"Sex, Sweat, And Surrender" written by Tailswish
It was a quick pick up. I didn't know a thing about her, other than a rough idea of her measurements. She came back at me so strong after my first line, I knew I'd scored. Standing there at the bar, a condom in my pocket and her long fingers splayed across my stomach, we both took a moment to savor the relief... Tonight at least, two struggling souls in an ocean of lust and doubt had found one another...we could stay afloat.
I took her back to my place, and let her walk up the stairs to the door in front of me. Her ass was out of sight! It wasn't quite a ghetto booty, but it could aspire to be, for sure! The striped gecko tail she sported just begged to be squeezed, right at its fat base, plunging from a hole in her shorts. I let body follow brain, and gave her a soft squeeze around that tail while I leaned past her to unlock the door. Her tail shuddered, spasming like a whip, and I was shocked to see that the crotch of her shorts was darkly moist. She wanted me so bad!
It was hard not to skip like an idiot as I led her inside, flicking on the lights. My living room was just a couch and a television resting on a melon crate, and we spared it hardly a glance, passing through. In the bedroom, she turned off the fan blowing in the corner. Immediately the humid night crowded in, and as I lifted a brow, she leaned in close to me. “I like to sweat,” she whispered, thick glistening tongue appearing and sliding along the curve of her lips. “If you start overheating in that fur coat of yours, just let me know.” She brushed a hand along the pelt covering my chest, the rosettes dappling the gold beneath. “Jaguars are tropical, aren't they? I think you'll be fine.”
With that, she wriggled out of her tanktop, revealing a black satin bra anchored by nothing more than spaghetti straps. A clever twist of her fingers, and the ensemble sprang off to reveal her smooth globular breasts. Already, sweat was rolling in fat beads along the sides of those magnificent melons, and her cleavage glistened enticingly.
Moving in close, I brushed my whiskers along her honeydew-colored cheek, my own fingers twisting the button catch above her tail. Her shorts sagged, and with a lithe little dance she stepped out of them. “Fey,” I rumbled, arm curled around her broad killer hips, “I'm not exaggerating a bit when I say this: you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever brought home.” Truth be told, she was also only my second. I hadn't been out on my own all that long, as the melon-crate furniture indicated.
Fey cooed, cupping my cheek with her palm. I had to bite my lip gently to keep from giggling as the sticky pads on her hand slurped at my furred skin. I felt her hands at my groin, undoing my belt and slacks. Both fell to the floor, keys jingling crisply in my pocket. The curvy gecko stood on tiptoe, and ground her sodden pantie's crotch against the firm bulge in my briefs. “Make me the most gorgeous girl you shared a mindbending orgasm with,” she breathed, before dragging her tongue swiftly along my purrrring throat.
With a bump of my hips, I tipped her willing frame back onto the bed with a fwump and a creak of springs. She twisted and writhed like a serpent, a tangle of smooth limbs, swaying tits, and violet panties. At last those panties came off, and before I reached over to snap off the light, I got a glorious look at her mound. Mammals are never that smooth, ever. Her sex was sweetly symmetrical, the petals a deeper green than the surrounding skin... As I brushed them with wondering fingers, I could only compare them to the soft rubber of a gasket I once installed in some appliance or other back home. Her groin was a slippery mess, the poor gecko sheltering a raging blaze inside! Luckily for both of us, I was more than ready to help douse it. My briefs fluttered down atop her discarded panties, and as I joined her on the bed, Fey slid her long legs up around me. She pulled with her calves, guiding me right to the spot...and speeding my first plunge!
The girth of my stubbily-spined shaft gave her no trouble, her flesh swallowing mine in one long convulsive gulp...syrupy nectar welling up as I sank in. Fey was just a few degrees cooler than room temperature, and the brush of cold on my meat thermometer was far more refreshing than those silly Sierra Mist commercials. I let myself sink down atop her, smothering her sleekness with my 
bulk, burying her fat nipples in my pelt. Fey ground up against me with hips and chest, flinging her arms around my neck!
“RrrRRRrrrr, c'mon, drive it Rick, take us home!” Fey growled, the thick length of her tail writhing beside us across the sheets. Shifting my weight, I strained beneath the weight of her legs, pulling out to the very tip...before driving my dripping sword back into her with a tremendous squelch. She hisssssed, eyes lidding, her pussy bucking around my buried cock. Back again, down, I began to churn her honeypot...the plump impact of my groin with her swollen mound only egging me on to the next thrust.
Fey was snug, but far from tight, her smooth canal undulating with lazy muscular waves along my stiff shaft. Her tongue teased along my face, dragging over my forehead, chin, both cheeks, and my eyelids. As the gecko humped back up to meet my thrusts and squirmed in the grip of feral pleasure, her skin gleamed all over with a sheen of slick sweat. I lapped along her cheek, returning some of the oral attention, bathing my tongue in the salty tang of her sweat.
A few more seconds was all I could stand, and as I felt my cum gushing into her juicy cunt, I never let up for a second. I thrust harder, grinding my groin against her clit, flaring fatly in her pussy's throat as seed surged between us! It wasn't quite enough to finish her off though, my cock starting to soften and ache...my last spurts of cum spent. She knew what had happened, and after a few more desperate grinds against me...sagged and caught her breath. I could hardly bare to watch her gaze slide sideways, fixed on the wall, the lines of annoyance starting to line her smooth skin. I wriggled free of her legs, slipping my shaft from her nearly frothed nethers, and sank down onto the floor at the foot of the bed. I licked my lips, and watched her gaze return to mine...hope rekindled. Our eyes met...
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And I knew I had him. It was tough holding out...Rick knew what he was doing! But I needed him desperate to please. I watched him sink down at the foot of the bed, and smiled approvingly, letting him know he was on the right track. I spread my thick thighs, after briefly pressing them together to enjoy the light adhesion of sweaty skin on skin as I parted them again. Scooting down the bed towards Rick's mouth, I offered up my creamy cunt like an expensive dessert. To his credit, he wasn't a bit tentative! His tongue swarmed up the plump curve of my mound, cleaning our mingled goo up in two blanketing swipes. His tongue was rough but the jaguar was mindful of that, and it worked out beautifully. He squeezed two fingers together, dipping them into my cleft with a whisper of a squelch to fill me back up. Slowly, tenderly he pumped me, and the fact that he was taking his time as well as stoking my blaze upped my pleasure, manifesting as a moan that bubbled up my throat.
Encouraged, his lips fastened over my clit, a thin reedy suction tugging at my pleasure nub. “O, one more,” I murmured, squeezing his fingers, and was rewarded with a third digit slithering into my sex. He worked me over for a couple minutes, feeling my muscles tense in my thighs and belly. I arched my back, shoulders digging into the sheets, and I used the vantage briefly to grind my oozing pussy into his godly mouth! When it looked inevitable that I would cum, he withdrew his fingers, and plunged his long agile tongue into my soaking-wet pussy! I felt like his skull would crack as I pinned him there with my thighs, convulsing, riding his face as my cum flowed! I hosed him down pretty well, and I think he deliberately swallowed much of it, a compliment that made me growl gratefully.
I took him in my arms, our mingled scents a cloud around us, suspended in the humid night air thoroughly. That rough feline tongue stroked across my breasts, their curves still heaving as I caught my breath. "Good kitty..."
A feather-light breeze curled in through the window, cooling my sweat-slicked skin. I urged Rick up to cover me completely, both lover and blanket. His purr-mingled snoring lulled me to sleep while dawn was still only considering climbing the Earth's curve to bother us.
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