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XXX Rated Story #10
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I heard footsteps behind me, and from the cadence of his steps I
could tell it was Aaden. I was far too wrapped up in the work on my
terminal to turn around, casually dismissing his presence as friendly
and familiar.
That is, until he came up behind me and put his hands on my
shoulder, gently rubbing away the entire day's frustrations. "Oh, that
feels so good, Aaden, but you're distracting me. I'll give you just
half an hour to cut that out."
He chuckled gently and leaned over, kissing me on the back of the
neck. "Love you," he said gently. "How've the kids been?"
I reached up over my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Oh
they're fine. Ember's got them outside right now. Love you too," I
said gently, kissing the furry underside of his muzzle. My hand trailed
down along his body to his legs, not really seeking his crotch, just
taking full measure of his wonderfully hard body. "You're all hot."
"Been working out."
I looked up at the clock and said, "Ohmifa, is it really fourteen
already?"
"Mm-hmm," he said.
"Damn," I cursed. "I've been working for nine hours already and I
feel like I've gotten nothing done."
"What are you working on, anyway? I've never seen you get so
intense."
"You haven't lived with me long enough. I've been doing some
genecoding work, thinking about a few things."
"Such as?" he said with a little sing-song.
"Oh, this'n'that. Structural variations for Centaurs. Skin tone
controls for Humans, Centaurs."
"A new species?" he asked.
I smiled. "Yeah, that too. Been thinking about it. Now that the
Pendorian races are as established as they are, I wonder if going with
more 'classical' anthropomorphs wouldn't be inappropriate."
"So what kind are you working on?"
"Mustelids."
"Very interesting. I still say you're working too hard. Getting
intense is one thing, but I think you're overdoing it." He smiled.
"Besides, I need a little help."
"With what?" I asked.
"I want you to spot me."
"I thought that's what AI's were for."
He shrugged. "I'd rather have you do it." I laughed. "Besides,
it gives me a chance to see you. Haven't been doing much of that,
recently, between your project and the kids."
I nodded. "Okay, it's a deal." As if he really needed someone to
spot for him. Still, safety first.
We wandered out of the office and back towards the residencies,
where Aaden had set up a separate bedroom. P'nyssa and he and I now had
three whole residences to ourselves, with most of the walls knocked out
again. The center room was still the nursery and playroom, with the
farthest room being the "spare" bedroom. We had decided not to call it
"Aaden's room" because I don't ever want to imply that Aaden is separate
from P'nyssa and I. In fact, P'nyssa spent as much time there as Aaden.
The funny times were when two of us spent the night in the spare room.
But we had converted living room of the third residence for a
variety of purposes. My old drafting table and workbench occupied one
corner, the other kept Aaden's weights. There was also a low table
covered with a green cloth. Under the cloth Aaden kept his seedling and
sprouting jars-- the cloth was both to keep in the humidity and to
shield outside eyes from the UV lights.
Aaden threw a hundred fifty kilos or so of weight onto the lower
bar, I didn't bother to really look at how much. I had long ago ceased
to be impressed or confused by how much or how little he used in his
sessions. All I know is that he keeps his body in magnificent shape,
and although it wouldn't really make much of a difference to me either
way, I do love the way he looks.
He lay down and said "Ready?"
"How warmed up are you?" I asked.
"I've been warming up for about twenty minutes, Ken. I just needed
you for this part."
"Oh, okay. I'm ready then." I planted my feet and waited, handing
him the bar slowly. He pressed it to his chest then extended
vertically, breathing hard with every stroke. He began to do
repetitions, lots of them.
I watched as he exercised, enjoying the sight of his muscles
expanding and contracting, his chest rising and falling in pattern with
the repetitions. I started to notice that he was pushing himself hard,
because sweat had broken out on his muzzle and his fur was matting down.
Then I noticed something else-- With every exhalation I felt his breath
blowing up my shorts and over my balls. It tickled.
I leaned up against the higher bar-rest, the one intended for Uncia
and Gerions (who have longer arms), and said "Are you teasing me?"
"What do you mean?" he grunted on a downward stroke.
"You're breathing up my leg," I said, smiling.
He glanced up, taking a good look into my shorts and said "You seem
to be enjoying it." He landed the bar onto the lower rest and lunged
for my shorts, his muzzle licking against the head of my cock briefly.
"Ack!" I yipped, stepping back. "Rabid Mephit!"
"Hey! Bring that back here," he said with mock-indignity.
I stepped back into range. "Lower," he said.
"Would it help if I took my shorts off?"
"It would," he said, smiling. He has a handsome smile.
I complied, taking off my shorts and stepping out of them. Now the
only thing I wore was my T-shirt, a silly shirt I acquired during a
brief stint teaching physics at Rocchodain University. It was a
beautiful airbrush of the Ring, over which were the words "Pendorians
don't understand the gravity of the situation," and the equation for
tension in a string caused by centripetal accelleration.
I bent my knees slowly, lowering my not-quite-erect penis to his
muzzle. He lunged again, and I withdrew. "Uh-uh," I teased.
"Give," he said. "Please?"
I smiled and bent my knees again, feeding him the length of my
cock. He closed his muzzle around it, forming his thin lips into a seal
around it, his tongue pressing against the top of my cock. I held onto
the weight bar, giving me balance. He stroked my cock easily, sending
wonderful shocks up into my brain. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Gods,
Aaden," I whispered, "I love you."
I think he said "I love you too," but it wasn't clear as he said it
around my cock. I also needed to lean over because my erection at full
length doesn't like to bend downward. I wanted to lean over farther, to
get at his cock as well, but I didn't have the reach to undo the string
holding his gi bottoms, and even if I were to reach it I wouldn't have
anyplace to put my hands to hold myself up.
So I was stuck, bent over and barely balanced, able to do nothing
but close my eyes and enjoy the soft friction of his mouth.
He laid his head back against the bench, letting go of my cock. It
whipped up and slapped against my belly. "I'm not that strong," he
said, panting. "I can't hold my head up like that forever."
I laughed and said "So?"
"So why don't you mount me instead?"
I laughed, walking around to the other side of the weights bench,
sitting down between his legs. I undid the string and pulled at his
pants from the knees as raised his hips to help. I threw them aside,
grabbed his legs at the knees and pushed them up. He took over,
planting them firmly against the weight bar, exposing his asshole. I
smiled and bent over, licking his balls softly, trailing my way down to
his hole, getting him slick and ready for me.
I leaned forward and aimed my cock, pushing against him gently,
sliding into him. His asshole closed around my cock, pulling me in. I
leaned over further, pressing my chest against the backs of his legs,
feeling the fur on them against me. He reached up and put his hands on
my cheeks, staring at me. His eyes were wide and he was panting hard.
"I love you," he said in a loud whisper.
"I love you too," I said, bucking against him, sliding into him.
We'd made love hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and it was always
just as special. Feeling his hard buttocks striking against my hips
with every stroke, his body jerk with every thrust. He let go of me and
held onto the bars, keeping himself in place as I approached climax,
wanting to get ever deeper into him.
He was staring at me, entranced, and I returned the stare, looking
into his eyes. I wasn't sitting on the bench anymore; I had raised
myself off and was driving myself into him, using my legs to go ever
deeper. My orgasm was inevitable, and I knew it, so I suddenly stopped
moving.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," I gasped. "I'm..." Slowly I stroked into him.
"Right..." Slower, pulling out.
"There... YEAH!" I screamed as I slammed into him one more time,
coming, shooting into him. I bucked against him hard, once, twice, a
third time, draining myself of strength.
I collapsed against him, lying across his broad chest. A paw,
unsteady and unsure, fell across my back. "You're not tired, are you?"
I asked.
"Well, getting ravished is certainly a good way to end a couple of
dozen reps."
"Oh." I'd almost forgotten that he'd been exercising even before
this. I think orgasms give me amnesia. "You are okay?" I said.
"Fine," he said.
We had lain there for a few minutes, me on top of him, when a voice
interrupted our cuddling. "Daddy, here you are."
I raised my head unsteadily and looked over at the door. "Hiya,
kiddo," I said, crooking a finger in her general direction. She came
running over with all the typically overabundent energy of a
five-year-old. "How's my little Terry?" I said, leaning over to kiss
Aaden's daughter gently on the forehead. "Aaden's daughter"
biologically; she was growing up in my household, and she was my
daughter as well.
"Fine. Daddy Aaden, you promised to help me with my drawing."
Aaden picked his head up, looked down out our precocious little
child and said "In a second, sweetheart. Daddy still has to clean up
from exercise."
"'Kay," she said. As she skipped out I heard Alexi's voice from
the other room say "Grownups. Always hugging." I looked down at Aaden
and smiled. He laughed.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get cleaned up. Besides, aren't you
supposed to cook tonight?"
"Is it my turn?" I asked with a smile.
He nodded as I slid off of him and stood up woozily. "Oh, hell," I
said. "What should I cook? What are you in the mood for?"
"Lasagna."
"Lasagna?" I asked. "Okay, lasagna it is. I thought you were on a
diet."
"Who says?" he said. I laughed. I bent over to grab my shorts and
he shot out a hand to stroke along the cleft of my butt. I sighed.
"You're looking for trouble. Come on, let's go and clean up."
He laughed and said "Yeah."
I stood back up straight and helped him to his feet, hugging him
close. "I love you." We headed down for the bath.
"Love you too."
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