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his balls; the
heavy sacs were filled to the brim with seminal fluid. They were
surprisingly pink and hairless. When he wasn’t aroused, they
retreated into his fur, hiding. I licked them, wetting the flesh,
but there was no way I could cram even one into my mouth. They were
far too big.
    “Grrrrrr…”
    His hand was on my back, while he purred, the
sound repetitive and rumbling, as it resonated in the hollow
chamber. He roamed over me, sliding past my buttocks and dipping
into my moist thatch. A long finger began to stroke, slicing
through my drenched pussy and inflaming me yet again. While I
sucked his cock, his finger rubbed, twisting and wiggling
enticingly.
    “Oh, Pooky…”
    He grasped me suddenly. “I want Lena!”
    I found myself before him on my knees, which
wasn’t the most comfortable position considering we were on solid
rock, but I could ignore it for the moment. What he was about to do
to me would be worth the discomfort. He rubbed the tip of himself
against my opening, drenching me with pre-cum. The sensation of
something so large was incredible, and knowing that he would thrust
inside at any moment left me breathless with anticipation.
    “Oh…God…do it. Just do it!”
    “Gggrrroooaarrr…
    He breached me gently, only the rounded tip
sinking. Just as suddenly as he had entered, he withdrew to rub the
length across my aching slit. He brushed my clit repeatedly, and
then he sank again, filling me completely.
    “God! You’re so good at this.”
    “Good…good pussy,” he rasped.
    All twelve inches would never fit, but a
solid nine would have me screaming with orgasm shortly. I moaned,
as he worked me, sliding easily in and out, pleasuring us both. His
raspy breathing resonated, the sound primal, guttural, the
elucidation of animal sex. I withstood each silken plunge, lifting
my hips to take him even deeper, feeling his cock nearly in my
stomach.
    “Ooohhh…”
    I braced myself the best I could; the palms
of my hands were sweaty upon the heated rock, while perspiration
fell from my face. Pooky had to be sweltering under all that fur,
but he continued to work us; the slow build of a shattering climax
had already taken root. My tummy tingled, my pussy buzzing with
pleasure, while he thrust vigorously, rasping, groaning, and
straining for release.
    “Oh! Shit! Pookie!” I hadn’t meant to come so
soon, but I was hardly in control. My muscles compressed around
him, feeling the thickness of his shaft and milking every ounce of
pleasure I could. “Ooohhh…” I shuddered, gasping for breath and
drowning in repletion.
    He pulled from me. “Lena. You suck
Pooky.”
    I turned to find the angry tip of his cock in
my face. I grasped it, feeling sticky wetness. I sucked him
aggressively, while the tangy aroma of our combined juices teased
my senses.
    “Good,” he moaned. “Good.”
    He wasn’t going to last much longer, and, as
I sucked, he withdrew from my grasp, pointing the end at my mouth.
A heavy spritz of semen jetted, catching me in the face. Streams of
fluid dripped from my chin, neck, and breasts.
    “Ggggrrroooaarrr…”
    I closed my eyes, while he continued to wet
me. Eventually, he spent himself, grunting as the last dregs
squirted on my tummy.
    “Good, girl.”
    “I need another bath.”
    He nodded, mirth shining in his eyes. “Sticky
Lena.”
    “Oh, Pooky.”
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    I slept with Pooky that night, snuggled
against his fur, which was nearly too hot in the heated cave. In
the early hours of morning, I thought I detected the sound of a
helicopter, but it might have been a dream. Leslie had gone outside
to check the snow levels, returning with a smile on her face.
    “It’s not too bad. Maybe only six inches.”
She held Wolfie in her arms. He clung to her neck like a chimpanzee
to its mother.
    “I’m heating up some water,” said Zelda. “I
need tea. I bet that English guy would like some.”
    “Let the bastard dehydrate.”
    “Honey, I know you’re