The vixen’s body was as comely and shapely as she’d imagined it to be in the dozens of lurid fantasies she’d entertained that day. Of course, it hadn’t been too hard to piece together some idea of what might lie beneath a paper-thin t-shirt and a pair of super-short Daisy Duke cutoffs. Still, seeing it now in its natural glory was well worth the wait.
It was no wonder the creature had seduced Tiger. She was genetically engineered for nothing more than to be fucked! Her body was perfect. Four breasts, just the right size, not too big, just perky enough with nipples slightly oversized, but then again, why wouldn’t they be?Just below them, her pleasing little tummy led like a creamy trail down to the promise of glistening, dewy delight between those gorgeous thighs. Even the slight indention of her navel beckoned for attention.
Lulah would make sure it got it. She would make sure a lot of things got the attention they deserved.
She was off the bed and moving before she fully comprehended what she was doing. Amber met her halfway at the foot of the bed, their mouths colliding, open and desperate, needy and hungry to taste the other. Their bodies were not far behind, their breasts pressing against the others, as arms wrapped and squeezed.
Hands were everywhere, rubbing, palming and squeezing. Lulah’s finally found their way to Amber’s cheeks. She held her face as she kissed the vixen passionately, doing her best to extend her tongue as far back into the girl’s mouth as she physically could. She moaned into Amber’s mouth as she felt one hand on her left ass cheek and the other slide between her legs, a finger slipping easily into the slick, wet furrow that needed much more attention.
She didn’t know if Amber pushed her, if she stumbled backward or if her knees simply buckled, but suddenly, she was flat on her back on the bed. Amber was atop her immediately, their mouths never disengaging.
Lulah knew she had her hands full. The vixen was a spitfire, full of sexual energy fueled by pheromones and the feel of another woman beneath her. Buttercup had been soft and sensual, like kissing a delicate rose. Kissing Amber was like fighting off kudzu in heat. She was everywhere, smothering, entwining, and all-pleasing.
She slid her way down slightly, straddling Lulah’s leg like a saddle, using her weight to pull it sideways, opening her up for better access. Her talented fingers wasted no time in finding Lulah’s sweet spot. With grace and skill, they began working steadily in the ever-increasing wet mess that was now the woman’s crotch. Her first two fingers moved in and out feverishly as her willing victim moaned and began grinding her hips against the vixen’s hands, the combination of juices and movement making sloppy, delicious, smacking noises.
Lulah had her first orgasm the moment the fox girl’s lips enclosed around her right nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes bulged, and despite herself, she let loose with a part growl, part moan. It expelled from her lungs as if someone had punched her in the stomach. Her head came off the bed, eyes screwed shut, the intensity overwhelming her.
She lay panting, breathless and wrung out, but Amber gave no quarter. She moved rapidly down her torso, and before Lulah could stage any kind of weak protest, a wet, probing tongue replaced the slick fingers at her pussy. Steady and determined digits spread her open, allowing Amber full access to everything she desired. And she desired everything. Amber’s mouth moved with manic speed, her tongue fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings over Lulah’s clit before her lips closed on it, sucking it like a red, ripe berry. Suddenly, she was probing deep inside, her tongue seemingly longer than average, moving inside Lu, slathering her velvety walls with passionate slobber. Her fingers moved down even lower, and she pushed the woman’s pelvis upward. Lulah at first gasped in utter shock as she felt that lovely tongue rimming her puckered, brown rose just south of her drenched pink heaven. Her initial reaction was dismay, and her body tensed instinctively, but it was only momentary. It was utterly mind-numbing at how deliciously sensational it felt. She felt her body relax, and she gave in to the disturbingly naughty new indulgence.
Lulah was mush now, like some kind of melted ooze, as the feeling of having her pussy and ass both pleasured made her feel somehow lighter-than-air. Between the whimpers and moans, she called out for the house to play music. She wanted to hear that new group, The Bastard Sons of Skynyrd. They actually played real instruments like those bands hundreds of years ago. Guitars, drums, even piano … not synthesizers, but a real old-timey honky-tonk piano. People seemed to dig this new, old sound. It was refreshing. She’d taken a liking to a soulful little number called “Rocket City Blues.” Every time she heard it, she was reminded of Tiger.
I am a rambling spacer
A cockpit I call home
My lonely woman
I haven’t held her in so long
I miss the muddy brown waters
Of the mighty Tennessee
I miss her blue skies
I miss the grass so green
Three weeks left on this run
But what more can I do?
Somewhere between Earth and Mars
I’ve got those Rocket City Blues!
Oh Lawd Jesus, help me!
I’ve got those Rocket City Blues!
She closed her eyes and allowed the wailing and crying of dueling electric guitar solos and the vixen’s insistent tongue take her away. It was like an out-of-body experience, and she seemed to float above the bed, wafted along on the music and ecstasy. At that moment, with Amber’s talented mouth busy at her crotch, coaxing her toward the ultimate pleasure and doing it to a Southern Rock Revivalist soundtrack, she found herself in a moment of complete and utter contentment. The vixen was indeed seductive. Even now, the furry little sexpot almost made her forget she was a middle-aged mother of two. Like Cutter, Amber’s touch brought
