Tail Spin: Not so little britches
Story by https://thtiger.sofurry.com/Not so little britches:"I tell you Louie. It was all I could do to keep from laughing my ass off. Near on busted a gut holding it in. There was Little Britches laying back on some shipping blankets, a coffee pot turned upside down over his junk, trying to pretend that there weren't nothing going on, and that he didn't have my Young and in heat magazine stuffed under the nearest flap." "How big was that there coffee pot, Baloo?" Louie, the orangutan bartender, and owner of Louie's landing pad, smirked."What the heck does that matter, Louie?" "Well, I'm thinking if it was that big old cast iron ten cup pot you drag around in the Sea Duck, then you can't rightly be calling Kit 'Little Britches' no more.Baloo the bear let out a rumbling chuckle. "Now you come to mention it, Louie. I guess you got a point. Kit's growing like a weed, darn near as tall as me and I don't figure he's finished yet, and he's packing a pretty darn impressive package these days.""Don't have to tell me. Caught the girls fighting the other day over who's going to be the one to pop the boy's cherry." Louie jabbed a thumb back over his shoulder at a corner table in the mostly vacant bar where his 'working' girls were congregated waiting for the regular evening rush. They were dressed in assorted nothing much. The better to show off their wares. They varied in age and species, but all shared the same cynical attitude as they laughed and chattered with each other."Hell no. No offence to you, Louie, or to the girls. But I got plans. I've been saving up and I plan on treating the kid to a night at Miss Kim's Kitten Klub. Turn him into a man with a real big bang." "Now hold on their Baloo. Miss Kim's is a right fine pussy palace, but her girls are more old alley cats these days than fresh off the farm kittens. If you think my girls are hard edged, those wildcats would chew the boy up and spit him out. Tell you what. I'm expecting a bit of new blood next week. New girl, got in trouble with the local boss, looking to relocate to somewhere remote.""And you don't get much more remote than Louie's place," Baloo interjected with a chuckle. He was referring to how far the small island the bar pretty much filled was from just about anything. It was a mere flyspeck on the most maps in Cape Suzette . Except for the tanker ship that brought in fuel once every few months the vast majority of Louie's customers came by air, it being the only refueling stop for hundreds of miles and the only reason the bar existed in the first place. "Anyway, like I was saying. Word I got is this fine piece has only been in the biz for a few weeks. You ain't going to get anything fresher. Not unless you want to buy some poor used-to -be-virgin from Karnage." Baloo turned his head and spit in the nearest cuspidor. "Karnage," he growled in a menacing way. "Bastard kidnapped Becky a couple of months ago. Forced me to fly a cargo into Thembria to get her back." "Don't know why you're so hot, cuz. What's that make, six, seven times he's held her for ransom. By now I think you'd be used to it.""I know, I know. It just pisses me off. The pirate bastard knows I'll fly through fire for her." "And you got to admit, he always keeps to his end of the bargain." "Yeah, yeah, I get you. Anyway, why are we talking about his shaggy ass. Let's talk about this new piece of ass you got coming in. If she's all you say she might just be the one to break Kit in. We should make a party out of it, do it up right. Kid only gets his first taste of pussy once after all." The two old friends put their heads together and started discussing the details of Kit's cumming party.
Baloo was up to something. Rebecca just knew it. He had that look in his eyes, the one that said he
knew she'd disapprove of whatever it was, as she disproved almost all his half-baked plans and schemes.. She didn't know for sure what it was, but she could make a pretty good guess. There was no mistaking his behavior over the past week. After five years of cohabitating with the slacker she could read him like a book. Make that a pre-school reader. Baloo was not exactly a complicated person, even for a male. Rebecca just knew that he and his cronies were going to go whoring at Louie's. Oh, he might call it something else, but that was what it came down to. And the upshot for her would be a couple of weeks of zero sex (unless she could entice the Don to 'kidnap' her again). Well not this time. She was going to bust Baloo and drag him home by his ping-pong sized balls. But first she had to catch him in the act. That meant getting to Louie's without him, or any of his cronies, knowing about it. And she knew just how to do it.
Sneaking into the Sea Duck was easy. She owned the old sea-plane, and the dock it parked at, after all. The hard part was keeping out of Baloo and Kit's sight. She stared at the crate she'd arranged to be shipped to Louie's. It had looked a lot bigger when she'd come up with this idea she couldn't help thinking as she opened up the lid and looked into the empty box. Well, Rebecca thought as she folded herself into it and pulled the lid closed, at least it was bigger than the crate Karnage stuffed her into when he'd kidnapped her the last time. And it doesn't have any of his added little touches. At the thought of those little features Becky felt a growing heat in her belly and some tell tail moisture between her legs. Karnage had been determined she would not make any inconvenient escapes this time and had turned the simple looking packing container into a long-term Rebecca Cunningham storage device. He hadn't just stuffed her in, he'd tied and clamped her into position. Her head had been secured so her face was pressed against one side of the crate, with her mouth held wide open by an oversized ring gag. A small hatch on the side allowed access to her mouth so she could be fed. On the other side her bottom had been similarly secured. As Karnage had taken great pleasure in explaining, there would be no more of this. "Oh, oh, I must go to the bathroom. And then the sneaking and the hitting and the escaping. No, no, this time she would be staying right where she was put and they would bring the food and bathroom to her. Yes. No?" That would have been degrading enough, but it hadn't taken Karnage and most of his crew, long to realize that the setup also allowed for other possibilities. Something Rebecca found out the first time a thick cock was shoved through the feeding hatch and into her mouth. The familiar taste told her it was Karnage taking advantage of her, just as he had on previous times he'd had her in his power. His long shaft had slid between her lips and down her throat, and if it had not been for the barrier between him and her she would have once again experienced the feel of his balls resting on her chin while she gagged on his cock. Secured as she was, she hadn't been able to really respond in anyway, negatively, or positively, to the feel of Karnage's long slick cock sliding in and out of her mouth and throat. She'd just had to endure it till he spilled a substantial load straight into her belly. And that was just the beginning.Becky was prepared to give the Don the benefit of the doubt. She didn't think he had given his crew permission to use his own private relief station. That didn't stop one after the other of his motley gang from sneaking into whatever room her crate was kept in to take advantage of the possibilities her situation offered.Becky lost count of how many loads of cum she swallowed, and how many cocks pushed into her pussy and ass. All she knew was that when she was eventually freed she'd gained four pounds due to the high protein diet. The memory had Rebecca dripping from arousal, creating a pronounced moist heat between her legs, and salivating as she recalled the taste of all that pirate cum. She could not help imagining what her fate would be if Don Karnage stole the crate she was in from Baloo and discovered her. Baloo would not even know she had been taken. She might end up the pirate crew's cum bucket for weeks, if not months. Not that the idea didn't have a certain perverse appeal to her. She never would have confessed it to Don but she had found the whole experience wickedly erotic. Just as she had the previous times he'd taken her prisoner, at least those times when time allowed for him to play the proper pirate with a nubile prisoner.
It would have been a shock to Baloo, who though Becky was some straight-laced female who didn't know the first thing about kinky sex, and wouldn't indulge even if she did, but Becky was a slut. She loved cock, she loved the feel of a male on top of her, the feel of a dick forcing open her various orifices and sliding deep into her body. She always had. Which was why she'd had Molly so young. She'd gotten herself knocked up while she was still in highschool, and due to her sexual proclivities she had no idea who the father was (she had lied to Baloo, telling him that Molly's dad was a hero in the Great War, but had perished--after all, being a widow held a lot more esteem than being a tramp). She was barely able to narrow it down to a half dozen different males, and then only because they were the only bears she'd fucked during the period in question. The tiger, lion, and gorilla, not to mention the rhino and elephant, were clearly out of the running due to the impossibility of them knocking her up. She'd only been able to orally service the elephant, and hadn't needed to eat for two days afterwards. Luckily, none of her flings from her early days were around, so she had been able to rebrand herself as a pillar of society, a moral role-model.Being pregnant with Molly hadn't changed her love of dick and hard fucking, but it had given her the willpower to abstain and adopt the lifestyle Baloo was familiar with. But lately, the persistent itch between her legs was starting to get stronger and stronger. The few times Don Karnage had ravished her only eased her needs for a short time. The truth was she needed a steady supply of hard loving, and while Baloo was a wonderful bear in many unexpected ways, as a stud he was seriously lacking. He fell into the category of males who felt that as long as they got off it was all good. That might not have been that much of a problem if he'd been hung like a horse. Becky had experienced lots of selfish lovers, and as long as they had the equipment to make her really feel the burn she could get off, but Baloo was undersized in that department, and most times she was barely aware he was inside her before he was finished.
The feel of the Sea Duck taking off and the familiar feel of flight distracted Becky from the aching need between her legs, partly. They were finally on their ways to Louie's, where she would catch Baloo in the act and put a leash on his wandering balls.Becky gritted her teeth in the darkness of the crate while thinking that maybe Baloo might take the time to be a better lover if he wasn't always going out whoring at Louie's. Well, not this time. She'd catch him in the act, drag him home by the ear, and not let him out of their bedroom till he had rocked her world. If not with his dick, then with his tongue. Enough was enough. Her mind filled with thoughts of riding Baloo's face like a bicycle Becky let the roar of the Sea Duck's engines lull her into sleep. Becky had made sure her crate was clearly stenciled LOUIE'S BAR, ? HIGHER FOR HIRE, CAPE SUZETTE. The last thing she wanted was to get locked into the Sea Duck while Baloo spent the night carousing. Thus when several of Louie's workers scrambled into the plane and started unloading, with little concern for silly fragile labels, the sudden movement awoke the sleeping bear woman. She could make out the muffled voices of the dock workers as they unloaded the cargo plane, and traded off colour remarks about how wasted and laid they were going to get at the party tonight, confirming, as if she needed it, that Baloo was up to no good. As angry, and jealous as that made her, there was a not insignificant part of her that wished she was able to join in the activities. She wouldn't of course. For her daughter's sake. Her sweet girl deserved a good mother, not a horny whore who ached for cock constantly.The fact that Molly was now two years older than Becky had been when she got pregnant didn't matter to Rebecca. Her little girl was still her little girl as far as she was concerned. A familiar voice filtered through the wooden side of the crate. "Papa Bear, can you look over this manifest?" Becky instantly recognized Kit Cloudkicker's voice. The rather small orphaned bear that Baloo had taken in years ago was now a tall lanky teen that was showing promise of maturing into the sort of male that gave women hot flashes just by walking down the street. Even now he
wasn't the sort many women would turn their noses up at. The mental image of Kit's tight, hard buns. So different from Baloo's big flabby rear, made Becky instinctively lick her lips. Kit's boyish naivete only made him more desireable to his 'Mama Bear'. She had on more than one occasion found her eyes trailing down his flat, firm belly, to the treasure that swayed enticingly between his broad thighs. Even sheathed and flaccid his package promised the sort of hurt that felt sooooo, very good as it slipped in and out of a girl's cunt or ass. "The paperwork can wait, Little Britches," said Baloo in a sly tone, "I've got some plans for you tonight!"Becky gritted her teeth as she experienced a sudden epiphany. She'd known for years that Baloo tended to take a vicarious pleasure in Kit's more wild ways. Despite her best efforts to sabotage her slacker husband, he was constantly undermining her efforts to turn Kit into a proper gentlebear. He was constantly encouraging the lowest of the low behavior. And now she was sure he was going to take that behavior to the limit. She was suddenly positive that he intended to get poor innocent Kit laid tonight. She balled her hands into fists and silently raged in her crate. It didn't matter that just minutes earlier she had been day-dreaming about popping Kit's cherry herself, she was now determined that no filthy whore was going to get her hooks into Kit.Becky's silent venting came to an end when she suddenly found herself turned topsy turvy. Ignoring the "This End Up" caution on her crate some dock workers had slipped the lip of his hand truck under her nose and Becky found herself being rolled down Louie's less than smooth dock ass up. Five minutes later, feeling a bit like an egg that had been scrambled in the shell, Becky let out a loud oof as her crate was tipped off the dolly and landed with a thump upside down. "Did you hear something?" A voice came from outside, and Becky froze, afraid of moving less she give away her situation. Given the nature of Louie's workers if they discovered her in the crate they might just decide to have a private little gang bang party. She felt herself flushing at the thought, and her breasts firmed up as her nipples swelled to rock hard nubs. God, it had been a month since her last good sex session. The temptation to shout out was nearly overwhelming, but she reminded herself that Kit was counting on her to save him from the wiles of some diseased whore. "I don't hear nothing," a second voice said."I'm sure I heard something." "Likely a wharf rat. You want to stick around and look, that's fine by me. But I got a date with a bottle of hooch and a lonely slut." "Yeah, likely some disease ridden rat. Let's get to the party before those bastards drink all the hooch and take all the pussy.Becky felt a mixture of relief, and disappointment as she heard them exit her location. Which was one reason she didn't wait very long before she popped the lid on her crate and crawled out. Having been turned upside down and constricted into a small ball at one end of the crate, her first attempt of walking didn't work very well and she stumbled and started to fall. She reached out for a handhold and ripped a tarp off a pile of crates as she fell forward into them. Becky experienced a soft landing, of a familiar kind. She pulled aside
the canvas tarp she was laying on and found herself staring straight into the face of a heavily made up female bear, one a few years older than her and from the feel of the body under her, sporting more voluptuous curves. For a moment Becky had the terrifying thought that she'd fallen onto a dead body, but then the woman under her let out a loud belch right into Becky's face, and the normally staid business bear thought she'd pass out from the fumes. The supine women smelled of cheap booze and stale jizz. She levered herself up and pulled the tarp off the passed out bear. True to what she'd felt when she'd fallen onto the slut, the drunk had curves on top of curves. She also had a large empty bottle clutched to her chest that Rebecca almost missed because it almost vanished in her cleavage. Becky couldn't help but compare the giant mounds the drunk was sporting to her more petite figure and she experienced a surge of jealousy. "So this is the sort of slut Baloo ignores me for," she muttered to herself. The whore was also a prime example of the sort of female that would be at the party the loaders had been talking about. If Becky walked in looking like she did now, hair in a tight french twist, neat clean business bear apparel, she'd stand out like a sore thumb. On the other hand, if she looked like a total slut, she'd blend right in. Rebecca was considering how she could modify her appearance so she could pass as a low rent whore, when she spotted a small traveling case next to the drunk. Popping it open, she smirked to herself. "Yeah, this will do the trick."
Baloo slapped Kit on the back and said, "Let's have another round, little britches!"Kit, already feeling the unaccustomed vapors of intoxication, struggled to keep upright on the bar stool. He really wanted to tell Baloo that he'd
much rather slip over to the other side of the bar where all the ladies were. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't aware that those girls, and the ones that had come and gone over the years, were willing to go upstair and do stuff with men, for money, but up till a few months ago it had been an abstract thing, and his only thoughts on the matter was how dumb the hard up men were who wasted their money on female friendship. That was no longer the case. He'd been secretly saving his money, and now had more than enough to pay one of the girls to go upstairs with him, and do it. He felt a prickling on the back of his neck and a heated face at the thought. He hastily tugged down his top, trying to hide the evidence of his arousal. He wished Baloo would slip into the back to play some cards like he usually did when they layed over at Louie's. Then he'd be able to sneak over and try to talk one of the girls into doing it with him. "Papa Bear, I don't think I can handle this like you can. Maybe you'd have more fun if you hung out with some of your other friends?"
"Heh heh," smiles Baloo, patting his ample belly. "You need to get a tire 'round yer gut like me, sonny! And don't you fret yourself. Your old uncle Baloo is perfectly happy to spend some time with you. Besides, in a little bit I've got a real surprise in store for you."Kit heaved a sigh as he watched a couple of the girls head upstairs with a pair of drunken pilots. At this rate he was going to die a virgin. Rebecca Cunningham cautiously entered the back door of Louie's Bar. She felt underdressed, having attired herself in a costume borrowed from the inebriated tramp she had found in the shipping warehouse. It had been years since she'd worn anything this skimpy of her own free will, and even then it had simply been lingere, not like this get up. It was a harem outfit, not unlike one she'd been forced to wear by Don Karnage last year when he tried to sell her to a visiting camel, but far more sheer and skimpy. The transparent balloon pants barely concealed
her lower half. The tiny g-string panties under them were more advertisement than concealer.She was just thankful they had still been in the original packaging.The small vest covering her upper chest barely concealed her breasts, and she had to seriously wonder how the tramp in the warehouse had managed to wear it. On her it would have been hard stressed to even cover her oversized nipples, let alone those massive udders she'd been sporting. At least the veil served to hide much of her face. With her hair down from her customary do, she felt sure that no one would recognize her. All the more so because the gossamer fabric of the harem pants showed off her long, sturdy legs, and also the tight-fitting G-string panties, which rode up the crack of her ass uncomfortably. She considered it very unlikely most eyes would look any higher than her breasts, still as firm as when she was a teen.Becky hoped to slip into the bar and find a vantage point where she could observe Baloo and Kit. Armed with knowledge of Baloo's flagrant debauchery and his attempt to corrupt Kit, she would have ample ammunition to berate him later on. "There you are!" snarled Louie, swinging down from the rafters to land with a thump in front of her. "I didn't think you were gonna make it on time!"Becky stifled a gasp of surprise, and repressed a sudden flash of panic as she told herself that Louie would not have talked to her like that if he had recognized her. This was the first real test of her disguise. Rebecca didn't spend nearly as much time at Louie's as Baloo, but she had been here often
enough that the muscular orangutan knew her well. But Rebecca sensed no recognition in the short, fat ape.Forcing her voice into a high pitch, Becky said, "Sorry. I was delayed."Her act must have worked. Louie revealed no trace of recognition. Possibly because, just as she had supposed, his eyes were focused on her tits and not much else."Hey, you ain't half bad," Louie said with a sly grin. Making use of his very long reach, he looped an arm around and behind the disguised bear and pinched Becky's round ass through the thin material of her pajama-type pants."Ouch!" Becky exclaimed and she was about to let Louie have one in the chops when she remembered she was in the guise of a prostitute. So instead she giggled and gave him a nudge on a shoulder, that nearly knocked him on his ass.Bouncing back from her shove the horny monkey said, "After the party I think I may try you on for size, babe." Giving her tits a good feel Louie leered. Normally I like a bit more meat on my dates, but you look tasty, kitten." Becky felt a sudden surge of lust. It had been so long since a male had looked at her with such unabashed lust. Even Karnage tended to abuse her more out of a sense of living up to his reputation rather than from any overpowering lust for her body. The urge to drag Louie into a side room surfaced, and for a minute she imagined what it would feel like to do it with the long-armed orang. Maybe he'd screw her while hanging from the rafters?With some difficulty, Becky shoved the sudden sex fantasy out of her head and forced another brainless giggle at Louie's actions. She followed the bowlegged ape up a flight of stairs, past numbered doors in a long hallway, until they reached the last room. "You're going to like this place. We done did it up special for tonight," Louie said cheerfully, opening the door with his key.The smallish room was gaudy but clean. Cheap pornographic prints and photographs adorned the walls. The bedspread was an impossible shade of pink. There was a porcelain sink, and a generous supply of prophylactics for various species. Oh my Gawd, thought Becky. This is a whore's room! A moment later she gave herself a mental slap to the forehead. Of course it's a whore's room. He thinks I'm a whore right now. This was no good. She'd be forced to blow her cover if she had to deal with some pilot who hadn't bathed in a week. Even when she'd been a total slut she'd had her standards, and one of them was not doing it with lice ridden fleabags. She hastily blurted out the first excuse she could think of. "I thought I might work the bar, this being my first night here and all," Becky protested meekly. "Hey, you're a pro. You don't need any breaking-in, from what I was told. Besides, I have a special customer for you tonight! You're gonna bust the son of my buddie's cherry! It's his birthday, and we're going to make it the best one he's ever had, or else," Louie's cheerful expression turned more serious for a moment, and if Becky had not been broadsided by his words she would have realized that he was laying down the law. In other words, you will show this kid the time of his life, or you and I'll be having a very different conversation later on.For a moment Becky remained focused on her need to get out of here without blowing her cover, and then Louie's words registered. "Wait? What?" But she was talking to a closed door. Louie had scampered out of the room while she was still reacting in shock. "No way," Rebecca said in a faint voice. "This is about Kit? But, but, he's not old enough." But even as Becky protested to herself, she couldn't help but think of what a fine bear Kit was growing into. He was taller than her now, and if he hadn't fleshed out fully he was still a fine looking boy. She blushed as she recalled just how well grown he was getting. His body might still have more than a little growing to do, but the package between his legs was not just adult in size, it was of the extra large variety. And despite her best efforts to set aside her sluttish nature, there was a fairly large part of her that really wanted to see just how big that thing could get."He's not a kid anymore, Becky," Rebecca told herself. Then, her eyes flew open. "Oh no, he's going to come in here thinking I'm going to fuck him!" She exclaimed in a panicked voice. He was going to think she was a whore, and when he found out it was her, he'd still think it. He'd lose all respect for her, and to make it even worse, he'd likely be humiliated and angry that she'd spoiled his special event. She knew how she'd felt when her mother had tried to interfere in her sex life back in the day. It had caused a split between them that had never healed. The fact that her mother had been right didn't lessen the bitter feelings in the least. She didn't want that to happen between her and Kit. She had to get out of here, now.Becky began to frantically look around for a window or other means of surreptitious exit. There was a window, and she threw it up with the intent of climbing out, only to pull back when she realized how high up she was, and how far away the ground was. She
spun around, looking for a hiding place, but there were none. But she did catch a look of herself in a mirror, and flushed. She looked like a total whore. Even back when she'd been sleeping with anything with a cock she'd never looked like this much of a slut. Kit had never seen her as anything but a proper lady, this would destroy any respect he had for her. But, as she continued to look at herself in the mirror, she started to think about it. It was true, Kit had never seen her looking like this. There had been a few instances when he'd seen her dressed only in a towel, but that had been back when he'd just been just a kid. He had never seen her less than fully dressed in recent times. And her face was covered by the veil. Maybe he wouldn't recognize her? She quickly turned down the lights so that the only illumination came from the window, and the gap around the door to the room. That was better, Rebecca thought. In the dim light she couldn't see herself clearly in the mirror. Kit wouldn't know it was her. Now she just had to think of some excuse as to why they wouldn't be having sex. Let's see. She wasn't really a whore. She'd been kidnapped and sold into sex slavery? No, he'd never believe Baloo would go along with something like that. Even she didn't believe Baloo would be that big a dirt bag. How about, I'm an undercover cop, investigating black market trafficking. Yes, that was better. She was here to investigate a notorious air pirate, who was expected to showing up here tonight. She might even be able to recruit Kit into helping her watch for this mythical bad guy. Yes, she'd go with that. But what about her scent? She'd been using the same perfume for years. Kit had even bought her a bottle of it two holidays ago. Fortunately the nightstand contained a bottle of strong, cheap, perfume. likely to mask the stench of unwashed bodies. She quickly doused herself with the cheap perfume. There, now there was no way that Kit could possibly know it was her."But, Poppa bear," Kit Cloudkicker protested as Baloo shoved him up the stairs. "I'm not feeling very well. Can't we do this some other time?" Kit tossed a look over his shoulders at the lower level, and more specifically, at the area where the working girls were busy entertaining the pilots who
weren't ready to go upstairs with them. Of all the times for Baloo to decide he was old enough to play poker with the grown-ups, he had to pick this night. He struggled to find some words that would get him out of this without hurting the older bear's feelings. It was hard, his mind couldn't seem to focus on anything other than how badly he wanted to do 'it' with a girl. Even if he wasn't totally sure of what that entailed, he was sure he wanted to do it, a lot.Kit had never thought much about sex until a couple of years ago. He'd could never figure out why older guys lost their minds when some females walked by. Then he hit puberty, and the mystery was solved, and how. It seemed the only thing he could think about was sex. He jerked off a half dozen times a day, and his cock still popped up at the most embarrassing times. Especially when he had thoughts about Mrs. Cunningham. Kit felt guilty as hell about the new way he felt about Mrs. Cunningham. She was his poppa bear's long time girlfriend, and the closest thing to a mother he'd ever had. And yet, he'd given into temptation and created a peephole into the shower at the office she often used after a hot day slaving away over her desk. He'd grown obsessed with watching her shower. He planned his whole day around being in the right place at the right time to do it. She might be an old lady bear, but there was no sag to her body, and when she bent over to wash her legs and presented her perfect ass to him he would unload his current supply of ball juice all over the wall in front of him. Now, as Baloo all but dragged him upstairs to play poker with the guys, all he think about was how crazy eager he was at the thought of being balls deep inside a female for the first time in his life. He was also crazy worried that he might do it wrong. Which was one reason he was so focused on doing it with a whore. He was constantly switching from wanting to do it, no matter what to being obsessed with the idea that he might not be able to perform. What if he shot his load the moment he saw a naked woman? What if he couldn't get it up-- she'd tell everyone that he was gay. What if she was hideous? There were representatives of many species working at Louie's, and while most of the older pilots only seemed to care about
them having a hole they could stick their dicks into, Kit couldn't imagine getting it on with an elephant of ostrich. He'd been planning to focus on asking either the single bear whore who worked at Louie's, or one of the two feline hooker's. None of the three could hold a candle to Mrs. Cunningham, but they were hot enough that he'd been popping boners at the idea of being with them for months. Unfortunately, thanks to Baloo's insistence that he was old enough for real grown up fun, it wasn't going to be one of those three, he'd seen two of them go off with pilots just a few minutes before, and the last one was sitting in the lap of a big lion at this very minute, with his hand cupping one of her oversized breasts even as her hand rummaged around in his lap. His spirits sank. This was not going to be the night he got laid afterall. "And here we are. Enjoy yourself kid," Baloo chortled as he gave one last shove and sent Kit stumbling into a dark, and stinky, room. Kit wrinkled his nose as the powerful scent assaulted him, but then he forgot all about the assault on his nostrils as he made out the female figure silhouetted against the faint light coming in through the window. For just a moment his mind seized up with the surety that it was Mrs. Cunningham standing there. He dispelled the notion instantly. There was no way. Not only had they left her back in Cape Suzette, but there was no way in hell she'd be here, dressed in such a revealing outfit. He wouldn't put it past Baloo to prank him, but there was no way Mrs. Cunningham would go for that. But there was no denying that the female he was looking at could have passed as a body double to the milf of his dreams. The image of Mrs. Cunningham nude body was burned into his teenage mind and that fitted perfectly over the girl in front of him. Kit had a sudden flash of insight, a bit late really, but he'd gotten there. There was no poker game, there was just him, and this girl, and he knew as sure as sure could be, that she was here for him.His cock, which had already been half erect,
swelled into full erection and swayed in front of him as he ran his eyes up and down this gift that Poppa bear had presented him with. He was momentarily disappointed that she was wearing a veil that hid her face from him in the dim light, but only for a moment. There was no way the whore would really look like Mrs. Cunningham. It was likely only the poor light in the room that made him think her body was such a good copy. Kit suddenly flushed as he realized he'd been frozen in place, staring at the nearly nude female for what seems like minutes. "Uh, so. This is happening. I guess," he stuttered out.
All of Rebecca Cunningham's hastily contrived lies vanished from her mind like fog burnt away by the sun. She stared gap-jawed at the teenage hotness that was Kit Cloudkicker, and only saved herself from the ultimate disgrace of drooling all over her tits by hastily swallowing the mouthful of spit that threatened to drown her. Her mouth wasn't the only thing drooling. She felt a sudden moist heat between her legs as her long deprived pussy put in it's two cents, stimulated by the site of the oversized shlong waving back and forth in front of Kit's groin like a divining rod seeking out a place to drill for oil. Damn, he was big, and not just for his age. Rebecca had ever only seen cocks that large on people twice Kit's size. A memory from her misspent youth popped into her head, of the time she'd insisted on seeing if she could take a Rhino all the way to the roots. She hadn't been able to, but not from lack of trying. She also hadn't been able to walk, or sit, comfortably for a week afterwards, but it had been so worth it. The feeling of being that stuffed with cock had given her orgams she'd never since equaled. A new supply of drool needed to be swallowed. Kit wasn't quite that big, but what he sported promised to fill her to the full
mark, and then some. Her pussy was in full agreement, she felt the cool night air moving over her now exposed inner flesh as her labia swelled and parted in arousal. What a waste that some dirty whore would be the first to sample such a magnificent cock, Becky thought, the green demon Jealousy taking a firm hold of her emotions. Kit deserved a special first time. With someone who cared for him, who wanted only what was the best for him. Someone like... her?" "Uh, so. This is happening. I guess," Kit stuttered out in an adorable bashful display that melted Rebecca's heart while at the same times her knees threatened to buckle as a near overpowering need twisted her belly and sent an aching pulse through her groin. In that moment she knew that there was no way she was not going to do this. She barely managed enough control not to tackle Kit to the floor and ride him like a derby winner. She opened up her mouth to invite him over, and stopped from fear he'd recognize her voice, no matter how she might disguise it. She settled for giving him a come hither look with her eyes, and in case he missed that, made come to me gestures with her hands as she sank to her knees onto the floor, her mouth already filled with spit at the thought of the taste treat she was about to enjoy.
Kit face burned from the flush that flooded his face and upper body when the whore who looked so much like Mrs. Cunningham gestured for him to come to her, even as she lowered herself her knees onto the carpeted floor. He swallowed convulsively and took a step toward the kneeling woman, his legs threatening to give out under him as he moved in front of her so he was looking down at her turned up face. All he could see was her warm brown eyes that looked up at him with an expression he could not read. Given how intense it was, he could only hope it was not anger or annoyance, and something that promised pleasure rather than pain. When the kneeling lady reached out a hand and cupped his balls, he let out a hiss of surprise, and barely kept himself from jumping backward as she fondled his aching ball sack. The feel of her fondling him was like nothing he had ever felt before. Like all males, he'd done a lot of ball scratching and adjusting on those occasions when he wore pants or shorts, but his own hand had never felt like this. And when she reached out with her other hand and started to stroke his shaft, he was afraid he was going to embarrass himself and spew all over her veil covered face. He gave thanks that he'd jerked off a couple of times already today and thus was not quite as hair trigger as he usually was. Kit had adverted his eyes when the whore had first started to fondle him in an effort to keep control, but now he looked down at the top of her head as she brought her face right up to the tip of his throbbing cock. He was puzzled with she paused in her action and just knelt there. It was only when she lifted her head a bit and tried to hook the bottom of her veil over the tip of his cock that he caught on. He'd heard his friends talk about it, but he had always thought it was bullshit. She wanted to give him a blow job, but the veil was in the way.Eager to experience what his friends had all claimed to be the ultimate sexual experience, he reached down with the intent of pulling the whore's veil out the way. Quick as a wink she released her grip on his shaft and swatted his hand, as she waggled an admonitory finger at him her other hand tightened slightly on his balls, causing a sudden jolt of discomfort. "Okay, okay, I get it. I won't peek," Kit quickly said holding his hands up at shoulder height.
Becky smirked behind her disguise at Kit's rapid surrender. Her heart beat, which had spiked when Kit had tried to move her concealing veil slowed and she turned her attention back to the delicious looking chunk of manhood in front of her face. It had the sort of harness only a teenage boy could manage. Of course, she still had the quandary of how to taste test Kit's big pole without revealing her face, but now that she had already
removed her hand from her shaft she had options. She lifted the veil out from her face, like a tiny curtain, keeping her muzzle hidden from Kit's view as she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the flange of his cock. She let out a moan of pleasure at her first taste of young clean man meat in over a decade. Kit echoed her muffled moan of pleasure as he jerked his hips and shoved another two inches into her mouth. The hot wetness of her mouth was a feeling that Kit had never imagined. It was unearthly, cosmic.Reflexes she had not used for ages kicked in and Becky matched Kit's movements with only a very slight gag reaction as the tip of his cock touched the top of her throat. Her lips were stretched maximally, as were her jaws, to keep her teeth from digging into the flesh of his organ. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she savored this long denied oral treat. It had been so long since she'd been able to really enjoy the feel of a male's cock throbbing in her mouth. She should have been able to get her fill of this from Baloo but she had never dared go down on him. He thought she was a proper lady who would never dream of doing something so sick and perverted. Despite his many, many, faults she really did love Baloo, and desperately wanted to keep his good opinion of her. She was certain that if he ever found out the truth about her past he'd kick her out the door and things would never be the same between them.Becky moaned around Kit's cock as large amounts of pre-cum flowed out of the tip of his dick. She sucked hard to draw out as much of his nectar as he could produce. This was so much better than the forced oral the pirates had inflicted on her. They had just used her mouth as a receptacle for their lust. Shoving their filthy cocks into her and pumping frantically until they came, usually in a few seconds. And Kit tasted freshly-showered, which was a big plus. While there was a certain appeal to being used like that, it did not allow her to savor the sheer oral pleasure of slowly and languidly sucking a virile young male to
orgasm. As if he had been waiting for Becky to have that though, Kit gave out a loud gasp as his cock swelled in her mouth and a moment later he deluged the insides of her oral cavity with his prodigious load. Becky swallowed frantically while Kit's hips jerked and twisted as he pumped his spurting cock in and out of her mouth, causing spit and spunk to spill fee and drip down on her barely covered breasts. Kit let out a soft curse of self disgust and Becky felt him preparing to step back. She tightened her grip on his balls and refused to allow that. She wrapped her tongue around his softening cock and sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, as she set about bringing him up to full mast again while removing every trace of his spunk from his cock. Now that he was soft she could take his entire length into her mouth and press her nose into his belly just above his shaft as she darted out her tongue and licked his sweaty balls. When his load threatened to choke her she tried to pull her head off, but Kit instinctively grabbed her by her ears and thrust his cock into her yaw until his bloated balls were mashed against her chin. Finally the frequency and strength of his ejaculations weakened until she was able to keep up with him, swallowing greedily. As she worked on reviving his flagging member, she fondled his testicles. His balls were so big that she could only hold one in her hand at a time, and she thrilled with the knowledge that he was still a growing boy. She could hardly wait for him to reach his full growth. What a fuck he was going to be then. Especially after she spent a few years teaching him all he needed to know about slamming the meat to a horny bear sow. Becky didn't even notice that at some point the idea that this was a one time only deal had vanished from her mind, to be replaced with
various ideas about how she could make Kit's sausage part of her regular diet. It was a tribute to Becky's skill, and Kit's stamina and youth, that it only took a couple of minutes for the young bear to swell back to full erection. Rebecca pulled back her head slowly until the fat head of Kit's young shaft popped out of her mouth. She gave the dripping tip a last long slow lick before rising to her feet. Not releasing her hold on his shaft she gave a tug as she backed toward the bed. Kit's eyes lit up, and to Becky's surprise he rushed forward, pushing her so she fell backward onto the bed as he in turn fell between her legs. Either by accident, or inherent skill, Kit's stiff shaft found its target and Becky let out a cry of distress and delight as Kit's sizeable manhood plunged deep into her. While far from the biggest cock Becky had ever taken it had been a long time since anything comparable had probed her depths and in his youthful enthusiasm Kit had not given her time to adjust. She didn't give a damn. She flung her legs high up in the air as Kit began to furiously pound her with all his might. The minor discomfort she had initially felt vanished as she adjusted to his size, and she was soon bucking her hips up at him with an equal passion to his efforts. It had been so long since she'd felt this combination of violent sex and affection and she came within seconds of Kit shoving himself into her. Becky wrapped her legs around Kit's waist as her arms went around his neck and she cried out passionately. "Oh, yes, Kit! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill me to the brim with your cock and spunk!" Becky was so lost in passion she missed Kit's sudden jerk, and gasp, but she didn't miss his sudden cessation of movement as he paused, his cock buried to the roots in her. "No! Don't stop!" She cried out. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she begged as she wiggled and thrust
under him. "I need you. Pound me like the whore I am."
Kit was in heaven. The feel of the whore's pussy flexing and pulsing around his cock as he slid into her was like nothing he had ever felt. Even her mouth couldn't compare. Unable to control himself he fucked her as fast as and has hard as he could, wanting to wring every ounce of pleasure out of this one time encounter that he could. As he stared down at the girl he was mounting, his sweat dripping onto her veil and turning it even more transparent than it already was, he could not help but think that from this close her resemblance to Mrs. Cunningham was incredible. He felt a surge of desire as he imagined he was fucking the milf that had been giving him wet dreams for months now, unfortunately that fired him up so much that his balls were all ready to unload, and the last thing he wanted was for this experience to come to an abrupt end. Then, she cried out his name, begging him to fuck her harder and faster. He experienced a sudden shock of recognition. That voice, that tone. She sounded just like Becky when she was ordering Baloo to move his lazy ass. The whore he was fucking didn't just look like her, it was her. Kit shoved all the way into the horny milf, and then held himself there, gritting his teeth as he attempted to gain control, and understand what was going on. Part of him was shocked to find himself fucking his poppa bear's girlfriend, but a far larger part of him could only focus on how good it felt, and how it was like a dream come true.
Mrs. Cunningham, no, Becky, clearly unaware that Kit had figured out the truth, jerked her hips up at him and demanded that he continue plowing her furrow. That vanquished all of Kit's doubts, and he pulled back till the tip of his cock slipped free of Becky's pussy, and then he slammed back down, driving the full length of his shaft into her spasming pussy as the bed underneath her creaked from the strain. She let out a howl of delight and clawed at his back as her heels dug into his ass and spurred him on. Lost in a daze of delight, Kit pounded Becky with all the stamina his teenage body could muster. But despite having dumped a load in Becky's mouth just a few minutes before, the sheer excitement of fucking the bear of so many of his
wet-dreams proved too much and with one last thrust he arched his back and shoved down with all his might as he pumped a huge load of spunk deep into Becky's womb. Kit's ass clenched and his prostrate felt like it was on fire as he unloaded his total load. He shuddered in time with his ejaculations and under him Becky joined him as her body thrashed from multiple orgasms. The moment seemed to last forever, but finally Kit gave a long shuddering gasp as he fell forward and pinned Becky to the bed. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and buried his face in her neck as he panted wildly. He could feel her pussy spasming around his deflating cock, wringing every last drop of cum out of him. He was utterly and totally sated. So much so that he didn't even stop to consider the consequences as he said, "Thank you, Mrs. Cunningham. That was the best birthday present ever," and slipped into an exhausted slumber. Becky lay under Kit, her face burning in shame, but as she felt his cock twisting inside her pussy as it slowly deflated, her shame retreated and she was able to consider his words. Kit didn't think she was a whore. He thought what she'd done was a gift, just for him. What a wonderful boy. And she couldn't help but think that a boy that wonderful deserved presents on more than just his birthday.