, all the way up to her ears. She pressed, squeezed, and scratched lightly, trying to determine what felt best where. She pulled her tail forward, brushing it from base to tip. She shuddered as she brushed it a little harder, pulling a little, enjoying the feeling of tightness it made at the base. She pulled a little harder, experimenting with how it pulled at her legs, stretching the finely furred skin around both lips and her ass.
She lay back, releasing her tail to writhe below her, lashing about now between her legs. On her back she bought her hands up, scratching small furrows in her fur where her claws scratched lightly along her sides, than around her breasts. She squeezed, surprising herself when she actually moaned lightly. Softly pumping one breast she explored more thoroughly with the other hand, ringing it around her breast and up to the now semi erect nipples. With her free hand, she pinched the nipple, this time expecting the moan of pleasure that she exhaled graciously. Still pinching the nipple, rolling it slightly between her fingers she raised it towards her face. When she'd pushed as far as she could, enjoying the pulling sensation as well as the rhythmic pressure of her squeezing, she rolled out her tongue and liked the raised nipple.
Only a little more than the tip of her tongue could reach, but it's sandpaper roughness, mitigated by her own hot saliva felt like a flare of pleasure that ignited in her chest, draining down between her legs.
Now pumping hard with one hand, simultaneously squeezing the nipple, twisting and pulling lightly, she lapped at her other breast, actually pulling it up far enough to run the length of her tongue across her nipple. She pushed a little harder, squeezing until it almost hurt she bit lightly at the nipple brushing her incisors ever so slightly across the tip.
Her tail thrashed like a mad thing and she raised her hips up off the floor, bracing on her foot paws and her shoulders. She licked harder, alternately squeezing, pushing and licking her breasts until she couldn't help but scream. She lay her head back, her ears flat against the ground and called out, her hips pumping unbidden.
Her back arched, her mind went white with a flare of pleasure, she squeezed both breasts hard, and with a series of small sharp pumps of her hips... She tensed up... And Came!
She slipped back onto her back, knees still in the air, hips still twitching. Her breasts felt uncomfortably sensitive, and she could feel something hot and wet dripping across her ass and around her tail.
She reached down, surprised at how wet she was. Just the light touch of her fingers across the lips of her slit were enough, though, to draw forth another, deeper, moan. She pressed again, just on the hot swollen outer lips, purring with delight.
With both hands now between her legs she used one hand to spread the lips appear, while sliding one finger in slowly, carefully. She was more than lubricated enough and her finger slid in without resistance.
Each stroke of her finger drew another brief mew of a moan, enough so that she slid in another. With two fingers inside she could feel the tremors coming back again, lifting her hips off the ground a little further each time. With her other hand she apprehended her wayward tail, pulling it up between her legs, locking her hand between hot sex and wet fur. She brought the tail up between her breasts where it thrashed and twined most enjoyably. just as the first wave of orgasm hit she pulled the tail hard, cramming her hand and thereby her fingers harder and deeper against her. The tip of her tail arched, resting across her muzzle. She flicked it playfully in rhythm to the waves of pleasure that were building inside of her. When she thought her brain might disintegrate in the white fire of orgasm she straightened the end of her tail and bit down on it lightly.
The orgasm came, each pulse and wave accompanied by a muffled scream, issuing wetly around the fur at the tip of her tail. She lashed her tail, intentionally this time, alternately brushing each nipple. The motion of her tail also moved her hand against her sex, resulting in a much more sustained and dramatic orgasm than the first.
It wasn't until after the orgasm had died down that she realized that her hands and hips alike were soaked in her juices.
Releasing her tail, making sure to make it flick and trace her body on it's way down, she brought her hand up. She smelled it, she smelled salty, somewhat sweet, with a burst of iron and musk. Daintily, almost embarrassed, she tasted the thick liquid dripping off the tip of her fingers. It was salty, heady with pheromones. Preening, like any cat, she licked her hand clean. She didn't particularly enjoy the taste, but the pheromones were getting another rise out of her. Electricity seemed to be coursing through her veins and every touch sparked with pleasure.
Grinning mischievously she glanced around her room, looking for something to play with, but to no satisfactory avail. But than her eyes fell on her slowly waving tail.
Putting her hands up above her head and spreading her legs she curled her tail so the tip brushed her sex.
She purred languidly.
Curling a little more, she pushed against it, spreading the lips. Hot liquid soaked the tip of her tail. She loved the feeling of both something stroking against her and the hot pressure on her tail.
She reached down, spreading the wet from around her sex onto the tail. She matted the fur down, lubricating a little way up the tail.
bracing herself, feet spread, she gripped her tail with both hands. Slowly, carefully, she pushed the heft of her thick tail inside. Only a couple of inches, but she felt like it was filing her. She clenched, tightening the muscles in her loins tighter around her tail, twin pleasures drawing forth a gratified purr. Pushing her tail in deeper though, turned that purr into a full on moan. Gripping tighter she gave one final push, moving the tip of her tail even deeper, until a good six inches of thick puma tail wrapped around to enter her.
With hands still gripping her tail tight, despite the slickness of the wet pouring over them. She began to twitch the tip. Each movement felt like an explosion inside. Each pulse of her sex tightening around her tail sent another jolt of pleasure up her spine.
She held her tail fast, lashing its tip around inside.
Her muscles started getting tighter, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Her eyes clenched shut, resulting in sparks flashing in her vision. She arched her back, lifting her hips well of the ground, the tip of her tail still twisting inside of her. her jaws clenched tight until she thought her teeth might crack. her tail snapped ramrod straight, and her eyes snapped open. For a moment she hung, her back arched, her mouth and eyes open though she made no sound. She managed through great effort to punch her tail ever so much deeper. A smile, like that of one lost in the desert coming across an oasis, spread across her face. her hips twitched violently once and she collapsed with a roar of pleasure so strong it rattled the windows.
She thrashed for nearly a minute afterwards, mewing, moaning and sometimes screaming as waves of orgasm ebbed and crashed through her. On and off she was aware of her body in only general terms, an inferno of wet, hot pleasure. Other times she felt as though every nerve was working overtime, so that she could almost count the hairs on the tip of her tail as it writhed deeper inside. Her legs and arms twitched uncontrollably, and she curled up into almost a fetal position, dragging her claws across the floor hard enough to leave scratches even through the blanket. Her tail pulled slowly and shakily out to curl wetly around her legs. She rolled over, eyes already closed, and pulled the blanket around, ignoring the witness at her middle, even as some dripped as far as her mid back. As soon as she had closed her blanket around her, she was asleep, dreaming and purring all the while...
Fin.