Rainy Days
#1 of Days
Rainy Days
Of course it would be raining on the one day Sam wanted to leave the house. As it happens, Sam had a very important date to be on right now, but the travelling carnival would be closed until this rain stopped. She cursed the bad weather and sat on the cushioned windowsill staring at the pelting drops of water running down the glass. And she was going to put the moves on Brian today too. Fuck...
Her short pointed ears drooped a little with the thought of not being able to do anything for him today, and her tail wiggled back and forth on the carpet to offset her anxiousness. Her arms were crossed and she was resting her head on them as a pillow.
Sam was a yellow-furred feline. She had a chocolate coloured dip at the end of her tail, the only other place on her body a different colour, and that, it seemed, was her biggest selling point. Not to say that her medium round breasts, voluptuous smile, curvaceous hips and round bottom were anything to be ashamed of either, it was just something that attracted little children to her. It helped, seeing as she was a part time babysitter.
This Sunday however, the one-day a week she got completely free during the school year, was supposed to be spent with Brian. She had plans. Big plans. They had never actually had sex before. They had talked about it, and kissed from time to time, but that was as far as the relationship had developed. She wanted more though, and not just soft, romantic sex. She wanted hard, hot, sweaty sex. She had never said a word to anyone about it, but she wanted to be ass fucked more than she wanted a car. And that was pretty damn bad.
The rain came down in sheets, and the wind picked up. With the dark sky and the slow moving clouds this storm looked far from over.
But just when she was about to turn away from the window, she saw a white Honda pull up in the driveway. Its front hubcap was missing, and there was a dented fender on the back. It was Brian's! Here! Now!
Excited beyond her own belief she shot to the door, whipped it open and leapt into Brian's arms. Then, without a word she tugged him inside and took his wet raincoat off and hung it up before kissing him right on the lips.
"I didn't think I'd see you today!" she squealed in delight.
"Well, I know how much you were looking forward to the carnival, but since it's..." he stared outside a moment, "Yeah... I figured I could come here and spend the afternoon." He smiled innocently. He wasn't planning anything more than watching a movie and cuddling up with a bowl of popcorn. But she, on the other hand, had plans that would have scared him right back out the door.
"Of course! Thank you so much! I was so incredibly lonely here!" and then she added, almost silently, "And the house is empty except for us today."
He didn't pick up on the last part but took off his shoes and tucked them on the shoe rack beside the door. She took his hand and led him upstairs. She had a TV in her room, so he figured they would watch a movie there.
When they were inside she closed the door softly and kissed him again. Despite all her efforts, she was becoming wet between her legs. She couldn't help it; he was a guy, he was hot, what else is there at 19?
When they broke the kiss, which was far more than he had been prepared for, he said, "Wow... pent up are we?"
"You have no idea," she replied seductively, then, backing away, she removed her top and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor without a sound.
He stood in front of her, shocked, as any guy would be upon first seeing their girlfriend's breasts, and growing increasingly horny as the seconds on his digital watch ticked by. She licked her lips, and then grabbed him around the neck, squishing her breasts against his chest, and kissed his fox lips once again, slipping her tongue into his mouth eagerly.
He was a terrible kisser, she found. No matter what her advances he was just so... stuck! She was doing everything! Well, I'll change that! She thought.
Without another thought she pushed him onto her bed. It's light and fluffy mattress caught him as he sunk deep within its furrows. Somehow then it clicked in his head that there wasn't going to be any movies.
She let out a low, seductive growl and pounced on him.
"Ah... Sam... what? What are you doing?"
"Duh. Pent up isn't the half of it. I've been waiting for this for months; all you have to do is sit back and relax."
His eyebrows raised as his eyes widened to reveal the whites. She tugged at his pants before realizing that they were attached with a belt. Frustrated now with the desire for sex pounding her brain into mush, she literally tore through the belt and his pants came free. But another barrier! Fucking boxers! Those came down almost as quickly, and she was presented with yet another challenge. He wasn't hard yet! What was this guy? A freaking anti-sex machine!?
She took a deep breath to calm herself down and then smiled at him from between his legs and half shut her eyes to do that seductive glare that only women can do and there was an instant reaction. Good, at least there was still hope for this jock. She breathed warm air on his cock, heating it and sensitising it for what came next. Her tongue.
She had been practicing for this moment with her small collection of toys in the crawlspace in the back corner of her closet and knew just what to do. She licked around the head once, and then trailed a single line with her tongue to the base. When she reached his fur however, she knew it was time to stop. She really didn't want pubes in her nose...
Knowing the limits of his still growing cock, she decided that it was time to use the big guns, so to speak. She grasped his cock in one hand and then took it into her mouth. She could feel it growing, and that only caused her to enjoy it more. She pulled on it with a gentle suction and rolled her tongue around wherever it would reach with the obstacle in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged a bit when it finally stopped. He felt huge inside her mouth, so she backed away to take a look.
God damn it... five flipping inches! That was less than every dildo she had ever tried. Even her first was bigger than that. He better be able to perform, she thought to herself.
Well, no use complaining now. She was horny, and she wanted something inside one of her holes today, so without further adieu she took him back into her mouth.
She spent minutes bobbing up and down and hearing him grunt and groan, but still it seemed that she was getting no where. At last, when not only her neck was getting sore, but her back and her legs too, she brought her breasts up and replaced her mouth with her breasts sandwiching his cock. This was foolproof. Every guy had a thing for boobs right? Right?!
When he came from this attention it was weak. He just wasn't into it. It was barely enough to fill the tiny gap between her breasts. Not even enough to get excited about. She wiped it away with a tissue and then got up on the bed with him.
"Okay, Brian--" she said with her breasts hanging just over his face, "Now for round two. Try to keep up honey."
She smiled her smile of an almost masochistic nature and then turned around, removing her pants was easy. She wasn't wearing a chastity belt like him, so in the blink of an eye, all her bottoms were gone, discarded to somewhere on the floor.
His lack of interest must have been contagious, because she wasn't wet with anticipation anymore. Not that it mattered. The hole she wanted filled didn't produce a natural lubricant anyway. Luckily however, she had some of her own. She coated him up with her small bottle of K-Y, then rolled some over the opening to her tail hole and faced away from him.
She hunched over and gently, slowly pressed herself down on him. She had been practicing with the stretching of "that" muscle for a while too. A fetish dies hard. He slipped in with a struggle. Unfortunately for her, she had never tried stretching "quite" as far as a real life cock might present, but still, he was in now, and she felt deliciously filled.
Now her lust was coming back. She was hoping that the added pressure of her tight ring around his cock would bring him to greater ecstasy this time, and she was right. God it was like he swelled again, wider of course, and he even began to buck his hips in rhythm with her bouncing.
She came down on him with increasingly hard pounds. She took him all the way to the base, and felt his midsection touch her rear with every downward stroke. It was better than she had imagined. She didn't have to hold a dildo, all she had to do was bob up and down, and wait for the final burst.
She groaned, gasped and let her tongue loll out of her mouth. She began panting heavily and increased her speed again. The K-Y was definitely working, because it was almost effortless now. There was pressure on his cock to be sure, but her tail hole had given enough for her to just go with speed she didn't think she could muster in this position. It was amazing. She could feel a familiar tingle that began in her warm depths and spread all over her body.
"Oh God Brian... I'm... Ah!"
She clenched down on him, pressing down for one last stroke and then stopped. Her body convulsed and she came with delicious force, spraying her juices all over the bed and his legs. Seconds later, he did the same, and she could feel the warmth from his cock spread itself all over her insides.
She let out a contented sigh and pulled off him. Feeling him slip out of her tail hole was a wonderful feeling. It left her hot and gave her time to adjust again to the world outside of anal sex. Finally, she was sated. Her initial anger that he barely came at all from her earlier ministrations was gone, and she collapsed on top of him.
"Thank you honey," she said sweetly.
He only looked at her with a smile, and suddenly she knew something was wrong.
"What? What is it? You came right? I'm sorry if--"
"Yes, yes, I did... it's not that."
"Then...?"
"Well, you see..."
It was beginning to make sense without his explanation. The lack of interest in "her" blow job" the sudden interest in anal sex.
"Oh fuck, you're not--"
"Gay?" he looked suddenly worried.
Then everything came together. Why he had even become her boyfriend in the first place though was a question that would boggle her mind for the rest of eternity, but right now she wasn't concerned with reason. If only her window was higher up. The fall might kill him. What she needed was a sure-fire way.
She was overcome with rage now; her head was seething.
"You have a ten-second head start!" she said angrily, almost in a growl.
"But Samantha, I--"
"Nine... eight..."
He was naked, but was out the door fully clothed at six. He figured that having her mad at him meant death. It did, but went unsaid.
When the front door slammed shut, and the car engine revved to life, a sinking feeling came over her. She had just screwed a gay... guy! She wanted to cry and scream and hit things... hard. But eventually even she cooled off. He was just lucky she wasn't in PMS. Her fingers lost their grip in the fist she made and she sank to her knees.
Well, back to the crawl space collection.