Furry
January 1988.
Southern California.
Won't let my moment of truth pass me by, I've gotta make my move, now or never.
And if they turn me loose on this town, they’re gonna have to hold me down.
Don't you know, I won't give up until I'm satisfied?
Don't you know, why should I stop until I'm satisfied?
Richard Marx.
Sorry, guys. No more staring at Eve’s big titties…
My twenty-year-old blonde date stood close while I shooed our lingering mid-twenties party guests out of the rented suburban home. “Hey, everyone. Thanks for coming. Have great drives home!”
My roommate Peter rolled his eyes at the rudeness. “Ray, you crack me up. Okay, later for you, buddy, I’m going out for awhile. Good to see you, Eve.”
“Bye, Peter.” She gave Peter a friendly hug. I carefully observed the interaction for anything more, but unlike me, he was a respectful and loyal best friend. On her end, Eve showed nothing more than her usual platonic fondness for him.
He hurried for the door, presumably to score some lower grade pussy than Eve, a solid seven or eight.
Peter’s got his league, and I’ve got mine. Heh, sometimes we overlap and even share…
She returned to my side, and I earnestly said, “Peter, thanks for setting us up. I… she’s… I like Eve. Alot. Yeah.”
Peter said, “Cool. I knew you two would hit it off.”
As he hopped into his aging Honda Accord, Eve gave me a tepid smile. I hid my frustration at another romantic overture falling flat. We had been on three previous dates, and though the last two had involved fairly passionate sex, I had the impression she was not really into me.
Ahh, well…
I leaned down and kissed Eve at length, slowly losing myself to the sensations, then gestured to my bedroom. “Shall we?”
With the merest hint of enthusiasm, she took my hand and led me inside. I closed the door while Eve efficiently unbuttoned and rolled her denim shorts off a curvaceous ass, then lifted the snug Wayne Gretzky hockey jersey I had given her two summers ago. She had been much smaller in the chest back then when she hung out with Peter and I as a friend, so it took considerable effort to clear her prominent and unyielding jugs. I provided an assist, then kissed the back of her neck when finished.
“Mmm, Ray. That feels good.”
I smiled at the beginning of Eve’s transformation from lukewarm date to hot lover. She backed her plain white panties against my thighs. Her short-legged average height and my long-limbed six-foot slender build kept her ass below my suddenly hard cock, until I bent my knees a bit.
I whispered, “You turn me on so much, Eve. I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
C’mon Eve. Just say it: “Me too, Ray.” It won’t hurt, I promise…
She leaned forward. “Can you unhook my bra, Ray?”
For fuck’s sake…
I preferred both in the same package, but if I had to choose, it would always be sex over romance. With that in mind, I gave up and let my single-minded cock take over. A heavy duty four clasp model, the plain white underwire bra did heroic work supporting Eve’s hefty breasts. Having handled over thirty pairs since turning seventeen, I had become rather adept at removing brassieres. I slid the straps off her shoulders, reached inside the cups and pulled them down. With the garment now loosened, a little twist freed the hooks from each other.
Eve set the bra on my nightstand then turned around. She massaged the rippled areas while watching my face.
I deliberately licked my lips and nodded. “So sexy.”
Her smile at the compliment was genuine, but she offered nothing else.
I removed and tossed a Ramones t-shirt aside, leaving only my tight jeans, worn commando, naturally. She dutifully unbuttoned them and pulled my stiff cock out. Her chest heaved with a sharp breath as it twitched in her hand.
“Oooo. I like that, Ray.”
Eve had sucked on me for a couple of minutes last week in my 1972 Buick Riviera parked in a secluded nook in the local mountains, before climbing onto it. However, she made no moves to repeat the blowjob.
Figuring she was waiting for me to return the oral favor, which I had not yet done to her, I dropped to my knees and slowly worked her panties down.
Fair is fair…
Ten pounds shy of plump, Eve sported some serious curves, with a womanly layer of softness everywhere. Though she usually downplayed it with minimal or no cosmetics, she also had a gorgeous round face. She kept her thick light blonde hair at midback-length, usually in a ponytail, though for our date, she had fashioned it into twin braids, decorated with baby blue satin bows which matched her expressive eyes. Imperfections such as a small scar on one cheek, a high forehead, and a slightly crooked front tooth added to her overall appeal and complimented her kind, warm personality.
Matching her subtle nipples, Eve’s pastel pink labia peeked out of her wispy, compactly trimmed blonde bush. Once fully nude, I shifted her into the moonbeam coming through my bedroom window, to highlight Eve’s most appealing feature.
For me, at least…
With the exception of hands and feet, Eve’s smooth supple Swedish skin was covered with a plush coating of peach fuzz. The individual micro thin light blonde hairs were not readily visible outside of intimate distance. Instead, they collectively gave her an ethereal soft focus, a subconscious halo blurring the outline of her face and body.
It was not a sexually inviting effect, at least at first. Indeed, when Peter had introduced Eve to me over a year ago, I had not felt like flirting in any way, which was very unusual with a girl as pretty and friendly as her. However, recently wounded from both my breakup with long-term girlfriend Erica, and a poisonous relationship with her replacement, Lily, I had taken Peter’s advice to ask Eve out three weeks ago. Our first date had been uninspiring, but when I had stopped to kiss Eve while we strolled through a botanical garden, I discovered her exquisitely soft facial hairs glowing in the moonlight. With an intense primal desire, I had run my fingertips all over her cheeks and neck, but she had curbed my obvious delight by neutrally commenting, "Ray, lots of Swedish women are furry."
Thank you, evolution...
I gently blew on Eve’s shapely thigh, marveling at how the strands perked in response, a shimmering aura surrounding her.
She’s like an angel. A huge titted, round assed, hot pussied, and velvety angel…
Sensing that any mention of her body hair could backfire, I kept vast amounts of praise to myself, and hoped my actions would suffice.
Just because I could, I lifted Eve up and laid her on my bed, then slowly kissed my way up her inner thigh. I had discovered that if my lips only brushed the downy fluff without actually contacting her skin, it drove Eve wild. As expected, by the time I made it to her crotch, her lips glistened with nectar and the small clit proudly stood, ready to receive my mouth.
Here we go…
At the first touch of my tongue, Eve grabbed my shoulder-length dark curly hair and pulled me into her. Though frustrating for me everywhere else, once we got busy, Eve was very simple to please. On our previous dates, she had responded well to everything I had done with my hands, so I went with a favorite easy technique. Rotating my head clockwise between her soft thighs, I laid my relaxed tongue on Eve’s clit and licked up and down, which was more side to side from her perspective.
Almost immediately, Eve quietly began her limited passion repertoire, mostly variations of panting. Sets of three at first, each drawn out for five seconds.
“Huhhhhhhhhh, huhhhhhhhhh, huhhhhhhhhh.”
Based on our last two dates, Eve seemed indifferent to extra stimulation such as hair pulling, g-spot rubbing, and a pinky in her asshole. However, she had more than welcomed all my attention to her augmented breasts, so I reached up both hands and ran my fingertips around them. I looked up to see the oversized half domes’ silvery fuzz glinting in the moonlight as she rhythmically rocked side to side. Her low-rise nipples came out to play, and Eve directed my hands to them.
Again, she did not seem to have any preference for how I handled them. I teased the rubbery points with the back of my fingernails, gently tugged them, moderately squeezed them, and even twisted fairly hard. No matter what, Eve just increased the volume and intensity of her panting.
“Huhhhhh, Huhhhhh, Huhhhhhh.”
In one respect, making Eve orgasm was nearly fool-proof. As long as I continually did something to her clit, it would happen, as if she was able to calibrate her body to my actions, instead of the other way around. However, I was certain that most if not all men before me had failed to satisfy her, because Eve took a long time to get there.
I had been with women who required even longer with very specific techniques and routines, but at least they had either given me clear instructions or feedback. Eve had never provided the slightest hint of how long she needed to come, and I imagined uncaring or less experienced men would get tired, bored, or frustrated after ten minutes. Fortunately, I had a loose policy of not stopping with my hands or mouth until the woman climaxed or gave up. Which for Eve, took about thirty minutes of unrelenting clit play for her first one. To balance it out, her subsequent releases rolled out much quicker, and she was often multi-orgasmic.
I settled in for a pleasant stroll with Eve up her erotic mountain. Rather than a steady slope, our climb was more like a staircase, with her noises marking each step higher. Fifteen minutes in, she was up to two-second-long panting, with plenty of breathiness. A few minutes later, she added high pitched accents, and occasional hip rolling, pressing herself harder into my tongue.
About six minutes before scheduled, Eve shifted into ready-to-cum mode. Her sounds acquired a harsh attack as well as an additional syllable.
“Huhuhhh! Huhuhhh! Huhuhhh!”
Eve grasped my hair with both hands, and to ensure I completed my task, she squeezed her thighs around my head. To keep me from a split lip, broken nose, or a sprained nose, I abandoned Eve’s wobbly breasts and clutched the tops of her thighs. She had not been much of a bucking bronco during the times I fingered her, but oral brought her gyrations to new heights.
Approximately twenty licks later, Eve’s song reached its final form of three-per-second full volume huffs.
“HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH!”
Rather than violent jerks, Eve’s body shook while she climaxed. Every tiny hair within my vision straightened and glowed. My weary tongue maintained its nonstop pattern on her now tingling clit.
“HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! RAYYYYY! HUH!”
She had never before called out my name, giving me hope for a growing connection. Her panting soon ramped down yet Eve kept me pinned in place.
Heh, she wants more…
That was also new. I did a changeup from licking her clit to sucking on it at the same tempo. Eve subtly shifted her position on the bed, accommodating the different sensations, then achieved a second liftoff, this one soaring higher, followed by floating like a feather.
“Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
The moment Eve touched back down to earth, I wrested myself free then lifted her to the middle of the bed. Most of the time I manhandled women, it was for their pleasure, but on a few occasions, I simply felt like tossing a chick around.
She rolled onto her side and smiled over a shoulder at me. Her post-orgasmic labia had plumped into small open flaps, moist and inviting. I took a pause to admire the sight. “It’s beautiful, Eve.”
“Come here, Ray.” Her words were not a response to mine, simply an expression of desire. I was beginning to wonder if Eve liked me at all, or just what I did to her. Perhaps it was the same to her.
She grabbed my cock when I laid behind her in a spooning position and guided me in. Often, when eating a girl out, her ecstasy brought me close to my own climax, so as soon as I fully entered Eve’s scalding wet grasp, I felt the familiar tightening in my groin.
I warned, “God, Eve. You feel so good, I can’t hold back.”
She laid a tender hand on my cheek and groaned, “Go ahead, Ray.”
I began pounding her fast and hard from behind, with one hand clamped onto her hip and the other on her shoulder. After binding her breasts in place with a downy forearm, Eve raised her top leg over mine and slid a hand down to her crotch. The fingers spread astride her clit, pussy and my pistoning cock, which I assumed directly transferred my slamming force to her sexual core.
She’s pretty clever…
Already primed by her multiples, Eve quickly progressed through her panting stages.
“Huhhh, huhhh, huhhh. Huhuh, Huhuh, Huhuuuuhhhh, HUHH!”
I kept up a brutal intensity and redlining speed but mentally stalled my ejaculation until she was there with me, hoping simultaneous orgasms would enhance our room-temperature bond.
She yelled out, “HUUUHHUUUUHHHHHUUUUUHHHHHUUU, RAYYYYYYYYY, HUHHH!!!”
That was my cue, and I shifted into fuckbeast mode, where love and kindness disappeared behind a cruel dark cloud of lust and pleasure.
“Yeaahhhh, Eve. I’m cumming. Ahhhhhhhh!”
I rammed her pussy with every ounce of strength as my jizz exploded deep inside then overflowed in a foamy mess. I did not let up after the last spurt and welcomed the excruciating pain of overstimulation.
Eve became the unwitting recipient of all the bitter rage I held for Erica and Lily. At least half the torment those women had inflicted on me were rational responses to my unraveling personality, emotions and behaviors, but that knowledge just made it worse. I had tried a bit of therapy with Peter’s father, which only led me to an awful conclusion.
Revenge… I want to break Lily’s heart, like she did to me. I need to destroy any goodness left in Erica. I hate those evil cunts…
I knew none of that would happen. Erica had moved away and married my former friend Roderick. Lily would never be vulnerable to me again, not after I had barely stopped myself from raping her a few weeks ago.
Not my best moment…
That left innocent Eve to pay the price. Unfortunately, she was not falling in love with me as I had hoped, and probably never would, so coldly using her as a scapegoat was an ineffective ploy.
It’s hopeless…
Unaware of my mental chaotic storm, Eve reached another climax. Her full volume panting echoed around the room and attached half-bath. I shutdown any lingering hostility and focused on Eve’s passion. Her lips trembled and she locked eyes with me as her orgasm peaked.
She really can be beautiful. Maybe that will be enough for now…
Ignoring the agony in my groin, I kept pumping Eve until she took her hand away. Immediately, I collapsed into a tight fetal ball. The discomfort passed quickly enough that I doubted Eve noticed. I laid on my back and pulled her to cuddle. She relaxed in my arms, but stayed fairly still and silent. A few minutes later, she purred, “That was really, really good, Ray. I like doing it with you.”
She had said similar things after our previous lovemaking, but nowhere near as effusive. Since she appeared to be making an effort at closeness, I caressed her ridiculously enhanced chest. Eve stroked my arm and let out a soft pant.
She’s either really proud of her breasts or regrets the ugly implants and needs reassurance. I fucking hate them, but I want Eve to feel good about herself. And me. Pretending I love her tits is not too much of a burden. Not yet…
Always helpful in such matters, yesterday Peter had reminded me that Eve’s twenty-first birthday was in two weeks. Continuing my thorough boob fondling, I said, “Eve, I want to take you out on your birthday. We could go to the Regal Beagle bar.”
“Oh! Yes, I’d love to, Ray. I bought a cute new dress last month but haven’t worn it yet. That will be fun.”
“Nice. I’ll have the hottest girl there.”
She giggled. “I don’t know about that, but thank you. I’ll do my best. For you.”
For me. That felt good…
Her ass pressed against my semi hard cock, bringing it back to life. The moment seemed right for what I had planned and rehearsed. “Listen, Eve. We’ve been dating for a month, and I’d like to call you my girlfriend.”
Shit. That was lame…
Practiced words never came out or were received exactly the way I imagined, which is why I usually ended up winging it. At the very least, my sincerity usually balanced out the awkwardness.
Eve had been kissing my fingers but suddenly stopped. “Umm. I guess that’s okay. Ray, can we do this again before I go?” She reached behind and guided me to her creampied sex.
“Okay?” “O-fucking-kay?” Bitch, I offer you the coveted position of being my girlfriend, and you say, “I guess that’s okay?” Fuck you, Eve. Forget I asked. I should throw you the fuck out of my house. After my dick is done with your frothing pussy, that is…
An hour later, in a far better mood, I kissed Eve goodbye at her Volvo sedan. “I’m not sure what my night off is next week, Eve. I’ll call you. If it’s not too cold, I’ll take you on a motorcycle ride.”
“Sounds fun. Bye, Ray.”
I didn’t bother watching her get in the car and drive away.
Damn. I’ve seen my friends with lackluster girlfriends and thought they were chumps. Now I’m one…
Peter startled me when I closed our front door behind me. He chortled, “Hahahaha, I heard Eve panting when I came home a half hour ago. Let me guess, Ray. Doggie style? Hahaha! Seriously though, I’m really happy you have a decent girlfriend for a change.”
I shrugged. “Yeah. Me too. Wait, hold on, Peter. Like you say, she's decent, but I don’t know if Eve is right for me.”
“Not right for you? What’s the matter, Ray? Eve is totally your type. Blonde, blue eyes, and big knockers, just the way you like them. And of course, just like Erica and Lily.”
I winced. “That’s not intentional."
Let’s not mention the three other busty blondes I boned in the last two years. Pure coincidence.
Sure it is…
Peter wiped of his glasses with his Dodgers shirt. “Well, if you ask me, Eve is a far better chick. I can’t see her doing you dirty like those other two. But, whatever. That's just my opinion. Hey, I’m looking forward to our gig at church Sunday morning. That guitar solo you’ve been practicing is going to blow people’s minds. Did you invite Eve to see you perform?”
I yawned. “Nahhh. I played an instrumental for her last week, and it bored her. Peter, women just don’t give a shit about guitar solos. That’s a fact.”
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