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You may have noticed a difference in the title of this piece and the first one I posted in the "Two Worlds" folder. This is a "Best" piece not a "Worst," so don't expect too much introspection with this one. But it does require a bit of introduction. Please, bear with me.

We'll need to fire up the wayback machine for this one, because we're taking a trip back in time. Not too far, mind you, just back to February of 2005. I realize 9 years might seem like a long time. If you've just hit the legal drinking age, it's about half your life. For me, though, it's not that significant a portion of the time I've been leaving pawprints in the dirt.

As I started preparing this piece, I realized I'd gone and posted the previous one without ever properly introducing myself. I've been on the fringes of the fandom for a long time. Probably a bit over 20 years. I've gone by Rogue Kzin for longer than that, so it's as good a name as any to call me. RK, will do just fine if you want to be more informal. Casual's always better in my book, anyways. I made a bit of a splash (a pretty small one, if I'm being honest) with "Come As You Are" back in 1996, and that story is what brought me back this year. I'd lost my old files and was trying to track my own material, mostly for sentimental purposes. When I found a topic here on SoFurry with my name on it from 2013, I was shocked. Somebody was looking for something I'd written 17 years after I'd posted it?!? That was the kick I needed to get things in gear and start writing again.

But that's not what you wanted to hear about, I suppose. Not in something I'm posting in "Two Worlds." Yes, that's all true, and this section's about truth, but that kind of info's a bit dull. So if you'll let me take just a bit more of your time, I promise, I'll get on to why you're really here. Writing isn't really considered a visual medium, since the pictures exist in your mind instead of on the page. Even so, the words you read shape those pictures, so it's important they give you enough information to see what the author wishes you to see. In the last bit I posted here, I never described what I look like. While that might make it easy for somebody to live vicariously through my writing, since they could easily replace me with themselves, that's not what I'm after here.

"Enough talk! Stop rambling and just tell us what the hell you look like so we can get to the smut!"

Okay, okay. Here goes. If my name didn't give it away (and unless you're a Larry Niven fan, it probably didn't), I'm a tiger. A white one, so not your typical Kzinti. I stand roughly 6 feet (182 cm) tall, and yes, I stand. Fully bipedal, but not quite digitigrade. I prefer to run on my toes, but for just hanging about I tend to go flatfooted. Like most of my kind, I'm fairly short-furred, even on top of my head. (I cycle a lot and long hair doesn't mix with a helmet all that well, so I keep it neat.) Being out in the sun keeps my fur white, and thankfully my stripes manage to keep their black shade. I wish I could say I'm in awesome shape, but that's not quite the case. I have a love/hate relationship with food and have to work to keep myself looking (to me) acceptable. Things are a bit soft now, but I'm in a "decreasing" phase rather than a "gaining" one at the moment. If it's not considered taboo, I'll link to a pic on here of what I wish I looked like:

https://www.sofurry.com/view/116831

Maybe 25 more pounds or so (10-12 kilos) and I'll be closer to that. Except for the eyes. Mine will never look like that. For one thing, I wear glasses, and for another, that's not my color.My eyes will never be that striking. They're not dull, but I never really thought of my eyes as anything worth noticing. Rather than being mostly one color, they're a mish-mash of 4 different ones, which means all my IDs say "hazel." Then I started living in a country where everybody's eyes are usually just one of two colors - black or brown. Now they're kind of special, which I get a kick out of.

So that bit of description, and InkMagus' awesome pic (which I hope he won't mind me linking), should give you enough of an idea about what I look like. And now, finally, on to why you're here.

In the fall of 2004 I moved to Japan and have been here ever since. Yes, it's cool. Yes, some things are expensive. Yes, there are lots of great women (and men!) here. As the title indicates, this all happened over the course of one week. I hope you won't mind if I break things up day by day. It'll make it easier to keep track of what happened when.

Sunday, 06 Feb 2005

Waking up knowing you don't have to go to work is always awesome. It's even better if you're not waking up alone. Thankfully I didn't have to do that too often. Most of the time I curse my neighborhood for not having a convenient train line, but the upside of that is that when somebody came over, they usually stay the night. I have a couple of SFs (Japanese slang for "sex friend" a.k.a. "fuckbuddy"), and the cuter of the two had stayed over Saturday night. Chen's not Japanese though. I know some people think all Asians look alike, but there's no way anybody would mistake her for anything but Chinese. I mean, she is a panda, after all.

"Oh, so you're a chubby chaser?"

Nope. I like people. I like personalities. I don't focus too much on the container. And Chen is awesome, both as a friend and in bed. She's wonderfully cuddly, a gifted lover and flexible in ways that her size wouldn't suggest. Go ahead, call her a "giant" panda and see where that gets you.

Chen's usually a pretty sound sleeper, but if she's had a busy night (which we had), she's damned near impossible to wake. Fine by me. I love watching her sleep. She tends to curl up on her side and bury her paws under the pillow. During the day she usually ties her hair back in a ponytail, but now it's pretty much everywhere. We never bother with blankets, even in the winter, so while her position hides her breasts from me, it does give me a nice view of her body. I sit cross-legged on the bed next to her and start massaging her hip and thigh. She's got great curves, and plenty of muscle under them. She's a dancer by trade, with tons of stamina, so I feel more than a little proud if I'm able to wear her out.

But now it's morning, and I know she'll have to leave for work soon. Not too soon though, and if I can rouse her I may be able to send her off good and proper. As I rub and knead her muscles, my hands start working more on her leg. I knead the front and the back of her leg, but really I'm just teasing my way towards the parts I want to touch. She's got a great ass, and it's not long before I'm giving it a lot of attention. The front's a bit trickier, what with her laying on her side, but I'm able to get close to my goal by tracing the line between her legs with one finger. I slide it up along the black fur of her legs, almost able to touch the spot where it starts to blend with her white fur. I'm just starting to catch the faintest hint of arousal when she speaks.

"Let me sleep," she says, not opening her eyes. "Didn't you get enough last night?"

"Not even close," I tell her. "I'm not sure when I'll see you again, so I want to do as much as I can." I keep massaging her rear and stroking her thighs, trying to convince them to open up.

"I have to work today. You know that. Just give me half an hour," she pleads.

"If you sleep that much longer, you'll have to start getting ready as soon as you're up."

"Then last night will have to be good enough."

It won't be. Not for me, and I'm pretty sure not for her either. She shifts her upper leg forward, making it hard for me to continue what I was doing. But I'm not giving up. I scoot down the bed slightly, and start rubbing her ass with both hands. I knead the firm muscles, and each time I slide my hands up towards her back, I spread her cheeks slightly with my thumbs. Despite her protests, I can smell her arousal increasing. With a sleepy moan she rolls fully onto her tummy, and her legs spread ever so slightly.

I need no further encouragement and move between her legs, kneeling behind her. I continue the massage a bit more, coaxing her legs open even farther. Once I've got enough space I lower my elbows to the bed and my face to her rear. She's never let me have her ass, but loves it when I lick her there. I do so now and it's not long before she's raising herself to meet my tongue. Her knees draw up slightly and I'm able to get my tongue where I really want it.

I get the feeling she wanted it too, because as my tongue first hits her wetness, she moans and pushes back against me. I lick more intently and push my tongue inside her. She's wetter than I'd expected and my muzzle is quickly coated in her juices. Her knees pull up a little further, raising her hips to just the right height. I know what she wants now.

I pull my tongue from her and move up closer behind her. I'm already slightly out of my sheath, and a couple quick rubs is all it takes to get myself fully exposed. With one hand on her left hip and the other on my cock I draw myself across her entrance. I know I shouldn't tease her when she's like this, but I can't help myself. With a moan, she pushes back against me. I know I can't draw things out as long as I'd like (she does have to work today, after all), but safety is a must. In record time I grab a condom off my nightstand, tear it open and cover myself. No easy task given how she's grinding her hips back against me. Once I'm ready I take my original position and let her push back onto me. I hadn't expected her to take me in one go, but she does.

Now that I'm fully in her I'm free to put both hands on her hips. I take hold just in time, for no sooner have I gotten my grip than she starts to slide off me. Right before I would have come all the way out, I give a little tug and she moves back down my length. We quickly establish a nice rhythm, or rather, she does. I'm barely moving at all, except for being slightly pushed back each time she shoves against me. If she pushes back too much harder it's going to be tough staying inside when she pulls forward. Can't have that. I lean left and raise my right foot just enough to bring my toes forward so they can grip the mattress. The next time she slides up I lean right and do the same with my left foot. Much better.

No longer in any danger of falling out, I start matching her movements. When she rocks back, I thrust forward, going as deeply as I can. I can tell she's liking this, because each time my hips meet hers, a little "Mmm!" escapes her. I look down and see that she's still got both hands under the pillow like when she sleeps. Her eyes are still closed, and I'm wondering what it'll take to get them open. I pick up the pace a little and start pulling her back harder as I do. Her little moans change to gasps, and I think I'm on the right track. Her mouth opens slightly and she's nearly panting. Yet her eyes squeeze tighter instead of opening.

As I start to wonder what it'll take to open them, she starts clamping down on my cock. Shit! I wasn't ready for that. She's timing her squeezes to our body movements and I know I'm done for. Not even a minute later and I'm going over the edge.

"Grrrrroooohhh!" I half-growl, half-moan as I start cumming. My cock pulses inside her and she changes her squeezing to match that rhythm. It's almost unbearably good. I can't keep myself upright and lean over her back. My hands move from her hips to her sides and I hug my body against hers.

I'd love to stay like this until she has to go, surrounded by her warmth, but she has other ideas. My orgasm's barely over when she starts stretching out her legs, lowering herself back down to the bed. I can't keep myself inside her like this and reluctantly pull out. As I lay down next to her and try to catch my breath, I can see she still hasn't opened her eyes. But she is smiling.

"How much time do I have?" she asks.

I look over at the clock and tell her, "about 20 minutes."

"Good. I'll sleep, you make coffee."

My choice would've been to stay in bed with her, but fair's fair I suppose. I get up, dispose of the condom and get the coffee pot going. Nothing fancy, just basic coffee. By the time it's ready I can hear her stirring and bring her a cup. I go back into the bedroom to find her propping herself up on one arm with the other reaching out for her coffee. Her eyes are still closed and don't open until after the first sip.

"You could have just let me sleep, you know?"

I look her up and down, taking in the sight of her. "I don't know when I'll see you again, so no, I couldn't."

"Mmm-hmm," she says while taking a long drink. "I'll have to make sure I have a day off the next time I come over then."

"That would be awesome," I say.

"But now I really do have to get ready or I'm going to be late."

She hands the cup back to me and I know the routine from here. While she gets dressed I pour what's left of her coffee into her travel mug and top it off. In less than ten minutes we're standing at my door, her dressed, ready and slipping her shoes on. I'm still in my fur, holding her coffee in my right hand. I notice she hasn't tied her hair up. It's a rare sight and looks great.

"Okay, I'll call you," she says, reaching for her cup.

I pull it back and feign hurt. "No good-bye?"

"Okay." She wraps her left arm around me and brings her paw to the back of my neck, pulling me down into a kiss. As we begin her right hand moves to my sheath and grips it firmly. She starts sliding it over the hardness growing within and I gasp. When my lips part she pushes her tongue into my mouth and the kiss gets serious. I bring my left hand up and run my fingers through her hair, then down her neck, past her shoulder and settle my paw on her breast. I start caressing, but Chen steps back, breaking the kiss before I go too far.

"No," she tells me. "I have to go."

"Aww, we were just getting started," I tease.

"You'll have to finish by yourself," she insists, giving my sheath a final downward rub before releasing her hold on me. "I'm going to be late."

I know she needs to leave, so I hand her the mug and step back. "Call me soon, okay?"

She looks down at my half-exposed cock and treats me with a smile. "Sure. Or you can call me."

With a final wave she turns and steps out the door. I hold it open so I can watch her ass as she starts down the stairs. I'm still watching when she reaches the landing where the stairs turn. She doesn't turn back and is soon out of sight. I close and lock the door, then go back to bed.

Laying there, my cock halfway out, I know I won't be falling asleep right away. I take hold of my sheath and work it until I'm completely hard. Even so soon after having her, I'm excited at the thought of seeing her again. Stroking myself lazily, I last longer than I did inside Chen, but not much. The second load of the day soaking into my fur, I doze off.

When I wake up a few hours later I get a much needed shower and something to eat. The rest of the day passes normally, which I'm okay with. A morning like that is pretty hard to top, so why try?

Monday, 07 Feb 2005

Ah, Monday. Back to work. Absolutely nothing special about today, so we'll just leave it be.

Tuesday, 08 Feb 2005

After an excessively ordinary Monday, Tuesday's looking brighter.

Work is just work. I like my job fine, but I'm also happy when it's time to go home. I've barely left when my phone starts buzzing. I check it and see that it's a text from Hana, my other SF. Cool! haven't heard from her in a few weeks, and the last time we hooked up was back before Christmas. I was thinking maybe she'd met somebody closer to where she lives (it takes about an hour to get from her place to mine) that she was fooling around with.Nope! Seems she was just busy after the holidays and this is the first good bit of free time she's been able to get.

And she wants to spend it with me!

Not tonight, though. She's taking Thursday off to turn the three-day weekend (Friday's a holiday) into a four-day one, and wants to come over tomorrow. I'm excited to see her and we make plans for tomorrow.

Wednesday, 09 Feb 2005

I head off to work with a little more bounce in my walk than usual, knowing that I'll be seeing Hana tonight. She's actually the first SF I had after coming to Japan. We met on adultfurfinder (yes, I use online personals - so what?) and had a somewhat regular thing for a couple months. She's a cool lady, just a few years older than me. Her online profile was humorous, if a bit edgy, with more than a couple self-referential jokes about her race. She's a macaque, you know, those grey- and white-furred monkeys you see soaking in the hot springs whenever some TV shows wants to show you how "exotic" Japan is? Some furs are a bit put-off by their red faces, but I got a kick out of her profile going on about the "sunburn" she got at the beach, and figured I ought to meet her.

The first time we got together we mostly just chatted over dinner and a couple beers. I'd only been in Japan about six weeks at that point, and wasn't sure how fast it was customary for things to move with somebody new, regardless of how you got to know them. Turns out, it's not so different here. That first night we ended up back at my place and I got some terrific manual attention from her. She didn't want to do much more, seeing how as we'd just met and it was "that time" for her. Over the next few weeks we'd gotten together nearly once a week, and done a whole lot more than on that first night.

I spend more of my workday that I should thinking about what we might get up to tonight, so I am more than ready to leave when 6:00 rolls around. I say good-bye to everybody and head out the door. A short walk and I'm at the bus stop (I did say there was no train station in my neighborhood - a serious anomaly in Tokyo) waiting for Hana. I'm only there about 15 minutes when the bus pulls up and she gets off.

We chat briefly about what to get for dinner and settle on something light. Why load up with a big, heavy meal that'll just going to weigh us down, especially when we've got a long evening ahead of us? Over dinner we catch up on what each other have been up to. She and her roommate had a bit of a scare last month when their cat (domestic, not furry) got sick. Everything's okay now, she's happy to report.

Weird thing about Hana's roommate. It's her ex-husband. They divorced a few years ago due to irreconcilable differences. However, they both loved the cat too much, and knew the other wouldn't want to live without it. They compromised and split their house. He lives downstairs, she upstairs and the cat goes where it likes. They're free to see whomever they like now, and occasionally still have a go with each other if the mood's right.

I tell her there's not much new with me, mostly just chat about what's been going on at work. She's been doing a lot of overtime lately and hasn't had much of a chance to relax, so I offer to give her a massage once we're back at my place. She happily accepts. Now that we know exactly what's in store, we don't spend too much more time in the restaurant. I settle the bill and we're on our way.

I don't bother turning on the lights when we get home. My bedroom has large sliding doors that let in enough light from outside, even with the curtains closed. We help each other strip down and I direct Hana to the bed. She lays on her stomach and I straddle her hips. She always likes when I give her backrubs like this. Something about how my furry sack rubs against the smooth skin of her ass. You'd think it'd tickle or something, but she says the contrasting textures of fur and skin just feel really nice.

As I start rubbing her back, I can tell she's been stressed out. It takes quite a bit of massaging to get her shoulders and neck to loosen up. After feeling her body start to relax under my touches, I being taking things in a different direction. I scoot back slightly to give myself better access to her hips and lengthen my strokes. I start at her hips, rub up the middle of her back, slide them over her sides - just barely touching her small breasts - and back down to her hips. It only takes a few circuits before she's holding herself up on her elbows, allowing me to cup her breasts when I reach them. A few passes like that and she's beginning to grind her ass against my sheath.

The next time I have my hands on her chest I lower myself on top of her and meet her grinding with some of my own. I give her a few playful nips on the neck as I do. Her movements and her moans are enough to start bringing me out, and it's not long before I've slicked up her smooth bottom with a decent amount of precum.

"Are you trying to get in my ass?" she asks me.

"I really wasn't trying to," I tell her, still rubbing. "Do you want me there?"

"I've never done it," she says. "We can try, but you have to stop if I say so, okay?"

Having been on the receiving end of somebody who doesn't know how to fuck an ass, I find her terms more than acceptable. I get my lube and a condom from the nightstand, knowing it's going to take more than just a little pre to get me inside her.

"Should I get on my hands and knees?" Hana asks.

"Not yet. I have to get you ready first. If this gets uncomfortable, let me know and I'll stop."

"Okay."

I give the edge of the condom packet a slight rip, knowing that will make it easier to get open once my hands get slippery, and drop it on the bed. Popping open the lube, I squeeze a bit onto a my middle finger. I start by rubbing it around her backdoor, only occasionally stroking my finger across it. When things are decently slick, I get a fresh dollop of lube and put it right on the target. I massage gently, encouraging her to open up, but not forcing my way in. I'm quite surprised when her ring does relax, and my finger slides right in, to just past the second knuckle.

"OH!" she exclaims.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that," I tell her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I didn't think things could go in that easily."

"Let's take this as a good sign," I say, getting back to work.

I stick to one finger for a bit, slowly easing it out, then back in. At one point I pull it out to get more lube on it. When I push against her this time, she offers almost no resistance, and I slide all the way in on the first try.

"I think you're ready for two."

I pull out of her again and overlap my middle and index fingers, trying to make as small a point as possible. Knowing this might be tricky, I put a generous amount of lube on my fingers and spread it around. I tease her hole a little, but it's not really necessary. The paired fingertips enter her just as easily as one had. I get her as slick as I can, and am encouraged by her pushing back against my fingers each time I go in.

"I'd say you're all set," I let her know.

"Don't you want to try three first?" she asks me.

"Not really. I could get three fingertips in you without much trouble, but the further I push them in, the more it'll stretch you. You don't need that much to get me inside you."

"Okay. I'll take your word for it."

With slick fingers I open the packet the rest of the way and pull out the condom. Putting it on is easy, because getting Hana ready has me fully hard and ready to go. Even though I know she's all slicked up inside, I still squeeze out a huge glob of lube onto my cock and smear it around.

"Raise up a little for me," I tell her.

She complies and I position myself between her legs. I put the head of my cock against her ring and give just the slightest of pushes, letting her know I'm there. I hold myself steady and tell her what to do.

"Push when you're ready."

Looking down at my cock, it's so tempting to just grab her hips and plow right into her. I fight that urge, knowing how much it hurts when somebody does that. I'm pretty sure I'll get in okay, though, since she's pushing against me rather insistently. I watch as her ring stretches ever so slightly, then relaxes and - POP - I'm in!

"Oooh!" she cries out. "How much is in?"

"Just the head. Get used to how it feels and go slow. Don't try and take it all at once," I warn her. "Rock back and forth to make sure you keep things slick. My fingers didn't get as deep as my cock might, so you want to be careful."

She doesn't say anything else, instead answering with her body. The pressure I feel tells me she's ready to try for more. I put my hands on her hips, not to pull myself deeper, but to keep her from pushing back too quickly. She's very insistent, and I ease up gradually, allowing her to take more and more of me inside her.

It only takes a minute or so of working herself back and forth before she asks me, "how much is in now?"

I grin and pull her backwards slightly, getting the last half inch inside. As my hips contact hers I say, "this much."

"Really? All of it?" She can't believe she's done it, but she has. She turns her head as much as she can and I'm happy to see a huge grin on her face. "Do it," she commands.

I don't say anything and just return her smile with one of my own. I pull out slightly and ease myself back in, starting a slow rhythm, seeing how well she handles things. By the way she starts forcing herself back against me, I think she's handling them quite well. I slowly increase both my pace and the length of my strokes.

"Mmmm," she moans. "This actually feels good."

I'm glad she likes it, but I don't start pounding her. If what I'm doing feels nice to her, then it's what I should keep on doing. It feels great for me, too, and I can I won't be able to take too much more.

"Hana..." I start, my breathing getting a bit ragged.

"Hmm?"

"I'm gonna cum soon," I warn her.

She turns her head and commands me once again, "do it."

That was all I needed to hear. My balls draw up, my cock grows stiffer, and I pull her back to me, getting as deep in her ass I can. "Rrrruuuunnnnh!" My cock swells with each spurt that I fire inside her. I hold myself there, grunting with each shot, my whole body shaking.

"Oh! I can feel you cumming!" Hana says excitedly.

As my orgasm fades, my breathing slows down and I relax my hold on her hips. She starts to pull away.

"Ah! Go slow, please," I tell her.

She edges forward slightly, letting more and more of my length slide free from her tight clutches. I can tell I'm nearly all the way out when I feel the back of my head bump against her ring. It's then that she does something I never would have expected. She pushes back hard, taking me all the way to the hilt in one shot.

"Fffffuuuuu..." is all I can manage. I get pretty sensitive after I cum, as I imagine most guys do, and this is almost painful it's so intense.

"Sorry," she says. "I just wanted to see if I could do that."

"You can," I gasp out, "but please don't do it again."

She doesn't, instead pulling herself off my cock in one long, almost agonizingly slow motion. She lowers herself back down to her stomach, while I flop onto my back beside her. I look over at her and she's looking back at me, grinning like an idiot.

"What?" I ask her.

"I can't wait to get home tomorrow and tell my roommate about this," she informs me. "He's going to be so jealous."

Yes, I find it a little weird that the woman whose ass I just fucked is telling me she's going to tell her roommate/ex-husband all about it. "Really? Why's that?" I ask her.

"He's been trying to do that for years," Hana tells me, "but he's never been able to do it."

Now it's my turn to grin like a fool. I try not to ego-trip off that information, but it's impossible. She knows exactly what I'm thinking and leans over to give me a kiss.

"Well done," she says.

We take a break to clean up and share the shower. It's just barely big enough for two people, but we make it work. After getting cleaned and dried, we return to the bed. I point out that while I've gotten off already, she hasn't. She's tells me not to worry about it, and though I'm not worried, it doesn't seem fair.

"Okay," she smiles, "use your tongue and make me happy."

I do, and when I'm finished she seems quite happy. We both fall asleep with smiles on our faces.

Thursday, 10 Feb 2005

Waking up next to somebody is awesome. Have I said that before? Well, it's worth repeating. And waking up next to somebody you shared an evening of great sex with? Even more awesome.

While Hana had managed to get herself a four-day weekend, I had to get up and get ready for work. I let her sleep in while I did my stuff, then woke her when it was time to go. She was up and ready in no time, and we were soon walking towards the bus stop. I waited for the bus with her and sent her on her way with a kiss and a promise to call soon.

I have a little time to kill before I have to be at work, so I scroll through my mails and texts and see what's up. I'm happy to see a message from Alan, a British guy I've hooked up with a few times, telling me he's off tomorrow. We bounce a few texts back and forth, establishing that I'm off as well, and that getting together would be good fit both of us.

I head into work doubly happy from the joys of last night and the promise of tomorrow. As always, work is work, but knowing what tomorrow holds makes it drag on more slowly than usual. But eventually it ends and I find myself back home relaxing with a beer in my hand.

*PING* goes the computer.

I pull my laptop onto the couch and have a look. Cool! It's a message from Marumi. I haven't met her in person yet, but we've chatted a bit over the last couple weeks. Yes, she's another furfinder friend.

We discuss our weekend plans and find that our schedules are fairly wide open. I mention it would be a good time to get together and practice tying knots. (In a previous chat she'd expressed an interest in rope bondage and I told her I could show her a few tricks.) We agree to chat again later and see if we can set something up.

(If your BS-meter is going off now, you may want to stop reading, as there's no way you'll believe how this week ends up. Seriously.)

I close the computer, wondering where things might go and treat myself to another beer. But just one more. Big day tomorrow!

Friday, 11 Feb 2005

Even though I've got the day off, I wake up early. I geek around online a bit, have a light breakfast, then get myself all cleaned up and presentable. Alan and I had agreed to meet at noon at his station, so I've got time to kill. A bit more computer time, a little gaming, and then it's time to head out. He doesn't live all that far from me, and while it would be quicker to take the bus over there, I decide to walk it so I can leave earlier. The weather's decent, and cold's not a big deal for me. I toss on a pair of long shorts (is that really a thing?) and my black hoodie. Knowing that I've got a 45-minute walk ahead of me, I only zip it halfway up.

Even that turns out to be too much. By the time I get to the station I've got it fully unzipped and almost off my shoulders. Passers-by look at my like I'm nuts (then again, being a foreigner I get weird looks anyways), but Alan's reaction is quite different.

"You just want to get dragged into an alley and screwed silly, don't you?" He's speaking English, so it's unlikely anybody's going to catch what he said, but that doesn't stop my face flushing red under my fur.

Alan is...well, he's something else. He's a collection of contradictions, if I'm being honest. He's from England, but can't tolerate cold weather at all. He's got on long pants and a puffy down jacket, which only serves to make him look even bigger than he already is. He's a bulldog, and while he's nailed the stocky bit, it seems he forgot to be short. He's about three inches taller than me and broader across the shoulders than I am. And his arms? Bigger than most people's thighs, I'd wager. His fur is short and well-kept, and he's a lovely mix of cafe au lait brown and milky white. And believe me, I could drink him up all day.

"Hey," I greet him. "Aside from the obvious, what's on your mind for today?"

"I was thinking beer, movies, pizza and sex," he tells me, "but I think I'll have to rearrange the order a bit now that I've seen you walking around town half naked."

"Not quite half. My top's still on," I say.

"That barely counts as on. Let's get those beers and head back to my place, or else I really will drag you into that alley," he threatens playfully.

We stop in at the closest convenience store and start putting beer in a basket. He's grabbing tall cans and stops me when he sees me going for the normal-sized ones.

"No way. You know if you're drinking with me you've got to drink for real. Put those kiddy cans back and get some proper ones." Alan, in case you hadn't guessed, is a bit of a "take charge" kind of guy. It's just one more thing about him that really turns me on.

We end up with four beers a piece, which may not seem like much, but I know he's already got more at his place. Nothing but small talk on the way back, no matter how many alleys we pass. I can see how he's looking at me, though, and I can tell I'm going to have a busy afternoon.

Back in his apartment I scuff my paws on the mat so I don't track anything in. (A lot of furs in Japan wear shoes, but it's not required. Just make sure you don't mess up somebody's floors when visiting.) He hangs up his coat and I see he's wearing a rugby shirt. His chest and arms fill it out magnificently. Alan catches me looking.

"Keep your pants on," he tells me. "For now. But you can take your jacket off if you want. I know how you are about clothes."

"Thanks," I say, shrugging it off and dropping it on chair. I gesture towards the bag in his hand. "Want me to put those away?"

He passes me the beers. "Sure. Just keep one out for each of us."

I do as I'm told and return to the living room with two tall cans. Alan's already on the couch, scrolling through channels with the remote. I pass him his can and we both pop our tabs.

"Cheers," we say in unison, tapping the cans together.

I start off with a sip. Alan downs nearly half his can in one pull. So it's going to be that kind of a day, eh? Nice! I don't even try to match him. I don't have his tolerance, and it'd be foolish to try and keep pace with him.

"There's nothing on. I think TV gets worse on holidays. Mind if I put in a disc?" he asks.

When Alan says "disc" he doesn't mean a movie. He means porn. And not mosaiced Japanese stuff either. Proper, uncensored, nothing left to the imagination porn.

"Go for it," I tell him.

Alan gets off the couch and crosses over to the cabinet next to the TV. He takes his beer with him and keeps sipping in while flipping through his collection. It doesn't take him long to choose one and he's soon putting it in the player. When he comes back to the couch he gives his can a shake. The damned thing's almost empty already!

"You about ready for another?" he asks me.

I peer down at my can. It's still more than half full. "Not quite yet," I let him know.

"Kid, you're a serious lightweight," he teases, heading towards the kitchen. He kills his drink on the way.

"You do know you're only 5 years older than me, right?" I shoot back.

He laughs and opens the fridge for his next beer. The video starts while he's grabbing a can. I haven't seen this one before, but there's not that much variety in his collection. He's strictly gay, and his porn reflects that. He likes the ones that are just a collection of fuck scenes. No pretense of plot or story, just guys going at it. Admittedly nice to look at, but I like something else to go along with the rutting.

The video begins with a poolside scene. A big, musclebound doberman is laying out on a deck chair, naked except for a pair of mirrored shades. His sheath is looking really full, but he's not showing yet. A skinny bobcat dressed in blue shorts and a tanktop walks up with a pool skimmer as Alan returns to the couch. He snaps open his can clinks it against mine and takes another big pull.

"I'm here to clean the pool," the bobcat says.

"So take care of it," the dobie says.

"I'd rather take care of you," says the cat, dropping the skimmer and pulling off his shirt.

"They must have been on a tight schedule," I joke. "That guy didn't even look at the pool once."

"I don't think you're cut out for heavy lifting," the doberman's telling the bobcat.

It's obvious Alan's watched this one more than a few times. He's reciting the doberman's dialogue quietly while rubbing his crotch with his free hand.

"I can do anything you need me to," insists the bobcat, moving closer to the big dog.

As the doberman grabs the bobcat's paw, Alan takes my hand.

"Show me what you can do," he and the doberman say in unison.

This is weird, but kinky-weird. Not creepy-weird. Alan pulls my hand towards his bulge and I grab one last sip of beer, wetting my throat for what's coming next. He sets down his own beer and moves that hand to my shoulder, maneuvering me off the couch and onto the floor. Clearly, he wants me on my knees. While I'm assuming that position, he undoes his pants and picks his hips up off the couch. I need no encouragement and help him take them off. As I toss them to the side, Alan settles back down and pulls his shirt off. I assume to match the doberman in the video. I can't see it anymore, but I suspect the bobcat is in a position similar to mine.

With Alan's sheath inches from my muzzle, I can see just how horny he is. He's every bit as swollen as the dobie in the video. His balls are hanging low, looking full and ready.

"Well," the two dogs say. "What are you waiting for?"

I grip his sheath with my right hand, squeeze it and slide it down. His pointy head pops right out and I waste no time taking it in my mouth. I'm not really paying attention to the noises coming from the TV anymore, instead focusing on Alan.

"Shit!" he says. "You want it just as bad as I do!"

I don't even mumble a reply. My only answer is to push my head down, licking his cock as I do, convincing it to spring free. The more of him I get in my mouth, the more he moans. I want him all the way out and am pleased to feel his knot rising up. I cradle it in both hands while I back off his cock. I coax his knot upwards, towards his opening and free it from its furry hiding place.

"Damn. You've never gotten me out that fast before."

I know how sensitive his knot can be once it's out, so I hold it gently in my left hand. With my right I start stroking up and down the length of his cock - all the while keeping his head in my mouth. As I feed more of him into my muzzle, I stroke downwards with my hand. When I pull back, I reverse direction.

I hear him pick up his beer, then set the can down again without taking a sip. I bet he thought he was going to play it cool and try and get into his porn while I sucked him. Not a chance. You want me sucking you? Fine, but I'm the main attraction, not some sideshow. Alan knows I don't swallow, but that doesn't stop him from trying to cum in my mouth. I can tell when he's getting close, and always ease up right before he gets there. After the third time, he's had enough.

"Okay, fuck. You've made your point."

I accept my victory graciously and speed up one final time. I squeeze his knot a little more tightly, suck a little stronger, press my thumb against the underside of his cock with a little more force and am rewarded with a short blast of salty cum. I pull off, but not quickly enough to avoid taking a shot across my muzzle. I press harder with my thumb, stopping the next burst before it comes out and angle his cock back towards his body. Once I'm safe I let up with my thumb and watch the show.

Lots of people talk about "ropes" of cum. I haven't been with many guys who can cum like that, but Alan's one of them. After I let him go, he positively erupts. His cum jets out in thick strands that coat his fur from his cock to his neck. He's much quieter than me when he cums, but even his panting is a bit loud today.

"Just how long have you been saving up?" I want to know.

"Five...days..." he says while trying to get his breathing back under control.

I chuckle. "Why?"

"Knew I'd...see you...today," he smiles.

I smile back, happy to be wanted, then grab a tissue to clean off my muzzle. I move to pass the box to him but he declines.

"I'd use the whole thing," he says, standing up. He moves into the kitchen and I hear the water turn on. Makes sense. It did look like a big cleanup job.

I settle back down on the couch and pick up my beer.This time I do take an Alan-worthy drink, and finish the can before setting it down.

"That's more like it!" he says from the kitchen doorway. "You want another?"

"You bet!" I tell him. The taste of his spunk is gone, and now I'm in the mood for drinking.

He brings me a fresh can and resumes his original place on the couch, not bothering to put any of his clothes back on. A bit unusual for him, given the outside temperature.

"Not going to be too cold, are you?" I ask.

"Nah, I'll turn the heat on. But that may make things a bit warm for you with those trousers on. Take them off, if you like," he suggests.

"I like," I tell him, grinning.

As I'm stripping off, he turns on the heat. I'm glad he's not getting dressed, as I like being in my fur with other guys. Don't get me wrong, I love it with girls, too, but there's just something cool about chilling with another guy with nothing on. Once I'm free of my pants, I raise up on my pads and stretch out, giving myself a shake to smooth out my fur.

"Tease," Alan says from behind me. "Not even wearing any underwear."

I laugh, but honestly, I hadn't tried to put on a show for him. Still, I'm glad he finds my ass so inviting.

Sitting next to him when we're both in our fur, I kind of get why he likes calling me "kid." There is a significant size difference between us. And while I'm in okay shape, he's seriously fit. His natural musculature has been beefed up by his time at the gym. He never passes up a chance to tease me about being a little soft around the middle, but I know it's not mean-spirited. And let's not worry too much about cock size. I'm pretty much the epitome of average, but Alan? Even on my best day I have trouble getting close to his knot with my mouth. Let him tie with me? Oh, no. Not. Gonna. Happen.

On the TV the porno's kept going, and now the bobcat's straddling the doberman, riding him for all he's worth. Alan and I watch in silence for a few minutes, drinking our beers. Most porn is all about the cumshot, so I'm a bit surprised when the bobcat starts grinding hard on the dobie's knot. Never having taken a knot, I sit up and watch a little more closely. With a final push and a growl, the knot pops in and the bobcat collapses forward onto the dog.

"Damn," I mutter.

"You wanna...?" Alan lets the question hang in the air.

"Dude, you're awesome to be with, but you'd tear me in half with that thing you've got," I tell him.

He gestures towards my sheath. "Seems like part of you is keen on the idea." I look down and realize I'm close to halfway out.

I suddenly feel exposed and try to cover myself with my hands. Alan leans over and pulls my hands away, replacing them with one of his own. "Don't," is all he says before he starts kissing my neck.

Fuck, I really can't take that. I melt under his attentions, going limp on the sofa. His strong hand works my sheath, getting me completely free almost as quickly as I'd done with him. He doesn't usually go down on me, but now he drops his head and takes me completely in his mouth for a few strokes getting my cock nice and slick. He abandons my sheath, wrapping me in his paw and starts pumping up and down. He continues kissing my neck and shoulder and has me whimpering in short order.

"Bed," he says. It's not a request but a command.

We move quickly to the bedroom and I lay down on my back, eager for him to continue what he'd started on the couch. I'm close, and want to cum. Alan has other ideas.

"Turn over." Another command.

Dammit! I know I'll get off eventually, since he never leaves me hanging, but I really want it right now. Even so, I do as he says, turning over and presenting my ass to him.

"Good boy." Oh, he's clearly into dominant mode now. He always gets like this when he wants to fuck.

I feel the bed shift under his weight as he gets between my legs. I wonder how he's going to start when I feel his hands on my ass, spreading my open. He barely pauses for me to flick my tail out of the way before diving in with his tongue. He licks, laps, probes and pushes, teasing my eager hole and soaking the surrounding fur. He hasn't even gotten a finger in me yet and already I'm pushing back against him.

"Already?" he asks, chuckling. "Okay." The bed shifts again as he gets off and I hear the telltale sounds of a condom being opened and put on, followed by the snap of his lube being opened. I jump a little as the cold gel hits my ass and he laughs again. I expect him to get me loosened up with a finger or two, but it seems he's as horned up as I am. He gets back on the bed, grabs my hips, and I feel his pointy head nudge up against me. As it does, my cheeks tighten up on their own, blocking his entry. He gives my ass a smack.

"Relax," he tells me. "You're ready."

I'm not so sure, but do my best to comply. I take a deep breath, then let it out. As I'm exhaling, he pushes again, easing his cockhead inside me.

"See? Easy." I can't see his face, but I know he's grinning.

It is easy. He treats me much I like I treated Hana just two days ago. He starts slow, working his way into me bit by bit, inch by inch. Soon I'm feeling very full, and as I'm about to ask him how much more he has left, I feel his knot press against my hole. Was he really going to try and tie me? I clench my ass as tight as I can, trying to keep him from pushing in any further.

"Alan," I start, my breath coming more quickly than I'd expected. "It's too big. You can't."

He takes his hands off my hips and puts them on the bed near my sides. I can feel him lowering his weight onto my back. I'm trapped beneath him. There is no way I can stop him from doing whatever he wants to do. He surprises me by kissing the back of my head.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispers.

I trust him, and will my body to relax. As my ass loosens around him, he whispers again.

"Good boy."

He raises himself off me and starts fucking, just using his hips at first. Pulling out, pushing in, finding his pace and making us both feel good. Soon he's got me moaning in time to his thrusts. I want to feel him more, and raise my body up against his. He has his own idea of how this is going to go and pushes me back to the bed with one hand.

"Stay."

I don't want to, and push up again, this time using my arms for leverage.

"No," he tells me, pressing his hand between my shoulder blades. "Stay down."

I normally wouldn't antagonize somebody who had such a position of power over me, but I want to see just what he'll do. A third time, I push up, wanting to feel more of him against me.

This time he doesn't say anything. His hands are barely off my hips when I feel them bat my arms out from under me. I flop to the bed and before I can move, his hands are on my shoulders, pinning me down.

"Told you to stay put," he growls.

I'm glad he can't see my face right now, because instead of looking worried, I'm grinning as wide as I can. I fucking love getting dominated, and right now I'm in heaven.

He doesn't let go of my shoulders and starts longstroking in and out of me. It feels amazing, especially when he goes slow. He pulls back so far that barely any of him is left inside my ass, then he rolls his hips forward until his knot's pressed against me. He does this over, and over, and over. My eyes are starting to flutter shut and I'm panting with joy at the sensations he's filling me with.

It's only now that I become aware of my cock again. His long strokes in and out of my body are rocking me back and forth on the bed. I've produced a sizeable puddle of precum and as my cock slides through it in time to his fucking, I realize that I'm close to cumming. I'm so blissed out that I can't even say the words.

"Cumma," is all I can manage.

I'm not sure if he doesn't hear or doesn't care. Whichever case it is, he notices when I start groaning. Each time my cock pulses out another jet of cum onto his bed, my ass clamps down on his cock. The first time it happens, he's almost all the way out, and I clamp down on his head.

"Uhhnn!" he grunts at the sudden sensation. Fearing he may not get back in, he thrusts harder than usual, and when my ass relaxes between contractions, he buries himself in me in one fast motion. This makes me cum even harder, and the strengthened contractions are enough to make him join me.

Feeling him start shooting inside me actually gives me back some control over my body. It's not often he gets off twice so quickly, so I'm feeling quite pleased with myself. He pants out his orgasm until he's spent, and only then does he release his grip on my shoulders. True to his word, he doesn't hurt me, even when he pulls out. When he slips free I gasp at the empty feeling.

He lays down next to me and I turn to look at him. He's smiling just as much as I am. I check the condom and am shocked at how much cum it's holding.

"But you just...on the couch..." Clearly my ability to speak in full sentences has not yet returned to me.

"Five days," he tells me.

I start to ask another half-formed question, but he silences me with a kiss. I roll onto my back and can't quite believe the mess I've made, both with the bed and in my fur.

Alan comes back in after getting rid of the condom and immediately does a u-turn out of the room. Seconds later he's back with two towels - one for me and one for the bed. "I'll handle the bed," he tells me. "You get in the shower."

I'm a little unsteady as I get to my feet, but I grab the towel and make it to the shower without falling over. Once I'm in the shower, though, I give up and sit down. I let the warm water rain down and me and start soaping up my fur. I scrub and rinse my stomach, making sure I don't miss any spots. I'm a little more gentle with my ass, as it's still a bit sensitive. Once I'm clean, I don't get out right away. The warm water feels really nice.

Alan knocks on the door to the shower. "You okay?' he asks.

"Yeah," I tell him. "It just feels really good."

He opens the door for a peek and laughs at the sight of a soaking wet tiger sitting in his shower. "You look like a drowned rat!"

"Bite your tongue!" I laugh back. "Unlike a rat, I have a furry tail." I make my point by flicking it towards him, sending a storm of water droplets his way.

"Okay!" he shouts as he closes the door. "Truce!"

"Agreed, on one condition," I tell him.

"Which is?"

"You have to order a pizza while I'm drying off."

"I can live with that," he agrees. "I was just going to ask what kind you wanted."

"Giga Meat. Same as we always get."

"Carnivores," I hear him muttering as he walks away. "So predictable."

I start to shout back that he's one too, but remember that he does usually eat much healthier than I do. I look down at my tummy and give it a poke. It is considerably softer than his, I have to admit. And I should eat better, I know. But after that romp the last thing I want is a big, leafy salad.

I get out of the shower and take my time drying off. When I go back to the living room Alan is unexpectedly dressed in a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt. "Going to the gym?' I ask.

"Pizza, remember? Unless you want to answer the door like that?"

I look myself up and down. "What's wrong with this?" I grin.

"If you'll answer the the door in your fur, I'll pay for the whole thing," he suggests. "How's that?"

"Cool with me," I tell him.

"Bullshit!" he laughs. "You won't do it."

Ten minutes later I prove him wrong and am enjoying a warm slice of free pizza.

"That poor guy," Alan says. "I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. I'll never be able to order from there again."

"You never know. You might get better service from now on."

"If I ever think about daring you to do anything again, please stop me before I do."

"And miss out on free pizza? No way."

We pass the next few hours just hanging out. The beer outlasting the pizza, but not by much.

"I should get going," I tell him.

"You can stay over if you want," he offers, "but I can't guarantee how much sleep you'll get."

"It's tempting, really it is. But I have to go get my phone replaced tomorrow morning. Something's wrong with the 'manner mode' button," I tell him. "I can't turn the ringer off."

"Yeah, you should probably get that fixed," he agrees. "And you should probably get dressed before you head home."

"Too right." I put back on what little clothing I'd worn over and say good-bye at his door, patting my pockets to make sure I'm not forgetting everything. "Keys, wallet, phone," I say to myself. "All good."

"You certainly were," Alan tells me.

I give him a hug and one last farewell, then I'm on my way home. I may not have as much spring in my step as when I came over, but I'm certainly happier. I think back over the past week as I'm walking, and realize something. Alan makes the third person I've been with since Sunday.

Now, three people in one week may not seem like much to some people. Fair enough. Maybe it's not. But to me, this was the highest number I'd ever hit. "New record!" I tell myself, smiling.

It takes me longer to get home than it had to get to Alan's station, but that's okay. I wasn't in any particular hurry. Still, it was nice to get back to my place, strip down and crawl into bed.

And have a long, long sleep.

Saturday, 12 Feb 2005

I wake up today feeling really good. It's the second day of a three-day weekend, and the first had been downright awesome.

I roll out of bed wanting coffee, but not wanting to brew any. I always keep a few cans of milk coffee in the fridge for mornings such as these, and grab one before heading back to the bedroom. It's about 9, so kind of late for me to be getting up. Still early for some people, but not annoyingly, so I figure it's okay to send Marumi a text. Just a short one, asking her what her plans for the day are.

She responds almost immediately, which I hadn't expected. She lets me know she's on the way home (Had she gotten lucky last night, too? I wondered.) and will look me up online once she's back at her place.

I leave my laptop open so I won't miss her, and 30 minutes later I'm rewarded with a *PING* letting me know I've got a message coming in. I set my coffee down (second can) and pull the computer over.

We start chatting about plans. I tell her I need to go to the phone store downtown to get my phone fixed, and she tells me that the location I'm going to is only two stops away from her station. Perfect! We agree that today would be a great day for us to meet up in person, and I ask her what sort of fun stuff I should bring over. She tells me she's got some things of her own, but not much rope, so I should bring mine. It's at this point she asks the question every guy hopes to hear one day.

"Do you like 2 girls in same time?"

Get. The fuck. Out.

Keep in mind I've not even met her yet. For all I know, I'm setting myself up to get mugged. Any reasonable person would hear alarm bells at this point and close the chat. Thank goodness I'm not reasonable.

I tell her that would be quite nice. She says she'll still need to ask her friend, but maybe it's an option. Shit, at this point even the mere idea is enough for me! While we chat she bounces a mail to her friend. Kaede says she'll come over (she wants to practice knots as well!), but won't commit to any playing until after she's met me. Heck, that's reasonable.

Then she offers to cook dinner.

At this point the BS alarms in my head start to tingle. No way could this chick be all this. A homecooked meal and the potential for a threesome all in one evening. Nah, can't possibly happen.

Or can it?

Later that afternoon I've got my phone situation sorted and send Marumi a mail. She's excited and says to come on over, telling me which exit of her station to meet her at. I get there before she does, but she shows up a few minutes later. It's my first time seeing her in person and I'm quite pleased.

She's a fox.

I don't just mean that she's sexy, because she is, but she's literally a fox. Of course I'd seen her pictures on furfinder, but pictures can only tell you so much. Like most of her kind, she's from Hokkaido, the northern big island in Japan. She's got the typical coloring, orangish fur, white muzzle, ruddy face, black-tipped ears, and a big, floofy tail. She's a good bit shorter than me, too - maybe almost a foot. She's quite the find.

We recognize each other from our pictures and greet each other with a hug. She pulls me down and kisses my cheek. Promising start to the afternoon!

We walk back to her place, chat over a beer and discuss how our respective Friday nights went. We both ended up with guys and are equally pleased with our successes. (If it's not obvious by now - yes, she knows I'm bi. She has a thing for bi guys.) The conversation drifts towards how tonight may go and that's about the time her friend, Kaede, shows up. She's also a fox (they're school friends from back in Hokkaido and moved to Tokyo together to go to university), but she's closer to my height than Marumi's. Not only is she every bit as stunning as Marumi, but she's brought some rope of her own. Whoo-hoo!

We joke and play around, and I show them a few things to try. Simple knots and rope arrangements, mostly. We're not getting into anything advanced like full-body bondage just yet. They're both digging it, and while we're goofing around with the rope we chat and have a few drinks. At one point the conversation turns to sex toys. Marumi pulls out her "toy box" and suddenly it's like x-rated show and tell.

"I really like this harness," she says, holding up something designed to hold a dildo or vibe. "I've used it on guys before, and even on Kaede."

I look at it for a second. "Yeah, it's nice. I've got the same one."

"Really?" both girls ask together.

"Yup," I grin. "What toy do you use it with?"

She reaches into her box and grabs a thick, black dildo. It's a knotless canine model, and looks familiar.

"I have that one, too!"

"What?" they say in unison.

"Well, not exactly the same. Mine's the clear model, but aside from that it's the same one."

"Why do you have those?" Kaede asks me.

"Same reason Marumi does. Except, when mine gets used I'm not the one wearing it."

"I like them together," Marumi says, "but it's too hard to get the toy in the harness."

I ask her to pass them to me and show her my trick for getting the toy mounted with less fuss. Once I have it settled, I hand it back to her. Kaede is intrigued and holds her hand out to her friend. Marumi gives her the harness and we watch as Kaede pulls it on over her jeans.

"I've only seen it with the smaller toy in it," she tells us while adjusting the straps, getting everything in just the right place. When she's satisfied, she takes a few steps back and forth. The cock bounces in front of her as she does, so she steadies it with her hand. Feeling the weight of it, she can't help but stroke it a few times.

"I'm big!" she announces.

Marumi and I both crack up, and Kaede shimmies out of the harness. It did look really good on her.

Marumi shows off a few more toys (smaller dildos, a few bullet vibes and a pair of handcuffs), then we take a break for dinner. Everybody chips in to help, but Maurmi does most of the cooking. Everything is very tasty. Once the dishes are done we relax for a bit, have another drink, and then get back down to business.

Kaede offers to be the guinea pig since she's got a sugar-daddy who wants to see what she looks like bound. At this point we're doing this over clothes, because Kaede still hasn't said anything one way or the other about the three of us playing together. We get her nicely tied (going for both effective restraint and pleasing visuals) and Marumi snaps a few pics. Kaede likes the shots and we move on to another variation. She likes that one, too, and then it's Marumi's turn to get tied.

We'd been doing Kaede standing up, but Marumi wanted hers done seated. I'm not one to argue and in a few minutes she was criss-crossed in ropes, seated in front of me with her arms bound behind her.

Kaede was curious, since the position was quite different from how she'd been tied up. "Is it uncomfortable?" she asks. "Can you move at all?"

Marumi tells her it feels fine but no, she can't move.

And this is where things start to get interesting. Kaede leans in and kisses Marumi full on the mouth. Not a peck, mind you, they both go for it right from the start. While they're kissing, Kaede starts playing with Marumi's breasts, teasing her nipples through her shirt. Marumi squirms against the ropes, but can't really move at all.

While nobody's come out and said we're all playing together, it looks to me like we've already started. I watch them kiss a little longer then reach around Marumi's sides to start rubbing her legs. She moans into the kiss and then pulls back from Kaede.

"Untie me," she says.

"Not yet," Kaede says, sliding a paw between her friend's legs.

I lean forward and breathe warmly on Marumi's neck, then start giving her kisses of my own.

"Pleeeease," Marumi whimpers.

Kaede's clearly not a dom type (neither am I, really), and says, "okay."

I get to work on the ropes, and as soon as Marumi is able to get her arms free, Kaede's pulling her shirt off for her. I'm still behind Marumi, so I take care of her bra. By the time the ropes are fully off, both girls are topless. I don't even realize that I stopped moving after setting the ropes aside. Marumi's still facing Kaede, and sees that her friend is looking at me.

She turns to me, sees that I'm still fully dressed and says, "you too."

I don't have to be told twice and yank my shirt off. Kaede's starting to unbutton her pants, so I stand up to take care of mine. My zipper's barely down and Marumi grabs hold of my pants and boxers, pulling them to my ankles in one swift motion. I step out one foot at a time and Marumi tosses my clothes to the side. By the time I'm down to my fur, so is Kaede.

She comes over and takes me by the hand, leading me off towards Marumi's bedroom. I turn to look at Marumi, making sure this is okay.

"Go ahead," she smiles. "I'll be there after I pick out some stuff."

I return her smile and follow Kaede to the bedroom. She lays down on the bed and I join her. We start kissing each other and exploring each other's bodies while we wait for Marumi to join us. She's a really good kisser and has me presenting in no time.

The first I realize Marumi's joined us is when I hear the flick of a lighter and the room fills with dim light. She's lighting candles around the room, but none so close to the bed that they'd present a danger to errant tails or limbs. When she's satisfied, she sits on the end of the bed. I notice she's brought some things from her toy box, but I can't see exactly what. "Don't stop for me," she tells us.

We don't. Kaede and I get back to what we'd been doing, our mouths finding each other and hands moving to chests. I'm so focused on Kaede that it barely registers when Marumi shifts my tail to the side. It's only when a finger coated in something cool and slippery presses against my ass that I realize what's up.

I'm glad Alan and I only did it once yesterday. Two rounds with him and I'd probably be unable to take anything at all back there today. As it is, Marumi's finger slides right in, making us both gasp. It takes Kaede a second to realize it's not her affecting me that way, and she brakes our kiss to see what Marumi is doing. Once she figures it out, she moves towards my feet to see more clearly.

I scoot up the bed a little, making more room for them at their end. As I do, Marumi's finger slides back out. She moves up closer to my new position, and this time presses two fingers against me. They go in just as easily as one had. I grab one of the pillows and pull it under my head, then prop myself up a little further by putting my hands under my head. I want to watch this, too.

I think she's pleased with her progress, because she pulls her fingers from me and motions for Kaede to get something out of the box. I see it's a medium-sized dildo and smile. She tells Kaede to put a condom on it (always keep your toys clean!), then lubes it up. It doesn't go in quite as easily as her fingers did, but an extra push is all it takes to get it past my ring. Once it's in, she's surprised at how easy it is to slide it all the way in.

"The whole thing?" Kaede asks, looking more closely at what her friend is doing to me..

"I can take the bigger one," I remind them, but they seem content with what Marumi's gotten inside me..

Marumi starts gently fucking it in and out of me, and it feels really good. I moan and start rocking my hips, raising them towards her to meet her oncoming thrusts.

Kaede and Marumi exchange a few words in Japanese that I don't catch, then Kaede leaves the bedroom. I worry that maybe I've done something to upset her, or turn her off.

"Where's she going?" I ask.

"She wants to fuck you," Marumi tells me.

"Then where is she-"

"I used my last condom on the toy. She's going upstairs to her place to get some more." I hadn't realized Kaede lived in the same building.

"I've got some in my bag!" I remember. I tell Marumi which pocket they're in, and she tells Kaede.

In about a minute she's back in the bedroom, dropping what looks like my whole supply of condoms into Marumi's toy box. I'm more than willing to donate them all.

She grabs one of them and opens the packet. I don't need a single rub to get ready for it, not with what Marumi's doing. Kaede unrolls it down my length and straddles me, facing towards Marumi. I was hoping she'd face me, so I could play with her breasts some more, but her ass is very nice too. Honestly, once she slides down, taking me inside her, I'm not too concerned with the view. She feels amazing.

I wish I could say I lasted longer, or that I got her off before I came, but I can't. With one girl fucking my ass and the other riding me, there was no way I was going to hold out. I last about 5 minutes under their combined attentions. When I get close, I grab Kaede by the hips and try to manage the pace, but it's not much use. I start groaning before I shoot and Marumi takes that as sign to push the toy as deep as she can. I roll over the edge and cum. Hard. My ass grabs the toy every time my cock fires up into Kaede's heat. I growl and my hips buck, lifting her fully off the bed.

When it's over, Kaede keeps her spot. I notice one of her arms moving and realize she's playing with herself. I can't tell exactly what she's doing, but I do see Marumi lean over and start doing something to Kaede's chest. The whimpers I'm hearing tell me that Kaede wasn't that far behind me. I'm feeling sensitive right now, but want to do what I can to help so I start rocking my hips gently. The combination of my cock, Marumi's mouth and her own fingers seems to be what it takes to make Kaede come. Her whimpers change to moans and in seconds I feel her warmth tighten around me. I groan with her as she comes.

Now that she's had her release, Kaede's willing to give up her place on top of me. She lets me slip free and goes back to her original position, laying down beside me. Marumi takes this as her cue to pull the toy from my ass. I shudder as it slides free and smiile.

Marumi takes her toy somewhere to get rid of the condom and give it a quick wash and I realize I should do the same with myself. I excuse myself from the bed and head to the bathroom. It only takes me a couple minutes to tidy up, and when I get back to the bedroom, I see the girls laying together, stroking each others' bodies and talking softly. I can't make out what they're saying, but when Marumi sees me in the doorway she smiles and scoots over, creating a space between the two girls.

I crawl up between them and lay down. They each put a hand on my chest and start playing with my fur like they'd been doing to each other. Kaede turns my face to meet hers and gives me a nice, long kiss. As soon as we separate, Marumi does the same thing. While I'm kissing her, Kaede says something in Japanese. Marumi breaks our kiss and translates.

"She says you felt really good."

I turn to Kaede, "Arigatou."

"I want to feel it, too," Marumi says.

"Can you give it a minute?" I laugh.

She smiles and slides a paw down my chest. I don't think she wants to wait that long. She starts kissing me again when her paw reaches my sheath. My mind briefly goes to Kaede, wondering what she's going to do while I'm making out with her friend. The new hand between my legs and lips closing around my right nipple are all the answer I need.

I'd thought it was going to take me time to get ready for another round, but the pair of foxes manage to get me hard again with record speed. Marumi wastes no time getting another condom on me and taking up a position similar to the one Kaede had used. She's facing me, though, and the view is incredible. She places a hand on my chest to steady herself, and takes hold of me with the other. I moan as I enter her and it only takes a few short strokes before I'm fully inside.

"Mmmmm," she moans. "Kaede was right."

I smile and close my eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling of being in another fox so soon after the first one. I run my hands from her knees to her thighs, over her stomach and up to her...hands? I open my eyes and see that Kaede's beaten me to her breasts, and is holding one in each paw. I let her have them and the girls start to kiss as I move my hands back down her body.

I start to wonder if kissing and touching will be enough to occupy Kaede while Marumi and I enjoy each other. It takes less than a minute to realize it won't. She pulls away from Marumi and moves back up the bed towards my head. I'm not sure what she's got in mind, but as soon as I see her raise one leg I know what she's thinking.

Carefully, she straddles my face settling herself right over my mouth. I can't really be too annoyed at losing my nice view of Marumi, because this one is equally good. I wriggle my hands and arms from under her legs, keeping myself from getting pinned. Now that I'm free to play with more of her body, I do so, all the while licking, teasing and exploring with my mouth.

I can't see what the girls are doing with each other, but based on Kaede's position and the noises I'm hearing, it sounds like a fair amount of kissing and touching. This position had always seemed unreasonable when I'd seen it in magazines or porn, but it's really quite awesome. Two bodies on top of me does render me fairly immobile, so it's mostly up to the girls to get Marumi off. I do my best with Kaede, using my hands on her breasts while never letting up with my mouth.

I get so lost in what I'm doing that I don't realize Marumi's getting close. I'm not ready yet, but it feels good when she tightens around me. Kaede tales a little longer, but not too much. When she comes, my senses get flooded with her. The taste, the smell, how she feels under my tongue - that's what it takes to get me off again. I hear Marumi gasp as I start jetting inside her. Her warmth starts gripping and releasing me, and at first I think she's coming again. When it continues after I've finished, I realize she's milking me for every last drop.

Now that everybody's satisfied, we return to our starting positions, with me back between the two foxes. As I lay there, a girl under each arm, both of them sleepily rubbing my chest and breathing heavily in the afterglow of what we've just done, I can't help but grin. I feel like motherfucking Conan - and I don't mean the talk show host.

We all cool down a bit, and Kaede's the first to get up. She apologizes, saying she has to work early tomorrow. We say good-bye and she gives parting kisses to both Marumi and I.

When it's just the two of us in the apartment we chat for a bit, relaxing in our fur and cooling off with tall glasses of ice water. We sit on the floor in the living room, surrounded by random bits of clothing, rope and some unused items from her toy box. Marumi fishes a cube out of her glass and holds it against the back of my neck. The cold feels good, and I don't mind the water running down my back when the ice starts to melt. I grab a cube from my own glass and do the same to her as we sit there facing each other. We're both putting pressure on each other's necks, and soon end up in a kiss.

Pulling away from me, she stands up slowly. I keep the ice against her all the way, sliding it around her neck to her chest, down over one nipple, over her stomach and finally bring it between her legs. She jumps back slightly from the coldness, but smiles all the same. She takes my hand in hers to get the ice away from her more sensitive spots and urges me to my feet. We drop our ice in the sink on the way back to the bedroom, where we continue getting to know each other. That carries on far into the night, and we do so again after we wake up on Sunday morning.

It's only after we finish in the morning that it dawns on me that I was in a similar situation this same time last Sunday. Has all of this really happened in just one week.

"NO!"

Well, actually - yes!

Whether or not you choose to believe me is entirely up to you, but what you've just read is all true. Maybe some of the specifics of the conversations have been lost to the fog of memory over the years, but what happened between myself the the others involved really did happen.

"So you're just bragging?"

Not really. "Sharing with excessive detail" maybe? This may not be the most sex I've ever had in one week, it's certainly the most partners and the most variety of sex. Am I some sort of slut? If you've read the other piece in this folder you know my thoughts on that word. Maybe I just have an unusually loose moral code? Anything that feels as good as all of this did is meant to be enjoyed. Sex is awesome and to limit the amount or variety you can get is just silly. Who wants to miss out on something that fantastic?

Certainly not me.