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Cleo #2 (bstlty)
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' Story: Cleo2 - The First Time
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This story depicts consensual sex between a human and a big cat.
This is fiction. No resemblence between the characters involved
and any person is intended. If you attempt this, and get
turned into hamburger, don't blame me.
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This tory is a sequel to "Cleo1" and "Caesar's Turn". Together,
they form one continuous narrative. I do not have any sequels
to these stories, which were written several years ago for my
private entertainment.
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Frank closed the door and latched it. He was almost speechless
as he hugged me. "My God!" he said. "I don't believe you really did
that! Are you all right?"
I hugged him back and said, "I'm fine, but I feel kind shaky.
Let's go back in the house." I got dressed, then we filed out of the
cat-house and back into Frank's house.
Cleo was still inside, so I collapsed on the couch while Frank
took her out to her pen. I felt really wrung-out and shaky, but I
felt good. I knew I'd done something that few women had ever dared
dream of, and far fewer had ever done. Frank came back in, locked the
door, and sat down beside me. "You sure you're OK?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, "but I'm getting cold. Maybe it's a reaction to
the excitement. Let's get something hot to drink." I got some cold
coffee out of the fridge while he got cups. We warmed it in the
microwave, and went back to the couch and sat down.
He looked at me and said, "That was the wildest thing I ever saw.
I still can't believe you'd dare do something like that."
I grinned at him. "I couldn't let you get away with doing
something I wouldn't do," I said. "You looked like you knew what you
were doing. Was that your first time with Cleo?"
He blushed and I knew I had him. "No," he said. "We've done it
a few dozen times in the last year and a half. But don't tell me
you've never had sex with an animal before. You looked like you knew
what you were doing, too."
He deserved to know my secret also. "That was my first time with
a lion, but I've been screwing my dog, Max, for about three years.
I'd just about given up on men before I met you. There was something
wild and exciting about you, and now I know what it is. But how did
you ever start doing it with Cleo, and what does it feel like?"
He took a drink from his coffee and lay back with his arm around
my shoulders. "The first time I did it was about a year and a half
ago. I've had Cleo for four and a half years, and she'd been more or
less mature for about a year. She was coming into heat every couple
of months, and she would stay that way for two weeks or more. She'd
get super affectionate and she'd constantly demand attention. It
would get so I'd be reluctant to get in the pen with her, cause she'd
try to keep me from leaving. She knew more or less what she wanted
and she knew who she wanted it from. Me. She'd rub against me, turn
around, and present herself. I thought it was pretty funny, but I'd
hug her and rub her face while she'd try to lick me, and I found I was
getting horny thinking about what it would be like."
"The third time she came into heat, I couldn't get the idea of
fucking her out of my head. I'd go out into the pen to play with her,
and she'd crouch before me. I'd put my hand on her back and she'd
tremble and push back toward me. She's such an good-tempered cat I
wasn't very worried she'd do something dangerous. So one evening, I
made up my mind I'd find out just how far we could go. I stripped
down to just a pair of cutoffs and sneakers, went out and fed her
inside the cat-house instead of her pen. I sure didn't want any
spectators watching us. She was so horny she was more interested in
me than in the food.
"After she ate, she came over to me and wanted attention really
bad. I crouched down and hugged her and pretty soon she was turning
around and presenting her butt for the hundredth time, basically
saying 'Fuck Me!' As she did that, I could smell a sort of sour
muskiness that had to be her "in heat" scent. It wasn't unpleasant,
if anything, it made me feel hornier.
I didn't know whether her vagina was large enough for a human
penis, so I decided to explore a little. I squatted down behind her
and put my hands on her back. She lowered her back, raised her rump,
and turned her tail to the side. I could feel her trembling beneath
my hands. I kept one hand on her back and stroked her tail and thighs
with the other. After a couple strokes, she jumped up in excitement,
then turned around and presented herself again. This time, while I
held one hand on her back, I touched her beside her vulva with my
index finger. She jumped a little, but then pushed back against my
finger. I stroked her slit with my finger, then pushed it in a little
way. She growled and jumped up in a rush, but immediately circled
around, rubbed against me, and presented herself for some more. This
time, she was willing to hold still, and I was able to push my finger
into her vagina all the way. She held still for a moment and I could
feel her vaginal muscles contracting in waves around my finger, then
she growled loudly and jumped up while I pulled back in alarm. She
was pretty excited, but she wasn't angry, just unbelievably horny. My
blood was pounding in my ears and I was buzzing with excitement,
myself
"She settled down after a while and presented her butt again.
This time, I used my middle finger, and I was able to finger-fuck her
a half-dozen times before she growled and jumped up. She was tight
around my finger, but not too tight for my penis, I thought. I was
ready, and I figured she was as ready as she'd ever be. I was so
horny by then that my balls were aching, so as soon as she presented
herself again, I pulled my shorts off and squatted right behind her.
I stroked her back, leaned over her and put my hands on the floor
beside her. I could feel her tail pressing against my groin, but her
rump was so wide I couldn't get into position at first. She didn't
move, so I reached back with one hand, grabbed my penis, and felt for
her opening. I was fumbling around back there like the amateur I was,
not really sure where I was poking her, while she was pushing back
against me, rumbling softly and trembling against my thighs. We were
both amateurs at this, I guess
"It probably took only fifteen seconds or so before I found my
target, but it felt like forever. I felt the head of my penis slide
along a soft, warm groove, then catch on a hole in its bottom and
start to slide in. I let go of my penis and pressed forwards a
little as Cleo strained to hold her tail aside and push up and back
against me. I got both hands on the floor in front of her hind legs,
spread my knees as far apart as I could, and pressed deeper. The root
of her tail jumped spasmodically against my groin and her furred rump
trembled against my thighs as I slid two-thirds of my penis into her.
She was hot and tight around my penis, and I could feel waves of
muscle in her vagina tighten around my shaft and then relax.
"As I pressed deeper, I could feel her thighs tense, and she
started to growl. I stopped pressing deeper, pulled halfway out, and
held still. Her vagina clenched around my penis as it moved, then
relaxed when I held still. I was so exited and horny that I was
almost ready to come. I didn't want to yet, so I just held still ,
and she relaxed a bit more and stopped growling. I thrust a little
into her and pulled back again. She didn't tense-up as much this
time, so I thrust deeper, then took a few slow, shallow strokes.
She was so hot and tight, and the sensation was so tremendous, it
felt like my balls were going to explode -- I couldn't hold back any
longer. I thrust into her until my balls were pressed tight against
her rump and I felt the head of my penis bottom-out inside her, pulled
back once more, and thrust again, as deep as I could. That did it.
As I started to come, I felt her vagina clamp tight around my penis.
Then she growled loudly, the growl became a snarling roar, and she
jumped up in a rush and pulled out from under me, leaving me coming in
thin-air. I scrambled back in a rush as she turned around and took a
swipe at me. She swatted me once with her claws partway out, then
collapsed on her back on the floor and started rolling back and forth.
"I got up real quick and backed out of there into the supply
room. She'd nailed me on the shoulder, and I was afraid had a set of
good, deep scratches there. I took a quick swipe with a tissue along
my dribbling penis, then inspected the claw-marks. Checking them with
a mirror, I could see they weren't that bad after all. I cleaned them
out with peroxide, put some antiseptic and band-aids on them,
"Then I turned my attention to my penis. There was some blood on
it, and I realized that, after all, that I'd just deflowered a virgin.
I got cleaned up and dressed, and carefully went back into the room
with her. It turned out she wasn't mad or anything, she was ready to
fuck again! I sure wasn't. That was plenty enough excitement for one
day! 'Maybe tomorrow, Cleo', I softly said to her. I was right.
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