I'm so gonna go to Hell for this! He resigned himself to the fact that he was now some sort of deviant sicko as he buried his face in her wetness. He didn’t know exactly what part, fox or human, was on the other end, bobbing up and down on him like a cork down at the ol’ fishing hole, but … damn! Whichever part it was, he was thoroughly loving it. Many women looked at oral as a chore or obligation. And he couldn’t blame them. Many times, it probably was. Especially with self-centered, selfish men. But if this little vulpine sexpot thought it a job … well, she definitely loved her work and took great pride in it.
Well, he had a little surprise for her. Whether in love or war, he’d always believed in giving as good as he got. And damned if he wasn’t getting a very fervent effort. He wasn’t any slouch himself when it came to a little tongue talent. Pleasing a woman was something he actually enjoyed. He wasn’t one of those self-absorbed “I got mine … you don’t get yours” assholes. For him, it was a two-way street of give and take. And when he got busy with his tongue, she found out just exactly what he brought to the table.
“HRRMMM!” His erection in her mouth muffled her surprised squeal. She went rigid, and her eyes bulged out as he sent a wave of pleasure rippling through her. The squeal morphed into a contented moan, and she spread herself wider, allowing him better access. He took advantage of it immediately, working her even more aggressively. She returned the favor, taking him in deeper, slowing exquisitely, letting him savor the feel of her tongue, her lips, the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Every few strokes she would stop and concentrate solely on the head for a few seconds. With the huge, swollen knob as a pivot point, she worked her whole head around, down and over it, working it masterfully, making sure every single millimeter of it got her full attention. Expertly, she used her tongue and lips to tease him. But the highlight of this routine would be her taking the point of one of her fangs and running it ever so lightly up and down the underside, exploiting the most sensitive area of his glans, driving him wild with the unbelievably mind-blowing sensation of it!
Tiger knew he was a lost man. He was sixty-nining a genetic hybrid freak created for God-knew-what … probably some forty-year-old loser with lots of money, lots of comic books, and absolutely no self-esteem. Poor dude! Having to have his own fantasy woman created just to get laid! How sad is that?
And yet, here he was nose-to-ass with something straight out of a family animation film- gone-very-wrong and loving every second of it. What did that make him? Was he a loser too, to be so easily seduced by this unnatural creature? He’d heard Tuttle call her an abomination. A blasphemous sin of man. Hell, less than twenty-four hours ago, having first laid eyes on one of her distant canine cousins, he’d had his own resentments. Not for religious or moral qualms, but for the economic impact it would have. Even so, was he being a hypocrite now? Was it ok to hate one of these “spliced” creatures yesterday and lay with another today?
At this very moment, he really didn’t care. Life always threw such contradictions at you. But, seriously? Come on! Right now, it just wasn’t the damned time to ponder such things. A man could never think objectively with his penis enveloped by something warm, snug and wet. And she was now driving him closer and closer to climax with that magical mouth of hers. Good God, she felt good laying across him, most of her weight upon his torso, the press of her firm breasts squeezing against his stomach as she bobbed happily up and down on him. It only contributed to the feeling slowly building inside him.
At the same time, he obviously was doing her some good as well. He was now exploring her enthusiastically, his mouth and tongue probing, sucking and licking eagerly. The taste and scent of her, as well as the abundance of her wetness added to his excitement. There was something about her smell. Something unusual. It was almost intoxicating. No, that wasn’t quite the word. What was the word he was looking for? Aphrodisiac? Yes, that was it. Was it possible? Was his yearning for her chemically enhanced? Whatever it was, it was definitely working.
Finally, he targeted Ground Zero. Reaching over her ass, he spread her cheeks wider, allowing him the needed access. As he began to suck the little nub, he felt her respond immediately, grinding herself against his mouth. He knew he had her now.
Of course, at the same time, she had him. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He probably needed to stop her if he wanted to expand past the oral action. All inhibitions gone now, he would have no qualms at all about mounting the creature. In fact, it would be a shame not to.
However, he realized he wasn’t the only one close. She was moaning heavier now, her body tensing slightly, as she worked at placing her pleasure button exactly where it needed to be whenever his tongue or mouth got slightly off-target. She was close. He knew he couldn’t stop now. She deserved hers. He made a fateful decision, relaxed and allowed her to open his floodgate as well.
She came just seconds before he did, a low moan as she was suddenly bucking frantically. He pulled her tight to him, holding her in a viselike grip, not allowing her
