Nana
Disclaimer: This is an erotic work of fiction. If you are under legal age, or such material offends you, do not read further. The characters used in this story are of my own creation. Any names relating to actual people are of coincidence only and are not intended. This story also contains graphic information on EMS calls. The call scenarios used in this story are of a fictitious manner and are NOT actual EMS calls. Any relation to actual calls is of coincidence only and is not intended.
It was late evening when the Station's alarms went off. My partner and I had been watching the latest comedians on television prior to be rudely interrupted. Yet, that was our job as we rushed from our recliners and to the ambulance within the bay. I started the massive vehicle and called en route while my partner activated the truck's lights and sirens.
"Ninety-seven-fifty-one," I said over the receiver, giving our unit number to the dispatcher as we pulled out of the bay, "Show us en route."
It wasn't but seconds later that the dispatcher responded, "Ninety-seven-fifty-one, show you en route to 1614 South Whittaker, one-six-one-four South Whittaker, category thirty-one."
I pulled out onto the road and started for the address given in reference to an unconscious person. My partner, a paramedic by the name of Davis, pulled out two sets of large gloves and set them on the dash for convenience's sake.
"Alrighty!" I spoke to my partner as I rounded the corner to Whittaker road. "First call of the evening! No whammies!" I said comically, secretly hoping that the call was something more severe than not. As an EMT intermediate, I was a bit of a trauma junky, and enjoyed the tougher calls of the job.
My partner smiled and fitted his gloves to his hands as we arrived on scene.
"No whammies! Stop!" He replied with the same humorous jest and exited the ambulance.
I slipped my own gloves over my hands and contacted the dispatcher.
"Ninety-seven-fifty-one."
"Fifty-one." The dispatcher answered.
"We're twenty-three." I replied.
"Received at twenty-three sixteen hours."
I secured my portable radio to my belt and joined my partner already inside the quaint looking home. Almost immediately I realized that this was indeed a legitimately difficult call. Our patient, to whom Davis was attempting to gain airway control on, was an unconscious woman, looking no more than her early twenties. Her outer extremities were cyanotic and mottling of her oddly bare chest had begun.
My stomach cringed but I held my resolve.
"What do you need Dave?" I asked as I knelt at the patient's side.
His frustrated appearance set an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind.
"An airway, a line, and two extra hands!" He replied without looking from the patient's mouth.
I nodded and contacted the dispatcher.
"Ninety-seven-fifty-one." I said with outward calmness.
"Fifty-one?" The dispatcher returned.
"Category nine, need a two-eleven!" I anxiously said as I gave the signal for a cardiac arrest and need for additional help.
"Received," the channel went silent for a moment as tones went out for a second ambulance.
"Fifty-one." The dispatcher returned a few seconds later.
"Go ahead!"
"Forty-three is en route to your location."
"Received!" I replied for the final time before returning my radio to my belt.
Without further delay I began chest compressions, doing my best to ensure a stable rate of approximately one-hundred compressions a minute.
A gratifying sigh brought my attention to Davis who, as I looked to him, had the endotracheal tube secured and was beginning to ventilate the patient.
Minutes went by with just the two of us before the rather relieving sounds of our back-up ambulance's sirens reached our ears. Within moments we were suddenly joined by two other paramedics.
One of them knelt opposite the side of me and took hold of the patient's flaccid arm. I glanced his way and recognized the man as Steven, a paramedic who early in my career had taught me much of my skills. It was odd, but seeing him there brought a great deal of comfort and relief, as well as a bit of courage in what we were doing.
"Martin, I need an IV set up now!" Steven shouted to the man behind me who I could only assume was named Martin as I'd never seen him before.
"Yes sir!" The man replied as I heard the distinctive sound of latches being unclasped and plastic bags being torn asunder. Within moments, the man I assumed to be Martin was at Steven's side with a large bore IV catheter, a tourniquet, and a Saline drip bag.
Steven made little time in locating a suitable vein for the IV and made short work of gaining an intravenous access point. He set the fluid bag at a wide-open rate before rushing out the door, only to return moments later with a cot.
"Let's rock gentlemen!" He stated as he lowered the hydraulic cot to a level more suited to the patient and aided us in lifting her to the device. We lifted the cot and made a hasty exit from the home and into our unit.
"Martin!" He said as he stepped into the back of our ambulance. "I want you to take our truck to the hospital and pick me up there; I'll be riding with them!"
Martin only had time to nod as Steven closed the door.
He glanced my way as he began attaching the cardiac monitor to the patient.
"Henry?" He asked.
"Ya?" I replied.
"You gonna drive us in or are we gonna wait for the coroner?" It was easy to denote the sarcasm in his voice.
I sighed dumbly and exited the box without another word. Closing the driver's side door I keyed up the radio.
"Ninety-seven-fifty-one." I pulled out onto the road and started for the hospital.
"Fifty-one?" The dispatcher inquired.
"Thirty-three and three to Hospital." I said, giving the signal for a critical patient and emergent transport.
"Thirty-three and three at twenty-three thirty-eight hours."
The channel again went silent as we sped for the hospital. Upon our arrival I again contacted dispatch and informed them that we had in fact arrived. We unloaded the patient, of whom I was pleased to find had a pulse as we walked through the sliding doors into the emergency room. From there, the physician at the facility took over care and we were at last clear of the whole ordeal at midnight. Martin had followed us in the other ambulance, and Steven returned to his unit with a few humorous remarks, despite the gravity of what we had just done.
Davis and I drove a quite ride home after that call. Neither of us was depressed, rather, we were absorbing all that we had done on that call, ensuring that neither of us missed something critical to that patient's survival. Thankfully, we both concluded that we had done what we were trained to do, and took solace in the fact that she was alive upon our arrival at the hospital.
Thankfully, the rest of the night went by without another critical patient. While I enjoyed the tougher calls, I liked to take them one at a time, rather than all at once.
When seven a.m. finally arrived, I was more than ready to return home. Davis and I said our goodbyes and we went our separate ways. I started home which was but a few miles from the station; at most a five minute drive even if I was obeying the speed limit, though I rarely did. I liked to drive fast, and I didn't care all too much for what people thought of it.
I pulled up to my driveway and killed my truck, taking my keys from the ignition and spinning them around my finger as I walked up to the door. As always, I didn't need my house key as my housekeeper opened the door just as I set foot on the porch.
My housekeeper flashed a soft smile from behind the glass before I joined her inside. She was a slight little thing, just barely standing to my shoulders with a thin, though agile build which was typical of her species.
I glanced down at the Border collie bitch before making my way past her, giving her ears a light ruffle as I went by. Her dappled features lit into another grin though it died away as I left her in the foyer.
Nana, my housekeeper, had been with me for some time. I crossed paths with her on an emergent call to a local homeless shelter. While she had not been my patient, her original caretaker had. Sadly, her old caretaker was pronounced dead upon arrival. Without a caretaker, the crossed human-canine hybrid would have little place in society and would either be terminated, or be forced into labor, which I was far from comfortable with. I offered to take her and without question the facility allowed me to do so.
Since then, I had employed her services as a skilled cook and rather studious organizer. My home was rarely in a state of disarray, despite me slovenly living style. I'd also lost a considerable amount of weight and gained muscle mass and strength thanks to her meals.
Nana, though sweet as she was, rarely spoke with me, though not for lack on her part. Even after three years of living with her, I was still uncomfortable about having a solid relationship with a creature that resembled a canine, despite that fact that she also merited human-like traits. Often, though a part of me was ashamed to admit it, I came off rather cold to her.
Nana appeared at my side as I rooted through the fridge in search of a decent snack. Sadly, the meats and cheeses I was accustom to in the past had been replaced be fruits and vegetables. I eventually settled on an apple with a bit of caramel dip.
As I ate, Nana observed me cautiously. I had, on several occasions, made it clear that I was a man and that men like meat, not fruit. Though, throughout three years, she rarely bought meat that was suitable for snacking. It irked me, but I knew the diet she secretly placed me on was keeping me in good health.
I sighed between bites and her ears instinctively flattened to her head.
"Nana," I began, stripping a juicy bite from the apple, "When are ya gonna buy some meat for this place? Man's gotta have his meat!"
Her gaze dropped from mine and met the floor.
"I'm sorry, Henry." She started, her angelic voice wavering slightly, "I like fruits and a diet of meat isn't good for you."
I eyed her coolly though she couldn't see it.
"Odd for a naturally carnivorous beast to like fruits so much." I uttered under my breath, though her pained look alerted me to her hearing it.
Again I sighed and placed a hand upon her head.
"I didn't mean that." I stated. "I'm sorry, fruits are fine." Though I grew weary of fruits, I honestly didn't want to hurt her feelings as much as I did.
Nana nuzzled my hand lightly and nodded her forgiveness before I retreated to the bathroom. I started the water to the bath and quickly stripped my clothes from my body, taking a few cautious steps into the warm water before settling down. I took my time in cleaning the night from my body and enjoyed the soothing water against my weary flesh. My muscles seemed to refuse to move after a time and I was content to just lying at the bottom of the tub. Yet, with a few tentative knocks at the door, I came back to life and instinctively covered myself, despite knowing that Nana wouldn't actually enter while I was unclothed.
"Henry?" She said through the door.
"Yes Nana!" I replied a tad bit frustrated.
"I pulled out a clean pair of underpants for you and left them on your bed." I blushed as she continued, "Do you need me to do anything else?"
I sighed and shook the red from my cheeks.
"No Nana, thank you!" My voice carried with it a small bit of embarrassment though I couldn't place why. She had been rooting through my underwear for three years; it shouldn't have been such an issue as it always was.
Her footsteps faded down the hallway and I again relaxed, taking a few more minutes to myself before draining the water and placing a towel about my waist.
I exited the washroom and immediately made a beeline for my bedroom. God forbid Nana ever see me naked, but for some reason it flustered me. While I could never admit it to anyone but myself and, despite my outward coldness, I truly found Nana quite attractive. Her perfectly dappled fur was always groomed to a nice shine that was more than pleasing to touch. Her tail generally sat just to the left side of her hips, creating a look of innocents so sweet is was palpable. Her eyes, a glorious emerald green, seemed luminescent and so full of life. And, of course, her femininity was well proportioned to her figure. Her breasts, though small, suited her nicely nestled beneath a plume of white and black fur. Her hips were shapely and mesmerizing, almost hauntingly so.
My thoughts, straying further from where I would have liked them, pictured a few intimate scenarios between us and, while I didn't usually find that acceptable, it did arouse my interest, so to speak. Tragically, my fantasy blinded me to reality and I didn't notice as my towel fell from my waist. I was practically drooling when Nana walked into the room. She froze instantly and gave a small shriek of surprise before falling silent altogether.
The shrill sound brought my attention to her, and I became concerned. Her cheeks appeared flusher than they ever had before and her breathing was significantly deeper.
"Nana?" I asked taking a step towards her, "What's wrong, are you alright?"
She backed away from me and only grew more flustered as she pointed down to my waist.
"Y-your.." I followed her finger to my waist and immediately went crimson.
With a shout I grabbed for the underwear on my bed and hastily attempted to put them on. Sadly, I was so embarrassed that all I succeeded in doing was jumping about like an idiot. I had one leg through the garment by the time I found myself off balance. With a short lived yell I fell to the ground and found myself surrounded by darkness.
"Eh?" I thought to myself, "What the hell is..." I'd placed a hand in front of me to gauge my surroundings, only to find them encased in something soft and warm. As dumb as I was, it didn't take but a fraction of a second for me to realize where I'd fallen. Slowly, almost robotically, I looked up from Nana's thighs and followed my arm down to my hand which was hidden beneath a plume of dappled fur. Nana appeared shocked and only eyed me in disbelief. Her cheeks changed a color I couldn't name and from my knees I could feel the heat around her face. She suddenly shrieked and slapped my hand away, which I finally remember was still groping her breast, and covered herself.
My senses returned and I quickly dressed myself in my underpants and stood to my feet.
"Nana, I-I..." But words never came after that. I was so embarrassed by what I'd done that I could hardly think.
Nana never looked up at me but instead turned her back to me.
"Henry," She said softly, though with conviction added "You pervert."
She retreated to her own bedroom and closed the door, leaving me dumbfounded in the doorway. I wanted to call to her and tell her it was a misunderstanding; however, given the circumstances I wasn't sure I could prove it. I opted instead to simply lie down and try to forget it happened in the first place.
"Perhaps," I thought out loud, "She'll forget about it and we'll be able to put it behind us." I wasn't convinced, but I did manage to sleep that night.
I awoke in the morning to the unusual smell of meat cooking. I damn near tripped myself rising from bed in a mad dash for the kitchen. True to my sense of smell there was, in fact, bacon and sausage cooking on the stove. I instantly began salivating as their delicious aroma kissed my nose and intoxicated my mind. It had been years since I'd had a breakfast with any meat other than eggs cooked for me in my own home. Nana was typically good about making me eat grapefruit and orange juice in the morning.
Today, however, appeared contrary to the usual. Nana placed another strip of bacon on the skillet which sizzled and cracked as it cooked. My jaw fell open as I shuffled into the kitchen, intent on sampling some of the meat she'd already prepared. As I reached out, Nana slapped my hand away and scolded me.
"Not yet, Henry." She didn't even face me as she set some eggs on the stove. "You'll eat when it's done; until then, take a seat at the table."
I was taken aback slightly. In three years, Nana had never given me an order like that. I was usually the one to give the order and, while I wasn't at all comfortable with following her command, I did sit myself at the table.
The longest fifteen minutes of my life passed by until she'd finished cooking. With two plates full of eggs, bacon, and sausage in hand Nana made her way to the table and laid them before me. She placed an empty plate in front of herself first before handing me my own plate. Again, I was not accustomed to her sudden domineering attitude; however, my hunger was too great for me to argue and I hastily loaded my plate and began eating. Nana took a more civilized approach and proportioned each of her servings before taking small bites of her meal. I'd long finished before she had made it through half of her plate.
I sighed contentedly and leaned back in my chair.
"Nana!" I said happily. "That was delicious, we should do this more often." I was cheery until I saw her cool glare staring daggers at me.
I froze and sank a bit lower in my seat.
She huffed hotly.
"Glad you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Pig." Her voice sounded as cold as her stare. "Since you're such a louse you can clean the dishes this morning!" Without another word she left me at the table.
I was honestly bewildered at that point but didn't dare argue with her. While she was small, I had never seen her so upset and I wasn't willing to see just how far her frustration would go if I provoked her. Gathering the empty plates I sat about cleaning the dishes, a task I hadn't done since Nana moved in with me.
I had just put away the last plate when Nana came storming back into the kitchen. I hadn't noticed she was carrying something until she threw a wadded bundle of cloths at me which I just caught.
"Have a good day at work, Henry." She huffed. Again, I didn't have time to address her before she was gone from me.
I sighed and shuffled into the bathroom to change before heading out. As
I left that morning, Nana slammed the door behind me as if eager to send me on my way.
It was an unusually long drive to work, made even longer by the fact that I wasn't speeding. When at last I arrived and parked outside the station, Davis was already there and had the ambulance in the drive. I walked over to him and placed an arm behind my head, awkwardly scratching my neck.
"Howdy Davis." I greeted him. He turned my way and gave a whole-hearted grin.
"Well hey there sunshine!" He said exuberantly. "Nice of you to join me! What the hell took ya this morning?"
I sighed as I secretly hoped he wouldn't take notice of my tardiness.
"Well," I started, leaning against the box of the ambulance as I continued, "Nana made me a breakfast that actually had meat in it this mornin'."
"Oh?" He jeered.
"Ya." I suddenly took a great interest in the hazard striping on the doors of the truck. "But, we kind of had an awkward night."
Davis eyed me suspiciously and I tossed him an innocent look.
"Nothing happened like that, I just..." I paused as I considered if I should actually tell him the truth, but I'd already laid it out there so bluntly he would have taken it wrong if I hadn't. "Well, last night I was getting ready for bed and something happened." His looked only intensified and I feigned a cough. "Anyway I tripped over myself and fell into her and accidently grabbed her tit and now I think she hates me."
Davis laughed heartily.
"Accidently huh?" He said nudging my side.
I only nodded as I doubted I could defend myself.
He chuckled.
"Whatever ya say, man, whatever ya say." I felt flustered as he walked to the driver's side of the ambulance and closed the door. I could only sigh as I walked to the passenger side to join him.
We made our way into the city and idly chatted, mostly about my predicament. Davis seemed convinced that I'd left out portions of my story that involved Nana and I being intimate with each other. While I eventually admitted I'd left out the part about my underwear fiasco, I defended the fact that nothing of the sort had happened. Davis, however, wouldn't hear of it and I eventually resolved in letting him think as he would.
"Look," Davis began as we came to a stoplight "Ya want my advice on the matter?"
I shook my head, "No, but I think I'll get it either way."
Davis nodded, "Damn right you will! Listen, even though Nana is a hybrid, she still has needs." I sighed as another speech of the needs of everything female came underway. "She's still a woman who needs to be treated like a woman. She needs to be told she's pretty, even when she isn't. She needs to be praised at all times, no matter what. She needs to be right, even when she's wrong. And, above all else, she needs to feel like a woman, especially when ya go down on her!" I slapped my forehead and cringed. "The reason she's so pissed at ya, man, is cause ya didn't give her her's, does that make sense?"
I didn't even acknowledge his existence. Instead I surrendered to the speech and nodded, quietly praying that it would end at that. Thankfully, and none too soon as Davis drew another breath, our tones rang out over the radio, effectively halting any further 'female' talk.
From that point on the day seemed rather hectic. Davis and I would clear from one call to be sent to another; we staged in four different locations all within the same hour and ran at least one call in every beat we were covering. By the end of our shift, I was exhausted.
Davis backed the ambulance into the bay after our long ordeal with the sick and injured and at last we were free from the truck. Our relief was thankfully waiting at the station that night and with a quick report on everything used in the ambulance, Davis and I made a hasty exit.
"That was nuts!" Davis exclaimed as he entered his vehicle. He rolled down the window as to make idol talk.
I nodded, "For sure, man, for sure." I entered my own vehicle and started it. Reaching over I rolled down my window to be courteous to my friend.
Davis smiled widely.
"Well, Henry," He began, "Remember what we talked about!" He sped off without another word between us.
I started on my own way home and, surprising to myself, I actually thought on some of what he'd said. Nana was, in fact, a woman with needs. And while, on several occasions, I hadn't acknowledged those needs, she still deserved to feel special. She was, after all, the only company I truly had.
And for me at that moment I at long last realized how important she was to me. When all my friends had failed me, she had been there to comfort me. No matter how tragic a call was, or how angry I could become, she always gave it her all to cheer me up; and in three years she'd never once left me to be alone.
I sighed as I pulled into the drive of my home and turned off my truck.
"I owe her so much," I thought to myself as I shuffled my way towards the porch, "and I have no idea how to make up for it." Instinctively I drew the keys from my pocket and fumbled about the ring for the right one to unlock the door. However, as I found the key in question, the door opened and Nana stood in the doorway.
She eyed my heatedly and for a moment I was certain she would slam the door closed on me. Yet, to my surprise, she stepped aside and motioned me in. I gave her a soft smile as I entered and shut the door behind me. Nana didn't acknowledge me further as she made her way to her bedroom and shut the door.
I honestly felt hopeless at that point. Nana was still upset with me, and I still couldn't articulate the words to talk it over with her. I resolved myself to solitude and locked myself in my own bedroom for several hours while memories of the past three years with Nana rushed through my mind.
Through all the memories I had, I rarely recalled having a day in which I didn't use Nana to suit my needs. I exploited her natural cleanliness to keep my home tidy. I used her vast knowledge of culinary skills to appease my pallet. I even used her sympathy to comfort my sorrows and strengthen my resolve. For it all, I rarely thanked her, and for it I was ashamed. I treated her like a servant, where I should have treated her like a queen.
I sighed heavily as the truth was a bit hard to take. However, thanks to the truth, I had at least come up with a way to talk with Nana; weather she listened or not would be her prerogative.
I walked to the living room and took my seat on a leather recliner.
Pulling every ounce of courage from my wavering will I called for Nana, "Nana, come here please!" I spoke with some degree of authority, praying that somehow she would overlook her anger and heed my request.
When she didn't come I shook my head at understanding her cause. But my cause at that moment was greater, and I absolutely had to speak with her.
"Nana, it will only take a moment of your time!" I called to her again, yet only gained the same result.
My will was crushed, but for all my sulking I had to at least try once more.
"Please, Nana, I promise it won't take long." Whether she came or not as I called to her then, I was done pleading. My voice had since lost its commanding tone and I asked her then as evenly as I could.
When the sound of a door creaking open and the soft resonance of paws against the carpeted hallway faintly reached my ears, relief swept over me. That feeling only deepened as Nana appeared in the foyer, the earlier look of resentment replaced by the odd sense of cautious curiosity.
I motioned her over so that she stood in front of me. Instinctively I reached out and took her hands in mine, to which she seemed surprised, but didn't back away from.
"Nana," I started before she could retreat, "All I want to do is tell you how sorry I am, for everything." I wanted to be curt in opening my apology as I had much to say.
Nana's gaze softened although she still seemed somewhat taken aback.
I continued, "For everything that you've done for me I never once thanked you sincerely. When everyone else abandoned me, you didn't. When I was broken, you fixed me. When I was mad, you comforted me. When I was hungry, you fed me. And when I needed help, you gave it." I took a deep breath and placed a tentative hand on her cheek. "Thank you, Nana."
Nana's soft features at last lit up with an exuberant smile that seemed almost glowing. Her eyes watered as she brought a hand to my own on her cheek and nuzzled it softly.
"Oh Henry." She said as she brought my hand to her lips and gave it an affectionate lick. "I'd do everything for you, and I am sorry for being so cold. I forgive you, and thank you with all my heart for letting me stay here!"
Nana suddenly embraced me tightly in what may have been the warmest thing I'd ever felt in my life. As I held her, my stony resolve melted away and I aloud a few tears to leak into her soft fur. After all I'd done, a simple apology brought her back to me. She was truly, the greatest thing I had in my world.
"Nana?" I said as I pushed her away slightly.
"Yes, Henry?" She replied.
I focused on her emerald eyes and lost myself in her. Her lips were so close that I could hardly help myself as I closed the distance between us and kissed her tenderly. She drew a sharp breath but returned my affection with even greater fervor. I brought my hands to her cheeks and ran my thumbs down the length of her muzzled, holding her there for as long as I dared. When the moment ended and our lips parted, I again found her eyes which shone brighter than the sun itself.
I smiled happily as I said, "I think I love you."
Her features only glowed brighter as she replied, "I love you too."
Nana leaned in and we again embraced each other. Our lips connected with more energy than before and with boldness in my new found love I parted my lips and invited her tongue to dance with mine. She seemed all too eager as her lips parted and I tasted her. I reveled in the taste of her maw, something of a minty cinnamon flavor. As her tongue worked its way past my own, I delighted in the all new sensation of my mouth being searched. She didn't leave a molar untouched as she worked her way around. At some point she ran across my tonsils and gave them a playful lap before retreating back to her own maw. I too explored her, taking great care as I worked around her obviously sharp canines to explore. I found that the roof of her maw was ridged which I delighted in massaging my tongue across. The sensation tickled me slightly, and it was all I could do not to giggle. As I finished, I took one last chance to suckle on her lips before we parted.
We both breathed deeply and again found each other's eyes. I smiled brightly to her and she did the same. I took her into my arms suddenly and stood to my feet, carrying her with me as I did.
"Let's take this elsewhere." I said as I walked towards my bedroom and kicked the door closed behind me.
Nana didn't say a word, only beamed with sensual delight as I laid her down on my bed. I worked the shirt from my body and threw it aside as I laid over her. I placed a gentle kiss to her neck and enjoyed the feel of her dappled fur against my lips. She sighed deeply and I worked my way lower, kissing her collar bone as I worked my hand down the length of her body and back up again. Her fur felt soft against my finger tips as I teased her. She whispered my name as I worked my kisses lower so that they found themselves between her breasts. The plume of fur that surrounded them gave surprising way to my efforts.
I took a moment to look up at her facial features and was delighted to find her eyes closed and her expression one of pleasure. Emboldened I nuzzled her breast with my cheek and she gasped sharply, moaning my name as she took hold of the sheets beneath her. I couldn't help myself and giggled lightly at her sensitivity before kissing her breast. In a fit of ecstasy she arched her chest and placed a hand behind my head, running her fingers through my hair. I took my free hand that was once teasing her body to her other breast and kneaded it gently. Nana moaned under my soft foreplay and only forced me to her further, pressing my head into her breast as I suckled on her teat.
I took great pride in giving her such pleasure and delighted further as her legs snaked themselves about my back. I pulled away from her breast, still connected to it by a thin trail of saliva as I did. Nana parted her eyes slightly and looked at me inquisitively. I only winked at her as I kissed just above her navel. She sighed and I smiled, taking great time in teasing her soft belly. When at length I was satisfied, I again took myself from her.
I stood and knelt at the edge of the bed; all the while Nana watched my every move. I stole a glance at her femininity before my eyes returned to her own. Nana shone only with sensuality and began to pant, her tongue just peeking from behind its toothy shelter. I blew her a tender kiss before dropping my gaze back to her sex. Like the rest of her, her vulva was dappled, splashed with a multicolor of pink and black. Surrounding her womanhood was a soft tuft of white fur, much like what covered most of her mid-body. A thin, almost transparent fluid trickled out from inside her and moistened her quivering lips. I brought myself down to her nether regions and inhaled the spicy aroma. I found her scent intoxicating, and my already aroused body became encumbered with a rush of desire. Tentatively I took an experimental taste of my new found treasure and found it just as desirable as the smell. With no further hesitation I pressed my tongue against her sex and suckled lightly on her swollen labia.
Nana shrieked in bliss as I orally pleased her. I took great care in finding her most sensitive spots and exploited them at every chance I was given. At the top of her sex, I found the small bulb of her clitoris to which I gave a sensual lick and a light suckle. Nana moaned vociferously as I stimulated her and again took my head in her hand, roughly weaving her fingers through my coarse hair. Feeling ever more confident I worked my tongue just past the lips of her womanhood and took a single long, teasingly slow lick from the base of her sex to the sensitive clitoris at the top. She gasped and thrashed beneath me, no longer whispering but shouting my name.
Satisfied with my work I gave a final kiss to her labia before forcing myself from her. Nana looked utterly disappointed, but none the less sensual as a thin trail of saliva had worked its way from her maw and down her chin. I growled lustfully as I took the thin fluid from her muzzled and suckled it from a finger.
Nana groaned yearningly, "Henry," she began, "No more teasing, please, I beg you. I need you so much now it almost hurts. Come, take me!"
She sounded with almost feral lust and I needed no more persuasion. I hastily forced what little clothing I still had from my body and unceremoniously disposed of it as a heap upon the floor. I again crawled over Nana, ensuring that her legs were parted to either side of my hips. I kissed her passionately as I positioned my penis to her sex. The heat radiating from her femininity encompassed my phallus, and with great restraint I kept myself from her.
I broke the kiss to ask, "Are you sure?"
Her response was a tender lick to my nose and a soft nod of her head.
I smiled and gently pressed into her, parting her lips with my girth until I was met with a mild resistance and again halted. Nana was as innocent as I had always thought.
I suddenly felt her head against my chest and I was embraced by her arms.
"Please Henry," She said, "Please."
I found the resolve in me then to continue, and felt a great sense of honor in being her first. With a stiff thrust, her hymen gave way and her innocence was mine. She gasped painfully and her grip about me tightened. I was well aware that it would hurt her; however, I could help but feel a slight bit guilty for causing her anguish. I also knew, however, that that pain would ebb away as we mated.
Tenderly I pulled from her depths ever so slightly before thrusting forward. Nana moaned a mixture of pain and pleasure and I repeated the act, taking deliberately small thrusts to avoid causing her further discomfort. When I assumed she could handle more, I drew myself further from her warm, moist passage and thrust with greater fervor. Nana sighed contentedly as the pain left her body and she surrendered to the pleasure.
Delighted, I set a steady rhythmic motion of rocking in and out of her womanhood. She gasped and moaned in bliss as she set her own tempo about mine. For every time I entered her she would rock her hips towards mine so that we met together. Time and time I hilted myself inside of her, and time and time she drew me back inside of her. Her sex was warm and tight as one would expect an untouched virgin to be. The slick walls of her vagina suckled roughly on my erect phallus and it was with some effort that I continuously fought away my orgasm. Nana, however, thoroughly fought for hers. With every pass of my penis across her clitoris she grew closer. Her breathing significantly deepened and her moans came in short bursts as she drove me as deep as she dared into her. With a heavy sigh she tilted her head upward and gingerly lapped my neck as she reached her pinnacle and came, the vice like walls of her sex pulsing as a thin jet of womanly fluid coated my penis and thighs. I did all I could to ensure her orgasm lasted as long as possible; however, the thunderstorm that was my own was fast approaching, and there would be little I could do to fight it away. When her muscles finally relaxed enough for me to continue, I lost myself within her. I thrust as quickly and as deeply as I could, totally intent on giving her the best finish I knew how to.
Nana began to pant and groan in pleasure as I struggled to my climax. A powerful, almost sickening feeling began to rise from within my body. Within moments the thunderstorm that was my orgasm was upon me and I forced all I could of myself inside Nana. She breathlessly howled as I was sent over the edge and came deep within her womb, filling her with thick spurts of my seed. My breath left me and I collapsed over her, my body well spent beyond its limits in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. When at length it ended I could again breathe, and the first breath had never felt so good. It was like the breath of a new beginning for me. I had finally found what I actually needed in my life, and her name was Nana. Rolling to her side I held her close and in three years had never slept so well.