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My Favorite Feline - 4
by Thomas & Katheryn Ente
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Chapter 4 (MF, bi, exh, orgy, bd, rom)
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"Okay, so what happens next?" That’s a question we have
heard over and over. Hi, it’s Kitty again. Thomas is
busy right now so I am writing this. Well, sort of
writing it. I have a new talk and type program, just
for fun. We got it when I was taking classes that
required my writing a lot of papers, and it’s easier
for me to dictate first, and correct anything later.
LOTS of changes since our story began. Where should I
begin? Well, maybe I should start with Valentines Day,
a few years ago…
It was a lovely night at one of our favorite seafood
places. Dinner was spectacular. As usual, I stuffed
myself on lobster, while Thomas had a fillet of salmon.
Both of us were a little jittery, but for reasons
neither of us expected in the other. As dessert and
coffee was served, Thomas reached across he table and
took my hand. If I live to be 100, I will remember what
he said next;
"Beloved, you’ve been a part of my life for so many
years. You came to me as a child, and returned to me as
so much more. I can’t begin to tell you how you have
enriched my life." He paused a moment and looked down
before continuing. "In case you didn’t know it, I am
now at an age where most men in my life do something
crazy or stupid. It’s called a mid-life crisis. Some
men get a new car, some men have an affair. After
thinking long and hard, I can only come to one
conclusion." He reached into his pocket and pulled out
a small black box. "Katheryn, will you do me the honor
of becoming my wife?"
I opened the box and gasped at the size of the diamond
sitting there on a white gold setting. Tears were
leaking down my cheeks as I nodded, because I didn’t
trust my voice. Well, it seems that we were being
watched by just about everyone in the place, because
when he pulled me into his arms to kiss me, the whole
place started clapping and whistling. A few minutes
later, the tab was paid, and we were out the door
headed home. You can imagine what was on the mind of my
fiancé.
Well, as we got into bed, I put a hand on Thomas’ chest
and pushed him down. I had some news of my own for him.
"Daddy, besides us getting married, there are going to
be a few other changes in our lives." He looked at me
with curiosity. "Do you remember New Years, when we…?"
I let the rest of the statement go unfinished. How
could he forget that particular night? A party with
friends that had us both tipsy, and enjoying mind-
blowing sex, later on. He nodded.
I kissed his nose and smiled; "You’ll soon have someone
else in our home calling you ‘daddy’." Well, if I had
dropped a ton of bricks on him, he couldn’t have looked
more surprised. He gathered me into his arms and
laughed and cried at the same time. We both did, in
fact. You can imagine how the rest of the night was
spent. Yeah, it involved the same activities that got
me in a ‘family way’ to begin with.
We were married in May. We invited all of our friends
and had a hell of a party. So many of them told us that
it was about time it happened. (Us getting married, or
having a baby? BOTH!) The only ‘fly in the ointment’
was the fact that some of Thomas’ family, who had
driven down from Jersey, thought I was too young and
had ‘entrapped’ him. He quickly put that idea to rest.
Since I still don’t like the beach, we didn’t do the
traditional Honeymoon destinations like Puerto Rico.
Nope, we went to Niagra Falls. Okay, so THAT’S
stereotypical too, but we had fun.
As we got ready for the baby, Thomas became more and
more protective of me. Almost to the point of
smothering me. I endured it as long as I could, until
one night in bed. It seems that being pregnant
increased my sex drive (already high) and I was
constantly horny. By now Jacqi had managed to get a
transfer with her job to Richmond, which is about a two
hour drive from here, so we saw her every weekend.
Well, as I started to say, one night in bed, I wanted
to get my silly self fucked into oblivion. Daddy was
being a little too gentle for my liking. So (HORMONE
ALERT!) I started screaming at him; "I’m only pregnant!
I’m NOT made of fucking eggshells! Now fuck me like a
real man, goddamnit!"
He was silent a moment, then grabbed me and threw me
down on the bed. Before I knew it, my wrists were
secured to the headboard and my ankles were being held
up in the air by ropes that went back up to the
bedposts on same headboard. I was open and exposed. My
pussy twitched in anticipation, knowing it was now
going to be ravished! (Wow! Great term! "Ravished!" I
guess the writing classes at Tidewater Community
College paid off?) Daddy started by licking me and
biting my clit. It got me twitching and bucking on the
bed. Soon I was begging him to fuck me. He obliged.
Oh God! It felt wonderful to have him inside me,
pounding away for all he was worth, just like before! I
guess he missed it too, because his face was showing
his own delight in things. I think I had about twenty
orgasms that night.
Well, after that. Sex was back to ‘normal’ for us. I
guess he realized that our child would not suffer from
our making love. The only thing I didn’t like was the
fact that I was gaining more weight than I wanted. The
doctor said it was okay, but he kept an eye on me.
Also, being pregnant did something to my eyes. It’s not
uncommon from what we were told. Now I need glasses.
Daddy said that in a year or two, once my eyes
stabilize, I can get that Lasik procedure done, so I
won’t need glasses anymore.
Now mind you, I was still in a constant state of
hornyness. And I admit to being a brat about it. One
night, I was cranky and honestly, Daddy was tired. He
was working on a special project for a local building
firm and he was spending twelve hour days in the field
three or four days a week. (The money for this job was
going to fatten the bank account in a BIG way, not that
we were hard up, financially, but it’s good to have a
nest egg!) I think it’s better if Daddy told that part
of the story for a bit, since I have to check
something…
As Kitty had stated, I was working LONG days. One night
in particular, I got home and honestly, I was
exhausted. My darling came to me with a cold drink and
a smile on her lovely face. Her tummy was now quite
large as she was about seven months along in the
pregnancy.
She indicated to me that she had been waiting for me
all day, and that phone sex with Jacqi only had
increased her frustrations, since masturbation did
little to relieve her energies. Okay, I admit that I
was starting to feel my age. I didn’t think I could do
more than take a shower and drop that evening, and
Kitty was pouting and trying her damndest to make me
feel guilty. I decided that if she wanted to get her
brains fucked out, who was I to deny that?
I have a workshop in the garage. I like to build
furniture for the back deck and for our personal uses,
so to speak. I had recently finished something that I
wanted Kitty to try. I asked her; "Do you trust me?" to
which she smiled and nodded.
Blindfolded, I led her to the table I had finished
earlier that week. It was a custom fit for Kitty. I
laid her, face down with lots of pillows to support her
around the stomach, and adjusted her body. There were
holes cut to allow her breasts (which were also
growing, due to her condition) and two that were about
two inches in diameter where her waist was.
A padded oval was also cut that allowed her face to
rest without obstruction (like a massage table). Ropes
quickly secured Kittys wrists and ankles down the legs
of the table. Her delicious ass was just waiting for me
to slap a few times, and get the color going. Through
the holes at the waist, I slipped a strap that when
tightened, held Kitty down against the table. She was
going nowhere. I could hear her sigh with delight. I
had my darling lift her head a moment so I could place
the ball gag. Then, I left the room.
The sounds of her thrashing and moaning in frustration
as I went down the hall to shower made me smile. "That
will remind her who is boss," I said to myself. Now I
am NOT heartless. Later, I returned to my sobbing wife,
and asked her if she was ready to be fucked. She nodded
and grunted a ‘yes".
Well, I was still tired, but couldn’t deny her. Several
months earlier, we had purchased an item that was
supposed to be a gift for a couple we knew a one of the
"clubs" we sometimes visited. They broke up, and we
never returned the gift. For lack of a better term, I
call it a "fucking machine". It’s a small drive shaft
on a motor that rotates and thrusts, with an assortment
of attachments or "heads". I got it out, and placed it
on a second table behind Kitty.
The thing has it’s own set of straps to hold it down,
and soon I had the tip of a nice thick attachment
poised and ready to enter Kitty’s glistening pussy. I
set the speed on low, squirted a little extra
Astroglide on her for good measure, and with a kiss on
her cheeks (ass and face) I told her I would return
later.
Thirty minutes later, she was a wreck. Kitty was
squirming and moaning like an animal as the machine
pumped away at her. I asked her if she wanted more. She
nodded "yes", and I turned up the speed a bit. Kitty
arched her back, and by now the blindfold had slipped
off. In her eyes was a look of total lust and insane
desire. Those eyes begged me to release her and take
her. Not yet.
I left the room again, and made myself a sandwich. Upon
returning, I could see that Kitty was starting to get
tender and sore. "Done?" I asked. She nodded yes, again
her eyes imploring me to release her. I stood and
turned off the monster that had been inside her. But
before she could relax, I had repositioned it so it was
slightly higher.
While Astroglide is a great lube, I decided that good
old petroleum jelly would be better here. I worked a
glob of it inside Kitty, smiling as her sphincter
tightened around my fingers. (Yes, FINGERS. Three. It
took a bit of doing, but Kitty’s ass is now mine for
the taking, whenever I wish, and she offers no
resistance. The same holds true for Jacqi.) Again, the
head of the mechanical dildo slipped into Kitty, but
this time I didn’t have it go in as far as it had been
set, when in her pussy.
After ten minutes of this, Kitty was delirious. She had
probably had more orgasms than she could have counted,
since her mind was somewhere off in the clouds. I
removed the device from her, and with a cool washcloth,
cleaned her up. The touch of the cloth made her twitch
and moan, both in agony and delight. I slipped the gag
from her mouth so she could speak.
"Done?" I asked.
"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered. "But baby needs her
special treat."
It was something she often told me when we did our role
playing. I nodded and sat down on a rolling chair and
scooted under the table. I opened my pants and allowed
my very erect self to pop out and graze against Kitty’s
lips. But that was all I did. Try as she might, she
couldn’t reach me. Her mouth would open, but only her
tongue could get to me, and lick the tip of my head. I
teased her by wriggling myself back and forth, just out
of her reach.
"Daddy! Please!" she cried.
I stood, and released her from the table, taking my
time as I undid the ropes. Well, Kitty fell to her
knees on the floor and crawled over to the chair where
I had sat back down. Like the good little girl she was,
she took care of me, swallowing every drop of me when I
came in her mouth. After that, she crawled back to our
room to sleep. Her legs (and other parts of her) were
too sore for her to stand and walk.
The following morning, I went to work late, since I had
to make sure my beloved had recovered well enough from
her mechanical use the previous night to now enjoy sex
in a more conventional manner. Aka: Her on top of me,
bouncing up and down while I massaged her breasts and
nipples. We were both smiling as I left for the office.
Okay, I’m back (Kitty). Yeah, that was a really wild
experience. Both Jacqi and I have been strapped down
several times since then. But I will always recall that
first time as a favorite. I guess Daddy had to let me
know he was still in charge. He does that every once in
a while. I get a little "too big for my britches" and
then I get a well deserved attitude adjustment.
Anyway, life continued for us in a state of bliss. Then
one morning, I woke up in pain. Labor. It hurt like
hell, and not a "good" hurt either. But after Daddy
rushing me to the hospital, I gave birth to a beautiful
baby girl, right on Labor Day. (BAD PUN!) For reasons
that should be obvious, we will not tell her name or
share any pictures. Daddy is SO possessive and worried
that he always thinks that some nut-case will try to
kidnap her. And honestly, I get worried too. There are
lots of crazy folks out there.
Okay, I did my "edit" with the talk and type program.
It still has some "bugs" to work out, especially since
the voice recognition program isn’t too good with
accents. Yeah, I am a Southern Girl, after all, and
there are times I surprise myself when I hear my voice
played back on tape. Right now, baby in now enjoying a
bath. Daddy is washing her and playing with her duckies
and making soap sculptures with the Mr. Bubble.
I can hear them splashing now, giggling and singing
silly songs. I guess this ISN’T the sort of ending you
expected to this crazy sex-filled story, huh? Well, we
just wanted you to know that while a lot of what you
read here at this website may be fiction, there is some
real stuff too, where people can be happy and have
loving relationships. Oops, gotta go. They are calling
me to get a towel.
::: Two Weeks Later :::
okay I am back again. it’s kitty. yawl aint gonna
believe this shit. after I left off on tha last part, I
went to the bathroom and slipt in a puddle of water.
broke my damned wrist as I fell. hurt like hell at the
time. worst of all, it’s my righ wris, so I can’t type.
and you can see that my accent is not makin the words
come out right. damn. well, daddy said it’s okay, we
can still send the story like it is. baby is asleep.
she nursed at my breast for a bedtime snack, and we
popped her into bed for the night. she’s over one, and
needs to be weaned soon. daddy said it’s no rush since
she eats solid food during the day and has my milk at
night. I still leak when she cry, but not to bad now
thank god. daddys behind me rubbin my shoulders and
easing my neck wit his mouth. say something daddy.
something
funny. so we’re gonna rap this up and send it to the
website soon. we got a friend named patty who told us
about it. she’s sweet. daddy! stop it! i’m writing! he
is now starting to rub more than my shoulders and
daddy
ummmm
ahhhhhhhh
daddy
ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh
mmffllllffffmmmmm
{Unrecognized word. Please clarify.}
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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