“Come over to the bed. Follow my voice.”
Jonathan slowly stepped closer to the bed. “Where is your little puss-puss now?” he asked.
“She’s in my lap. Reach out your hand.”
Jonathan held out his hand blindly in the darkness. His eyes had not adjusted yet.
“Lower it slightly,” said Tabitha. “No, not that much…that’s it. Now, just move it forward until you feel her.”
Jonathan stepped closer still, reaching his eager fingers forward further, further, still nothing, further, aha! Yes. There it was. Jonathan’s fingertips alighted upon soft, warm, silken flesh, with just a small bit of neatly trimmed fur at the top.
“That’s it,” said Tabitha. “You’ve found her.”
“She doesn’t feel so ferocious to me,” Jonathan teased.
“Oh, she may surprise you,” Tabitha retorted. “But I do think she seems to like you already. How marvelous! It seems you have the magic touch.”
“Well, I do happen to be an expert in these matters. Perhaps I should pet her a bit before moving on to more advanced taming techniques.”
“Oh, yes! I do think you’d better.”
Jonathan began lightly massaging his wife’s wet slit. “Has she recently had a bath?” he asked enticingly. “She feels positively soaked.”
“Why, yes,” said Tabitha. “Unfortunately, that always upsets her so.”
“Well, perhaps I can find a way to make her purr again,” said Jonathan. He knelt down at the foot of the bed. “Does she like kisses?”
“Oh, I do believe she will love them coming from you.”
Jonathan leaned forward and began to lick his wife’s snatch softly. He gave her long, slow licks from bottom to top, interspersed with short, fast licks near her tender pearl.
“Oh, my,” gasped Tabitha, breathlessly. “You are quite good at that.”
“Thank you, my dear. I spent many weeks studying the technique at lion taming school.”
“Time well spent, I should say.”
Jonathan thrust his tongue deep into his wife’s snug sheath, exploring her folds with his lips, and sucking gently on her hot, wet flesh. Tabitha giggled, for the tips of Jonathan’s moustache were tickling the insides of her thighs. Her laughter, however, soon turned to sensual moans as his tongue did its work.
“Dear, me,” Tabitha gasped again, breathing heavily now. “Now that things are underway, I fear there is something I must confess to you.”
“What is it, sweet thing?”
“There is no feline here with us at all.”
“You don’t say?” said Jonathan in mock surprise. Was his character really supposed to have been that ignorant, though? “Then what, dear woman, have I been licking so passionately?”
“I’m afraid I’ve tricked you into burying your tongue deep inside my genitals, dear man.”
“Might I confess something as well, lovely girl?”
“What is it?”
“I knew they were your genitals the whole time.”
“Oh, goodness! How ever did you see through my charade?”
“You see, I am an expert on more than one type of pussy.” Jonathan chuckled at his clever play on words. “Besides, my eyes are growing accustomed to the low light, and I can see your carnal glory directly in front of my face.”
“Oh, but of course!” said Tabitha. “I didn’t think my ruse through well enough, I suppose. And now that you know the truth, I imagine you’ll be leaving me.”
“Did you want me to leave?”
“No, no! Of course not!” said Tabitha. “I’ve recently come of age, and I’ve been having such powerful urges. They are driving me mad!”
“What sort of urges are you having?”
“Well, for example, right now, all I can think about is you climbing on top of me and doing filthy, unspeakable things to my quivering, naked body.”
“What, um…” Jonathan swallowed nervously and wet his lips, “what sorts of filthy things do you imagine me doing to you?”
“Oh, all sorts of nasty, dirty things. Why I am such a naughty girl, I would probably spread my tender young thighs wide open for you and let you make sweet, sloppy love to me for hours, never putting up a bit of a struggle, just letting you use every one of my orifices as a willing cum receptacle.”
“Th-that, uh…” stammered Jonathan, his jaw hanging open and his cock throbbing excitedly, “that is rather dirty now that you mention it.”
“But Father will be home soon, and you wouldn’t want to be caught in a compromising position with his daughter. I am nineteen, and technically a woman, but still, he would likely take up arms and try to kill you. Surely, the simple pleasure of pounding my tight, slippery, virgin hole over and over with your huge, beastly cock…shooting your hot load all over my innocent face and perky tits…just drilling me over and over like I’m your obedient, sexual plaything…surely that is not worth the risk.”
“My dear,” said Jonathan, pausing for effect, “I think it just might be.”
“Then, by all means, hurry! Hurry, my sweet! Fuck my lithe, young body hard and fast!”
Tabitha backed up further onto the bed to make room for Jonathan as he climbed on top of her. Peering down between her spread thighs, she saw Jonathan’s enormous, erect member dangling over her pussy. She was fully in the mindset now of the sweet young virgin, staring at the lion tamer’s immense rod, nervously imagining what it was going to feel like when it was shoved inside of her.
“Tell me, love,” said Jonathan, “is that kitty of yours hungry? Does she perhaps want me to stuff some hot meat into her?”
“Oh, I told you, sir…there’s no cat. It was my snatch all along.”
“Yes, yes, I know, dearie. I was being clever.”
“Oh. Oh, I see now…yes! Yes, she is ever so hungry. Please, deliver said meat into her gaping maw.”
“You know, girl, it occurs to me that I never got your name.”
Tabitha sighed. “Is that really important right now? My father shall be home soon, and you haven’t even fucked me once yet.”
“It hardly seems proper to have relations with a girl whose name I don’t even know.”
“Call me your fucking slut, or perhaps your filthy whore, or even your pretty, little cocksucker. I don’t care. JUST FUCKING DRILL ME, NOW!”
Tabitha’s call to action roused a fire in Jonathan’s heart (as well as in his loins) that he hadn’t felt in ages. He wasted no time prying her legs wide open and plunging his rigid prick right into her gloriously warm and cozy crevice.
“Oh, Mr. McTavish!” cried Tabitha, shaking violently due to Jonathan’s powerful thrusts. “I’ve waited so long for this moment. I’ve kept myself pure and virginal, never even touching myself in a sinful way, always dreaming of the day that a strong, handsome man such as yourself would come and claim my body as his own.”
“And claim you I shall!” said Jonathan. He was humping his wife’s twat with a vigor that surprised even him.
“I’ve laid awake many a night,” continued Tabitha, “making myself wet, dreaming of that man coming into my room, using my supple young body for his pleasure, making me a receptacle for his cum, and then leaving me, wandering off into the night, never to be seen again. Leaving me with only the achingly wondrous memory of his skillful cunt-pounding.”
“Dream no longer,” said Jonathan. “I am that man!”
“Are you truly?” Tabitha questioned. “Will you make sweet, filthy love to me over and over?”
“I most certainly will!”
“And not just sweet lovemaking, but truly wild, nasty fucking?”
“With great pleasure, my sweet!”
“Will you pound the ever-living shit out of my tiny, pink hole? Will you coat my limber, young body in gallons of your sloppy cum until my sweet, innocent face is dripping with the liquid remnants of our torrid relations?”
“Yes, and yes, you sultry, young vixen!”
“Tell me what you are going to do to
me! Scream my name!”
“I’M GOING TO COME ALL OVER YOU, YOU FUCKING SLUT! WHEN I’M DONE DRILLING YOUR LITTLE SNATCH, YOU FILTHY WHORE, I’M GOING TO PULL MY DICK OUT OF YOU AND JERK OFF ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING FACE, MY PRETTY, LITTLE COCKSUCKER!”
“Oooo,” moaned Tabitha. She writhed in ecstasy at every word that left Jonathan’s lips. “But you won’t stop there, will you, Mr. McTavish?” she asked.
“Not by a long shot,” said Jonathan, who was really working up a sweat now as he positively hammered his wife’s little body with his hard knob. “I’m going to stay here all night, fucking you again and again.”
“Ahhh…” Tabitha sighed, squeezing her own tits until her knuckles went white. “Where else will you deposit your cum?”
“Next, I’ll stuff my cock down your throat and face-fuck you until you gag on my hot seed!”
“Mmmph…I can’t wait for that. I’ll suck every last drop of cum from your delicious dick and swallow it all!” Tabitha wrapped her legs around Jonathan’s waist, pulling him even deeper into her already-full snatch. Her clit was throbbing, and her thighs began to tremble.
Jonathan responded by finding reserves of energy within himself that he didn’t know he had and proceeded to thrust his rock-hard, throbbing prick harder and faster into Tabitha’s wet and willing body than he ever had before. He felt his orgasm welling up within him.
“Oh sweet fancy Jesus!” shouted Tabitha as she came at last, her pussy erupting in a mind-blowing orgasm. “God, yes! Fuck me! Oh, you are fucking me so good right now! Don’t you dare stop fucking me! Shit yes! HARDER, YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME SENSELESS!”
Tabitha’s clit was twitching and pulsing, sending wonderful waves of physical pleasure echoing throughout her loins. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she simply moaned uncontrollably for several moments, until she began to hyperventilate. She was aware of nothing but the pure, undiluted joy that was happening between her thighs, as well as the feeling of her huge tits bouncing so forcefully—due to her husband’s powerful thrusts—that they were bouncing off of her face.
Jonathan felt his wife’s pelvic muscles clenching around his cock, squeezing it astonishingly tightly. The tingling throbbing in his rod was growing, and he knew a powerful ejaculation wasn’t far behind.
“Oh, please hurry, Mr. McTavish!” said Tabitha, coming to her senses. “Please come for me! Whatever will we do if Father comes home and finds you standing stark naked beside his disheveled, cum-soaked daughter, my womanly juices dripping from your glistening bed fellow? Or worse, what if he catches you in the act of sliding your impressive manhood deep…oooh so deep…inside my tufted treasure?”
“I am coming right this very moment!” shouted Jonathan. His wife’s filthy words had sent him over the edge. He felt his testicles tightening, preparing to unload his seed into his waiting wife.
“Not there!” said Tabitha. “Come on my face! Pour that sweet sugar on me, darling!”
Jonathan pulled his manhood from Tabitha’s tender hole and hurriedly scrambled up the bed until he was straddling her torso. Tabitha batted his hands aside and took hold of his tool herself, furiously wanking Jonathan off. His cock soon erupted in a fountain of ejaculate. Jonathan could do little but watch and groan with pleasure as his wife guided his plentiful jism onto her own face. Spurts of hot semen struck Tabitha’s pursed lips, her chin, her forehead, her eyelashes, her cheeks, her hair, her ears…and Jonathan was still coming!
Taking over for Tabitha, Jonathan finished jerking himself off onto her neck and chest. Great gobs of warm cum clung to her nipples, dripping down the underside of her breasts, and into her cleavage. When Jonathan was finished, Tabitha was completely glazed in his cum from head to tits. Gazing down at her, he saw a huge grin play across her face. Jonathan watched as his wife licked her lips, sucking his salty ejaculate into her mouth.
“Mmm,” she said. “You taste positively delicious, Mr. McTavish.”
“And you look gorgeous, my dear, the coating of cum notwithstanding.”
The two lovers shared a laugh as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. They remained silent for a short time, simply enjoying the moment.
“Speaking of delicious,” said Tabitha, “you are going to find this quite ridiculous, but I just remembered I left some sweet rolls in the pantry.”
“You’re kidding!” said Jonathan.
“I’m not,” said Tabitha, embarrassed. “To think, if I had remembered that in the first place, none of this would have happened.”
“Then I’m quite glad you forgot,” said Jonathan with a smile.
“Still,” said Tabitha, “I hate to see them go to waste. Why don’t you run and get them, and I’ll let you eat them off of my bum.”
“That sounds wonderful, my dear. I’ll get them straight away.”
Jonathan scampered off, naked, out into the hallway, singing an impromptu tune about munching sweet buns off his sweet’s buns. Tabitha watched him go and awaited his return, her love for him growing deeper every moment.
The End
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About the Author
The Honourable Sir Edmund Quimlove is a teller of stories, an imbiber of whiskey, and a lover of women. Though he is often viewed as a rather uncouth individual, he is actually quite the romantic at heart, to which his wife can attest. He was born at an early age upon the high seas, and became a swashbuckler by trade, until a chronic groin injury forced him to settle down to a life of gambling, drinking, and general carousing. That is, until the day he met Nancy, and his world changed forever. Now, he earns his living by selling his sex-laden tales to randy ladies and gents around the world.
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