Priorities … always fucking priorities!
Still, if time were to freeze in some Weird Wednesday kind of way right now and she would forever be locked in the moment she was in now … with an anthropomorphic tongue teasing her ass and fucking her pussy, well, so be it. She’d denied herself these inhibited desires long enough. She’d spent her life being the woman everyone else had expected her to be. Her ex. Cutter. Her family. Even Tiger, to a certain extent. For the moment, she was Lulah Carter, a sexual creature. Just like the vixen servicing her. Tomorrow, she would be Lulah Carter, loving mom and middle-management drone for Shooting Star Express. But, tonight …
Amber spread her wide and tongue-lashed Lu’s pleasure nub with an enthusiasm that caught the woman off-guard. She felt herself go, like an avalanche of snow perched precariously on a mountainside giving way without warning. Bucking her hips like a green-broke mustang, her hands sought out her pleasurer’s head, needing desperately to hold that lovely face right where it was. The first thing she got her hand on was a furry, pointy ear, and she grabbed hold, pulling it to her until the left found the mane of luscious, thick hair, and she buried her fingers in it. As her pussy clenched and throbbed, she yowled and pressed Amber’s face mercilessly into the wet, pulsating mess. The anthro seemed to relish the persistent urging of her lover thoroughly. She happily continued licking and sucking, even as Lu eventually went super-sensitive, begging for mercy and finally, pushing her away with as much force as she had just used to hold her in place.
But once again, there would be no reprieve for the tireless wonder that was the furry dynamo. Lifting Lulah’s left leg, she straddled the right one, sliding her wet, swollen lips down it, leaving a delicious trail of fox juice along the top of Lulah’s thigh. She lay Lulah’s shapely calf against her right shoulder, then leaned her torso back and twisted slightly. She slid her groin in against Lulah’s. Both women’s eyes bulged as wetness contacted wetness, and Amber began to wickedly grind her pussy against her partner’s as she looked down hungrily from above.
Well, this is new! Lulah and Buttercup had never gotten this wild … not that she was complaining. The feel of another pussy’s love juice all over hers, their fluids mixing in a slick, licentious smear of unbridled decadence, was breathtaking. It would be quite challenging to cum in this position, given the lack of direct and constant pressure on her clit … but damn! There was just something about how it felt! God! It felt good!
The vixen was fucking her!
Of course, the vixen had no problem getting off bumping muffs. In a matter of minutes, she experienced a nice little climax. Figures! Lulah fought back the jealousy as she watched the beautiful creature arch its back and thrust its pussy even harder against her own. Hell, she could probably cum if you blew on it hard! She’s a manufactured orgasm machine! And look how sexy she looks doing it! So graceful. No goofy faces. No carrying on or crude profanity. Just closes her eyes and whimpers a little.
But if she thought Amber a selfish lover, she was about to be pleasantly surprised. She felt Amber release her leg and let it fall, but keeping it bent at the knee. She just as quickly rolled to her left, throwing her left thigh over Lulah’s pelvis, while sliding her right into the crook of the woman’s leg, right up against her ass. Her head and body were now pointing in the opposite direction of Lulah’s. Amber wickedly pressed her pussy flush against hers.
Now, that was better! Definitely better! Granny’s Jesus! Lulah fought with everything in her not to scream out as she pushed back against the grinding, hunching, orange and white beauty that now was providing adequate and steady pressure to her clit. She knew if she vented her pleasure the way she wanted, it’d no doubt wake the kids, and this glorious, fantastic night would be over. Tex would probably figure it out PDQ and allow them to maintain their privacy, but Britt would be in there in a heartbeat.
Talk about awkward!
She found herself flailing, grabbing at the sheets, knotting them in her fists as she hunched her lover wildly now. It wasn’t the ideal position, and with both women gyrating wildly, it was hard to keep repetitious pressure in the same spot. But it felt spectacular, and she was never one to shy away from working for a good cream. To her, that was half the fun. The climax would get there soon enough. She liked to enjoy the ride too.
She raised her head up, staring down at the kinky little scene taking place at the junction of their two bodies. Despite previous misgivings, she found herself thoroughly enjoying watching the vixen in action. The way those four breasts bounced was almost hypnotic. That sexy little tummy working like ripples across a pond … and her pussy, that wet, hot pussy! It felt absolutely divine moving against hers, velvety, soft and baby oil slick.
Amber’s heavy-lidded eyes caught hers, and, in the moonlight, their glances locked on each other. Once again, Lulah realized she was looking into the face of a woman. It was hard not to see Amber as a creature, manufactured in a lab for a specific purpose, more animal than human. Yes, she was adept at this. But what did that make her? Was she nothing more than a toy? To be used by whoever had possession of her? Her original owner? Tiger?
Lulah?
She now saw past that, past the fur and the canine nose and the golden eyes. At that very moment, she saw
