Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  "So what?" she said, angry again. "No one else in there 'needed to know how it worked.'" She said the last part of her sentence in a mocking tone, mimicking my voice in a lower, sing-song voice.

  She was right, of course. No one else in the party had made any attempt to grab her or her costume. I felt like a total schmuck.

  So, boys and girls, I want to tell you right now that generally speaking, when you get drunk and do things that you're embarrassed about, you can and will make mistakes. Most of the time those mistakes cannot be fixed. But, you'll try anyway, and you'll give it your best shot. You'll try to get out everything you possibly can in as short a time as possible to explain yourself, hoping against hope that it will make everything better.

  It won't, and you'll look like a total tool in the process, likely making things worse, but you'll try it anyway.

  And that's exactly what I did.

  "Natalie, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I couldn't keep my eyes off you all evening and I've liked you for so long and when I saw you tonight I kept fighting how much I wanted to touch you and then I had too much to drink so when I thought you had come up with a way to move the tail and I couldn't figure out how you did it I just lost all self-control and had to touch you and I'm so so sorry."

  It was at that point in time I took a breath, having completely run out of air, and held it as I waited for her to slap me again. I wouldn't have stopped her if she decided that I needed a good two or three slaps, come to think of it.

  Instead, she just blinked at me, and said, "Wow."

  And there it was. The feeling of being an idiotic tool began to sweep over me in waves.

  "You like me?" she asked.

  This was not what I was expecting her to say. Now it was my turn to blink uncomprehendingly. "Um, yeah," I said, unprepared for her shift in focus. "Wait, you didn't know?"

  She shook her head. "Of course not, Kyle," she said. "You're always going out with other women."

  "I've been going out with other women because I didn't think you were interested," I said. "You seemed to want me in the Friend Zone, so I... I don't know... I just thought that's what you wanted."

  Her face softened, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the end of her tail flinch. She noticed what had captured my attention and suddenly became anxious.

  Whatever 'moment' that was about to begin between us burst like a bubble. "Yeah, well, I've got to go," she said, and made a move to get back to the house to get her car keys.

  "Wait, Natalia," I said, and reached for her arm. "Please don't go."

  She stopped and turned to face me. "It doesn't matter now," she said. She turned her head slightly towards her tail.

  "Why not?" I asked. "I still like you, I still enjoy being with you, and I still want to spend more time with you."

  Her jaw set, as she played this out in her head. "Why, because you have a 'freaky side?'" she mocked. There was something going on with her emotions that I was only beginning to uncover.

  I shook my head. "What? No, I - "

  "Look, Kyle," she said, standing up tall and defiant. "Don't think that just because you caught me off guard and emotional that you need to do me any favors. I don't need your pity."

  This burst of steam seemed to dissipate with that, though, and she seemed to deflate a little.

  "Natalia," I said quietly and slowly. I wanted to get back to the place where we had started to go moments before. "I've liked you since I met you. I love talking with you and want to spend time with you. I thought all of this before I even knew how god-damned sexy you were." I waved my hand up and down to indicate her body.

  She considered this for a moment, and then came closer and placed her hands on my chest. It was at that moment I realized just how tiny she was, the top of her head coming up just below my chin. Her hands were freezing, and I was suddenly reminded that all I had on was a loose fitting pirate blouse. I shivered.

  She must have thought that I was flinching, expecting to be slapped again. She tilted her head up to reach for me, and I leaned in to kiss her. Despite the coldness in her fingers, her mouth was deliciously warm, her lips soft and enveloping. I wrapped my arms around her back, and pulled her close to me and began kissing her in earnest.

  Without warning I felt a strong rope around the small of my back and pull me into her body. Immediately I realized it was her tail as it began to caress my back a little, and I stiffened at the unexpected sensation.

  She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, searching for some sign that this was all a big tease. She obviously wasn't sure if I was being 100% honest with her.

  "Don't fuck with my head, Kyle," she said, but her tone wasn't menacing. It was pleading.

  I tried to smile reassuringly, but I was still getting used to the extra appendage touching my back. I honestly don't know how successful I was at reassuring her. Nevertheless, her body pressed against me was so delicious, and I was finally able to run my own hands over her catsuit and the tight body underneath. I was reacting to her caress, and I'm sure she felt my body responding. Covered only by thin lycra, her nipples poked my chest at the same time.

  I kissed her again, but this time she broke the kiss a little early. "Let's go," she said in a determined voice. "Let's see just how much you like me. Take me to my place."

  She took my hand and pulled me away from her car and towards mine. She got in the passenger seat and I started to drive. I glanced over and I looked at her watching me. Her tail, which she must have been sitting on, was poking out between her legs and resting upon her left thigh.

  I had so many questions, but I had learned that she was a bit more unpredictable than I had thought, even given how much I thought I knew her as friends.

  "You want to ask, don't you?" she asked. I glanced over at her, finding it difficult to stay focused on the driving. Her voice had taken on an odd quality, almost one of a slightly flirtatious character but still being guarded enough to hold off judgment on how trustworthy I was going to turn out to be.

  "Of course," I answered. "I think it's only natural to be curious."

  She considered this for a moment. "Okay," she finally consented. "What would you like to know?"

  Where would I start? I had so many questions going through my head that I couldn't seem to figure out which one should be the first one.

  Sensing my hesitation, she said, "I'll tell you what. I'll tell you a little bit and then you can ask what comes naturally, okay?"

  "Sure," I said. "That seems fair." It did, too. At least this would give me an idea of what kinds of questions were going to be on-limits.

  "Let's start at the beginning," she said. "I was born with a tail, but it wasn't this long at first. As I grew, so did my tail."

  She paused, looking at me expectantly. That was short, but it did give me a starting point. "How much control do you have?" I asked.

  She shrugged. "Well, I don't exactly know what you could consider 'normal,'" she said. She watched her tail lift off her lap and begin moving around, snake-like. She coiled and uncoiled the visible part of her tail, almost as if she were testing it herself. "It has its own properties, and I don't really have anything to compare it to. It's quite flexible, and it can also be pretty strong. Don't expect me to do any party tricks for you, though."

  I looked at her, but I could see by the smirk on her face that while she was serious, she was also starting to feel more like herself around me.

  "How sensitive is it?" I asked.

  "It's about as sensitive as a finger, I suppose, but a little different," she started mulling it over, and I could see that the scientist side was beginning to think about how to test her tail's sensitivity. "I mean, part of the problem is that you never really know how sensitive a part of your body is until something or someone else touches it. Sort of like tickling yourself, you know?"

  I nodded. "Different parts have different sensations," she continued. "The tip can be very sensitive, and there's probably four or five different 'zones' of sensation in the l
ast three or four inches."

  "Wow," I said.

  She was looking at her tail, still encased by her catsuit, but now she was touching it at different places, testing out how sensitive each part was. I don't know why, but it was turning me on.

  Watching her "test" various parts of it, I asked, "How long is it?"

  "I don't know, actually," she confessed, shrugging. "I've never been able to measure it straight out, because my arms can't reach that far. I guess it's probably about two feet long or so."

  "How many people know about it?" I asked.

  "My mother does," she said. and I remembered that she had said that her father had passed away a few years before. "Somewhere, there is a sixth-grade class from Milton Middle School that got an eyeful after gym class."

  I chuckled, but a quick look told me that this wasn't a joke. Buried underneath that flippant statement was a graveyard of painful memories. She was looking down and away from me, so I didn't think she had heard.

  "No one else?" I asked.

  She shook her head. "You've seen the way I dress normally. I wear loose clothing and nobody ever knows. After middle school, I always got an exception to gym class. Doctor's notes, you know."

  I nodded, understanding. "How'd you hide your tail from your boyfriends?"

  She laughed at me. "Are you serious?" she replied. "What boyfriends?"

  I was struck at this. "Wait, you mean you've never..."

  She grinned wickedly. "Well, Kyle," she said with a wicked teasing quality. "I wouldn't say that I've never..."

  With that the tip of her tail bent back towards her crotch and began rubbing the place where I knew her clit would be. In that instant I was rock hard, and nearly wrecked the car.

  She laughed at me, but didn't stop her tail from sliding between her legs. "I wouldn't exactly say I've been lacking anything," she said. Her voice was coy, playful now. She was now truly enjoying herself - and not just the conversation.

  I could see what she meant, though. I had completely underestimated what she could do with her tail. It was dark, but not so dark that I couldn't see that she could rub several inches of her tail in long strokes in between her legs. Once again her nipples were poking through the material, and there was no doubt that she was getting turned on.

  "I think that's probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard or seen," I said.

  Her eyes locked between my legs. "I believe you," she said.

  She flipped her gaze back and forth between my eyes and my lap, before she finally leaned towards me, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "I don't know how to ask this," she said, looking straight down at my lap. But there's something I've always wanted to try. Can I?"

  I swallowed, and nodded.

  Her fingers went to my wast and lifted up the pirate blouse I was wearing to expose the black tights that showed everything about my cock.

  Her hands began to touch it through the cotton, feeling it, exploring it. I was lost in the sensation of her wandering fingers when I took a look at her tail again and - I swear to god - I felt self conscious. This girl had gotten used to what must be the world's greatest wonder-cock. How the hell was I going to compete with that?

  Tugging at the elastic of the waistband, I had no choice but to lift my ass off the seat to help her get them down, revealing my throbbing penis to her view.

  "Outside of porn," she gasped, "yours is the first cock I've ever seen."

  It made sense that she would watch porn, but my mind raced with the visual of her sitting at her desk, watching a computer screen, her tail fucking her pussy furiously to orgasm. This was Natalia for crying out loud!

  With that she dipped her head down and kissed the head, slipping it inside her mouth just to the flare of the ridge. "And tasted," she giggled, as she let it go.

  She looked up at me, and asked, "Are you still okay to drive?"

  "Sure," I lied. I had no idea what she was intending to do, but I didn't want to stop her.

  She didn't believe me. "Pull over," she commanded.

  I pulled to the side of the road, stopped the car, and killed the lights.

  As soon as the car was parked, she climbed on top of me, facing me. My cock was sticking straight up in the air, my costume tights halfway down my thighs. Natalia settled squarely on my thighs and I looked down and saw her tail between both our legs.

  The look on her face was absolutely possessed. She had a slight sheen of perspiration, brought on solely by anticipation. What the hell is she doing?

  Natalia reached between her legs and pulled at her catsuit until a horrendous riiiiip! brought the reality of the situation home for me.

  For the first time in my life I saw an actual tail on a human being. I watched, fascinated (and not a little scared) as her tail began wrapping around my balls and the base of my cock, and then wrapping in circles until just the head could be seen. Like Natalia, it was white, the skin pristine. The skin was smooth, a texture much closer to a newborn's than an adult woman.

  The coil of her tail felt warm around my cock and balls, very different than any handjob or blowjob I've ever received. This was much smoother, much more powerful. I watched as the red bulbous head emerged out of her grip, thoroughly happy with the completely new experience.

  "Oh Kyle," she said, panting. "You have no idea how much I've fantasized about doing this. For years I've wanted to do this."

  She looked me in the eye and said without an ounce of hubris, "You should feel lucky, Kyle. I'm the only person in the world, probably, who could do this to you."

  I couldn't speak. All I could do is watch as the tip and the remainder of her tail, which at this point was only about five or six inches, slid inside her pussy.

  Natalia's back arched as she penetrated herself, and it suddenly felt like my entire body had been caught up in her ecstasy. She quivered on my lap, and I tried to hold on to her while at the same time prevent myself from blacking out from sensory overload.

  She began to fuck herself with the end of her tail, the movement of the tail contracting and squeezing my cock and balls. It felt as if I had six or seven hands wrapped around me at the same time. Natalia was fucking herself slowly, obviously trying not to go crazy which might hurt me. After all, I was the first man she had ever seen, let alone done this with, and she already admitted that she didn't know her own strength.

  As she run herself through, though, her tail became slicker and wetter, which in turn slid down to my cock and balls. What began feeling like six or seven hands began feeling like six or seven mouths.

  "Oh Jesus," I moaned, but it was the last thing I was capable of saying. What she was doing completely eliminated my ability to speak at all. She had total control over my cock, and I fought not to come. She had been manipulating me for less than a minute and I feared what she would think. Coming in under a minute? Not the first sexual impression I was hoping for.

  But oh, this felt so good! The lubrication from her body was now easing the friction between her tail and my cock and balls, and I began to realize I could no longer hold back my climax than hold back a tidal wave.

  "Oh my god," she said in a rush of breath. "I can use you... for leverage... so good. So good!"

  Her body clenched in orgasmic bliss, and of course her tail clenched with it. My body, with no ability to control itself, released my eruption high into the air, the force of her squeezing firing my load farther and higher than I thought possible.

  In that moment, the first splash landed on her upturned neck, just before she collapsed forwards in exhaustion to catch a second blast on her ruby lips. A third, slightly smaller eruption merely coated her tail. From the looks of things, you would have thought that I had been keeping up a reserve for decades.

  She didn't seem to notice the come on her lips as she came down from her own high. She smiled, and her tail twitched, send my body into a rapid convulsion.

  "Oh my," she said, giggling. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

  "That's all right," I said, or rather,
what I would have said had I actually had verbal control. In reality, it came out more like, "Da ah ra."

  She looked down at our union as if seeing it for the first time. She raised her hands to her mouth to stifle a giggle, and found my burst of come. Feeling around her face and neck she began to realize the extent to which I had covered her.

  She began to laugh. "You know," she confessed. "When I fantasized about doing this I never realized how messy it would be."

  We both started laughing as she started to untangle herself from me.

  As I pulled the car back on the highway, we were still trying to catch our breath. "Holy shit," she said, looking at my hastily-reassembled clothing. "That was better than I ever imagined."

  She looked straight at me. "And I have been imagining that for a very long time."

  She paused, and cocked her head in thought. "Kyle," she began slowly. "How... how was it?"

  I was dumbfounded until I realized that she honestly had no basis for comparison. It was, quite possibly, the most incredible experience I'd ever had in my life, and I told her so.

  She smiled cautiously. "You're sure?" she asked. "You're not just saying that?"

  "Oh boy, I'm sure," I said. This time the enthusiasm in my voice was unmistakable, and she visibly relaxed.

  We sat for a little while listening to the hum of the motor, each thinking our own thoughts.

  "Can I ask another question?" I ventured.

  "Go on," she prompted.

  "Are you in control of everything it does, or does it do its own thing?" I asked, not quite sure if I chose the right words.

  She giggled. "You mean, does it have a mind of its own?" The tail waved in the air for show. I smiled at her playfulness.

  "A little of both, I think," she said. "I mean, I definitely have a lot of control, but there are times when it does things in reaction to my body. Sometimes I'll be watching TV and something will happen and I'll see the tip flick or flex out of the corner of my eye. I don't even know it's doing it."

  That must have been what I saw during the party, I thought. I recalled how she would be talking with someone and suddenly it would flinch. At the time I thought she had somehow managed to use a remote control to get it to do that, but upon reflection I started to realize that, in fact, she had seemed unaware that it was happening.