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 _Trying Something New_

   "C'mon...lets try it," said Analee, pulling Chris into their hotel room.
The coyote'struct had barely closed the door when she started tickling and
kissing him.  Any resistance he'd had to using the room they shared with
two other friends for a quick conjunction melted as the cat'struct's scent
filled his muzzle.  How many months had it been since they'd last seen each
other; since he'd run his fingers through Analee's ebony fur.

   They undressed each other in a flurry of kisses.  She tugged away his
shirt, toying with his nipples through the coyote'struct's beige chest fur.
He unbuttoned her shirt and undid the fastenings of her bra, freeing her
breasts and letting his fingers dance across the areole.  Chris shivered as
Analee's hand opened up his jeans and stroked his sheath.

   "Door locked?" she asked, licking her muzzle.  Chris nodded, losing
himself in her breasts.  She knew she wasn't the biggest woman in the world
but a 36C bustline was enough for her...and him.  Chris wasn't the best
hung being in the world, but his shaft was more than enough for her.  She
loved the way it thumped and pulsed in her hand, mirroring his heartbeat.

   "Maybe...bathroom?  Another lock there, just in case," he suggested,
penis swelling free of it's furry sheath.  She nodded and they gathered
their clothes, stepping into the tile covered room and closing the door. 
Analee leaned against the counter, holding onto it as Chris bent down and
suckled her tits.  He adored her nipples and breasts, as much for the
warmth and comfort they provided him as the pleasure teasing them sent
through her body.

   Analee reached between her legs and rubbed the folds surrounding her
clitoris for a moment or two, just to feel the shockwaves running across
her body and send more of her scent flowing through the room.  She brought
Chris' seeking tongue to her cleavage, letting him wet the fur between her
breasts.

   "Sit down," she said, pushing him onto the closed toilet and spreading
his legs open.  Chris winced, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt as she
stroked the head with a fingertip before sucking the tip.  Her mouth
engulfed it, tongue running up and down the red shaft.  He gripped her
shoulders, unsure which turned him on more, the sensation of her tongue and
lips across his shaft or the hungry wet slurp her mouth made as she
devoured him.

   Analee felt a pulse ride his shaft and a droplet of thick, salty fluid
touched her tongue.  She gulped it down and smiled secretly.  "You ready?"
she asked as Chris whimpered in pleasure.  He just nodded.  Kneeling
between his legs, she grasped her breasts and enfolded his wet cock in her
damp cleavage.  Almost immediately, he began to buck his hips.  The head of
his cock poked in and out of the soft folds her breast created.  Sticky
droplets added to the slickness, but Chris's usual endurance kept him from
orgasm.

   "Not yet?  Maybe this will help?" She looked up into his eyes and, while
staring him down, licked the head of his cock as it peaked through her
breasts.  Her muzzle gaped open, as if asking for his release.  Chris
obliged, howling as his cock fountained.  Analee shivered, the increased
friction of his fur against her nipples building atop the pulsing she felt
against her chest.  Each spurt became a heartbeat, followed by a shock of
heat as his cum hit her chest, and mouth, and breasts.

   Now empty, Chris pulled away and looked at Analee.  His seed still
dotted her chest and face.  "Did you like it?" she asked.  Gulping against
a dry throat, he nodded.

   "Yes...haven't cum that fast before.  But, you're a mess hun." He
slipped onto his knees beside her, helping her onto the toilet.  "Let me
clean you up." With long, slow strokes of his canine tongue, Chris ate his
own cum off his lover's breasts.  She purred as he lingered on her nipples
and, soon, his kissed moved downwards.
   But that was another story.