Cat-Katie-Kitten Ch. 01 Good Kitty

The sun came up on Saturday morning, setting off the screaming wild parrots that lived in the palm trees of Kate's neighborhood.

Damn flying rats. Pretty rats, but rats. Pigeons didn't make that much noise in the morning.

Another day of beautiful weather to start the weekend in Los Angeles compared to her old home in St Louis. Not that she'd get to enjoy much of the morning heading to her job at the lab for mandated unpaid overtime. 'Cost cutting measures' they said, slashing a dozen long-tenured employees with high salaries, tripling her workload with a mostly meaningless additional title and no more money. If it hadn't been for a steady salary and weak local job market in her field, she would have left already.

Brian's hand predictably slid up her belly under her cotton teddy, easing across her body to cup her breast. The nightgown shifted with him, letting the nipple of the breast closest to him slip out of the smooth cloth, giving him the chance to lower his head down to grab it with his lips and suck it against his teeth. It felt good and she moaned encouragingly, lacing her fingers into his hair, trying to keep him there a bit longer.

She started counting- at three he pulled himself on top of her, adjusted her top and descended on the other nipple. She opened her legs invitingly.

Four, five, six. Back to the first nipple.

Seven, eight, nine. She puckered up for the kiss, groaning her wish that he'd change it up even a little and letting him think it was pure pleasure.

Ten, eleven. He broke the kiss and slid down her body. She tugged up the bottom of her nightgown, opening her legs for him.

... nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. Huh, he's actually staying down there this time. Maybe... She ground herself against his mouth. Maybe he's remembering how good he used to be at eating pussy.

Thirty-three, thirty-four. There it is, he's stopped. He climbed back up her body, parting her wet nether lips with his hard-on. Half-push into her body, back out, then sinking fully in between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he started to rut into her.

Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight. He pulled her legs from around her waist, held them straight up along his body, closing them together to make her tighter around his hard-on. His thrusts got faster and more frantic.

Fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one. He pulled her legs opened to sink as deep into her as he could. She made the noises of an orgasm that she wasn't close enough to to feel. He shook, clenching his butt as he spilled cum into her.

Sixty-three, sixty-four. A quick kiss on the lips. Left or right? He bent down and kissed her left nipple, then with a groan of exertion, he rolled off of her.

Sixty-eight, sixty-nine. Banal morning conversation then he heads off to the bathroom to enjoy his morning piss. Leaving her there to extract herself from the wet spot and wait her turn for the toilet.

By eighty, she was on the crapper peeing out his cum, he was in the kitchen making coffee. In an hour, she'd be heading to the office for another half-day. Six months of this now.

Another frustrating day in the offering.

Three hours putting out minor fires in the office, answering questions of the weekend skeleton staff who looked to her for leadership and banking problems for Monday when they needed people not in the office making decisions left her feeling as drained and unfulfilled as her daily morning session as Brian's sex object. At least her director had called from his golf brunch to thank her for coming in and catching up on the work the lack of staff had dumped in her lap. He almost sounded sincere this time.

Stopping for lunch on the way home, she poked listlessly at her salad, stabbing sadly at the sliced chicken. Why had she come to this? Home life unfulfilling. She practically lived for work in a stagnating career. Saturday lunch by herself in one of the most populous cities in the country. No real friends outside of work to speak of. She couldn't feel any emptier.

She sighed, trying not to cry.

Bright sunny days topped the list of the few things Kate enjoyed most about living in Southern California. They were about the only time she felt free and whole. Great time for getting out of the lonely, empty house on a lazy Saturday afternoon and going for a long bike ride while her husband lost even more hours hiding inside playing Call of Duty or Fortnite or some other online game where people shot at each other. Honestly, with so many of them now, they all sort of blended together. He'd barely glanced up when she kissed his forehead on her way out the door.

The flip side of the sunny afternoons- the heat. Dry heat that could suck the life right out of you or distract you on a busy street. But she enjoyed the workout, pedaling her new commuter 10-speed along the mostly quiet streets near her neighborhood and getting a fresh lay of the land. When she got home, her legs shaking from the effort, she'd take a nice relaxing shower.

And probably get herself off in there. Again.

She wouldn't call Brian inattentive but, since the move, their sessions became less... fulfilling to the point that she'd started faking orgasms more often than not simply to get sex over with. Then the accident happened and her recovery left her craving more emotional and physical contact than he could provide. Where his drive dulled since getting married and the subsequent move to California, her appetite heightened. The lack of meaningful contact gnawed at her and she couldn't do anything about it without causing a fight.

Riding her bike helped and didn't. Riding got her out of the house and moving. It took a lot to decide to replace her broken twelve-speed and find a new, safer course to ride. For her own piece of mind, she stuck to familiar residential streets with people and small local businesses everywhere. No where where she was out of sight of people for more than a few seconds. The hours escaped behind her while she steadily worked off the extra pounds she'd put on since the accident.

She also found that if she sat juuuusst right, she could grind against the seat and almost bring herself off. But each time she backed off before reaching that edge. Someday she'd keep going and actually climax and probably flip ass over teakettle, having a public 'accident' that would be sooooo worth the risk.

"Watch where ya goin' shuga!" a voice in front of her called out.

Reflexively, she jerked on her breaks and twisted to the right, Away from the street and the wrong way it turned out as she struck the curb hard. Flying over the handlebars, she landed with a heavy thump on a thankfully lush and manicured lawn of freshly cut bluegrass, just missing the concrete sidewalk.

Not again, she screamed internally. Not now! She ran a quick physical and mental assessment- ribs, limbs spine, skull showed nothing broken or bruised but her pride. Kate turned to her bike last. Brian would lose his shit and never let her ride anything but a stationary again if she broke this one.

A woman who could easily stepped out of one of those Frankie Avalon/Annette Funicello beach blanket movies stood over her. From her grass-stained white boat shoes to the gingham kerchief holding up a small artfully piled dark hair, she dressed straight out of the 1950's- tiny butt-hugging jean shorts with a red ruffle of polka dots around the legs holes and a red top knotted in the front under her full breasts barely contained by the minimal fabric.

And no bra Kate noted quickly. Were those rings in her nipples?

The extensive tattoos the woman sported- a body sleeve that started at her knees, covering much of her visible torso and down both of her arms, told Kate she hadn't fallen back in time. She wore several rings in her ears and a red gem stud in her nose. Definitely not something one would generally encounter if they tumbled through a time warp to the 1950s.

It took a minute for Kate to recognize that the woman offered her a white gloved hand to help her up.

"Yew okay hun?" she asked in a buttery voice from somewhere in the deep South. "Tha's quite a tumble yew took there."

Kate took her hand, black fingerless cotton riding gloves in white silk, and climbed to her feet with weak knees. Her heart raced with flashbacks of her last tumble. At least someone had seen this one and was strong enough to haul her to her feet. Standing a few inches taller than the stranger, she had a perfect view of the big black retro sunglasses, the dazzling smile of white teeth behind bright cherry red lipstick...

And the lone bead of sweat rolling down the woman's neck past an inked sailor girl winking over her shoulder at Katie above a banner that read 'C'mon In' before disappearing into her soft cleavage. A sudden twinge between her own legs informed her in no uncertain terms how badly she thirsted to bury her face into this stranger's boobs chasing after that bead of sweat. It had been so long since she'd last...

"Ummmm... yeah," she finally managed to stammer out, licking her lips and shaking her head slightly trying to focus. "I'm okay. I zoned out there for a minute and didn't see you. Are you ok?"

"Ah'm jes' fine, hunny. A clean miss. My nayme's Savannah, but mah friends call me 'Savvy.'" She practically shone in the bright sunshine, grinning broadly up at Kate.

"Katherine, though everyone calls me Kate or Katie."

"Ah like Katie. 'Kate' sounds too much like something Ah'd call an old lady- 'Gramma Kate.'" Her smile got wider, showed more teeth and a pink tongue snuck out to wet the cherry lips. "Katie's a gurl Ah could hold hands with all day."

"Sorry." Kate... Katie blushed, loosening her hand only to find that Savvy didn't readily let her go.

"Don't be. Ain't nothin' wrong with a little hand-holdin' when yer shook up. Yew new in the neighborhood? Ain't seen yew around long. Zipping by on yer bike there. Ah usually stop ta watch yew go by but," she waved a handful of mail. "Gurl's gotta pay tha bills and such knowhatahmean?"

"My husband and I moved to LA a year ago. We live about 10 minutes from here by bike, give or take. Over on Green Persimmon Drive. Do you ride too?" Tongue-tied, Katie considered if maybe she did whack her head. Thank goodness for the helmet. It was probably shot though. It was never a good idea to wear one after it hit the ground once.

"Just mah man and his Harley. Sometimes both at the same time! Use'ta skate a bit once upon a time. Shook mah booty deliverin' burgers as a carhop." Savvy laughed and she couldn't help but join in a little. But then the bright red smile disappeared as she stared past Kate to the near distance. "Oh fuck me with a chainsaw and bless the bits, we best get inside."

Kate turned and groaned. A fast moving dust storm closed in on them from the Southwest. The weather had warned of one today, but not for several hours. She'd never make it home before it hit and didn't relish the idea of trying to ride or push her bike through it.

"I've got to get home," she protested, dreading of the sand-blasting she would endure and then having to clean the shower after she washed sand out of EVERY crack and crevice.

"Not in that," Savvy asserted, shaking her head and finally letting go of her hand. "Yew'll never make it without gittin' sand in yer unmentionables. Go on, git yer bike and bring it up to the garage. We'll put her in with Maybelle and then yew and Ah can 'visit' while we wait the storm out."

The pair made it up to the two-car garage and closed the door just before the storm hit. Katie parked her thankfully undamaged bike next to a restored 1963 Harley-Davidson Sportster motorcycle that Savvy told her belonged to 'her man.' Looking around, she saw a lot of tools and toolboxes along the walls while she took her cycling helmet and gloves off, hanging them from her handlebars, then turned to catch Savvy actually flouncing around a bubblegum pink convertible.

"This is Maybelle. Ain't she a BEAU-tee?" She caressed her gloved hand lovingly over the sides and hood while circling the car. Katie almost got caught staring not at the smooth lines of the automobile, but the round curves of her host's slightly plump hips and backside. Her mouth dry, she nodded in agreement. Both the car and the woman looked quite beautiful.

Dear God, how thirsty for contact *was* she?

"1950 Mercury Convertible. Ah got her from mah Nana 'Trish. She bought it new backinna day 'cause she had a hankerin' fer a car big enough to get frisky in the backseat. Told me this is where mah Momma and Uncle Floyd was planted. She got knocked up with Uncle Roy and Aunt Mary in a proper bed and both of them's kinda pissy about it ya ask me." Finally taking off her shades, she smiled and winked at Katie. "Ain't got no kids mahself, but Ah can tell yew the back seat's big enough for a threesome. Tried four once, but none of us was drunk enough nor limber enough to pull it off. "

Katie flushed, trying very hard to not to imagine Savvy lying naked on the white leather bench in the back of the car. The heat between her legs and the pressure of her nipples against her sports bra advertised her failure.

"I... we don't have any kids."

"Well good for yew! 'The plantin's more fun than the packin' any day' Nana use'ta say." Savvy declared, coming around the vehicle and looping her arm through Katie's. "Tell yew what, when yew decide yer ready to get knocked up, Ah'll lend yew Magic Maybelle here and yew can promise to nayme her after me if'n she's a girl! Sound good? Now then, want a Coka-Cola orra beer while we wait on the storm?"

They stood in the kitchen while Savvy got our a bottle of water for Katie and a glass bottle Coke for herself. Decorated with a weird eclectic mix of throwback retro furniture from the 1950's mixed modern appliances like a huge wall-mounted plasma screen TV next to one of those weird starburst clocks that reminded her of the old Stardust hotel in Vegas in the living room or the modern air fryer sitting on the soda fountain island in the kitchen, the house felt 'right.' And what was that smell? It smelled like... shit, the kitchen smelled like recent sex.

While her host kept up a steady stream of banter, Katie tried to take it all in, interjecting where she could. It took a moment before she recognized that Savvy said something and waited for her response.

"Sorry, lost in thought. Trying to take it all in. You have a lovely home. We haven't really taken the time to put our stamp on our place yet. What did you say?"

"Ah said 'Ah like your ink.' What Ah can see of it. Here, take this," she handed Katie the water bottle, it's sides slippery with cold condensation. That's when Katie noticed Savvy stood very close to her. Close enough the heat of the other woman's body warmed her skin.

"Thanks." She took the water, but before she could raise it to her lips, the other woman reached up into her hair and pulled her down into a long, forceful kiss. Surprised, she didn't resist, letting her lips part and getting drunk on the cherry taste invading her mouth. Savvy's tongue licked her lips, slipping into and out of Katie's mouth teasingly and more than once Katie felt the familiar click of a tongue stud against her teeth. Her body felt hot, a slow fire spreading through her that had been dormant too long. Their bodies pressed together, the drinks forgotten and Katie moaned from her toes when Savvy pulled her hair back and made her break the kiss.

"Yew taste like potato chips- salty and Ah just cain't have only one." The hand stayed in her hair, pulling her down for another kiss. Meanwhile, the other hand found it's way up under her body-hugging shirt and sports bra and she practically panted at the sensually smooth silk glove squeezing her tit. Her small hands pinched Katie's nipples until they were aching.

"Oh god... please..."

"Yew into girls Katie?" Savvy teased, pulling and twisting her nipple. Katie put the drink down on the counter and pulled the other woman into her groin so she could grind on her seducer's hip. She nodded, breathing hard.

"Since high school." She panted out her response. Savvy took control, pulling her head back and placing small biting kisses along her throat. "I... haven't been... with a woman... oh fuck... since college."

"How long ago was thet?" she growled into Katie's ear, nibbling on her earlobe. She smelled like cinnamon while Katie knew she herself stank of sweat and need. A seam of those frilly jean shorts sat in the right place against her body-tight shorts and she ached to grind against her sooo badly. So much better than grinding on her bike's seat.

"Four years... Brian... my husband... knows I'm-mmmm...*gasp* bi but... but he's not... please... ready to share me yet..."

"Well then, Ah guess we jes won't tell him, will we?" She gave Katie's neck a long slow lick, then let go of her breast and reached down to grab her ass. "Yew see, Ah've been watching this fine ass ride by mah house for weeks now. Ah stop and watch yew every time you ride by."

She pulled Katie back into another long, hot, tongue-dueling kiss, pushing her back against the soda pop island. Her eyes glowed icy blue, cold and dangerous with promises she intended to keep no matter what Katie said.

"Every. Time." She spun Katie around to face the island, keeping one hand in her hair to assert control. With her free hand, she pulled down the dark and sweaty biker shorts and the panties underneath, exposing her surprisingly willing captive's bare bottom to the cool air. Katie squeaked in surprise, but made no move to cover herself, grabbing at the counter for balance instead. "Ah dream of this ass at night, grinding along on that bicycle lookin' jes like this, bare as the day yew were born. These shorts're jes' tight enough to set a soul to droolin.'"

"Like this?" she asked, gripping the formica countertop tightly and kicking off her sneakers, socks and finally her tangled shorts and panties. She stood on her toes, put her feet shoulder width apart and started rocking up and down, first on tiptoe on one foot, then the other, mimicing riding her bike, rolling her hips rhythmically for this stranger. She needed this. Deserved it.

"Mah gawd Katie-Kitty, ain't we an eager one?" Savvy wasted no time, running her still-gloved hands all over her rolling hips and legs, fingertips teasing up and down the crack of her bare bottom but never quite getting between her legs. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so wet, close to dripping. Certainly close to cumming.

"Take off thet pretty yellow top. I want to see yer tattoos. Bra too."

Katie quickly complied, stripping off her sweaty top and sports bra, adding them to the pile on the kitchen floor. Savvy would not let her turn around though, keeping her in place so she could trace her gloved fingers along the floral designs inked into Katie's back from her shoulders down to her hips. Black and white lilies and butterflies she had started in college with the intention of having them colored when she could afford it.

Trembling with anticipation, Katie bent over the counter, letting the cool surface settle her rolling tummy and aching nipples. For the first time, she noticed the large sliding glass door in front of her and stared out at the blowing storm. She could almost make out the fence at the far end of the backyard through the blowing sand. Occasionally she thought she saw the lights of the house across the way and didn't care if they could see her or not. She opened her legs a little more, tilting her hips so Savvy could explore her body further.

Finally the tension broke when silky hands grabbed her inner thighs and pulled them open even wider. Savvy stroked either side of her now very ready slit and Katie sighed in release. The well of her juices burst free and started to drool out of her. Wet silk fingers found her slit and rubbed back and forth but never went in.

"Mah goodness Katie-Kitty, look at all this hunny! Ah think yew need to turn around so's Ah can git a good look at the rest of yew."

Whimpering as the hand drew away, she complied. Pushing herself off of the cool counter, she turned to find Savvy still standing very close and sucking on her wet, gloved fingers. Her knees buckled, but with her bare ass pressed against the counter, she didn't fall. Savvy's eyes went wide and she let out a delighted squeal, grabbing Katie's bare breasts with her gloves. She closed her eyes and gave in to the carnal caresses

"Oh mah gawd! Look how cute they are!" She squeezed them firmly, grasping the weight in her palms. Katie almost came when she started teasing her silky thumbs over her fully engorged nipples. What made her excited to exhibit herself on command? Why did she give in to this stranger so readily? Why did surrendering herself send a delighted chill through her?

She experienced a small orgasm when the kerchief-ed head dipped down so perfect white teeth could lightly bite her engorged nipple. She sucked a nipple into her moist mouth while rolling the other between her nimble fingers. She trembled at the pleasure explosion that jumped instantly from her brain to her crotch. She longed to grab Savvy's shoulders and force those cherry lips and pierced tongue between her legs and lose herself in a dozen more.

"When was the last time yew got properly fucked Katie-Kitty?" Savvy slid around beside her, under one arm to support her. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, but the other one made standing hard. The skillful, gloved hand teasing and massaging her smoothly waxed mound and the wetness of her pussy.

"This... unnf... morning..." she replied, grunting in frustrated pleasure. Brian enjoyed his routine of waking her up with sex anytime she tried to sleep in, calling it their 'couples exercise routine.' It was the only time Brian did anything closely resembling exercise not involving his thumbs and only he got fulfillment most mornings, like today.

"Oh naw Katie-Kitty," Savvy locked eyes with her while easily slipping two fingers into her needy body and pushing deep- not stroking, holding her there. Katie's hips started moving all on their own, but her tormentor wouldn't let them. "That were't obviously jes 'sex' or yew wouldn't be wet an' horny like this. No, Ah'm talking about knock-down, drag out, every surface of tha' house, scandalize the neighbors, cain't be in tha same room without gettin' hot again, wake yew in tha middle a'the night cummin', walkin' around with a stupid smile on yer face insides achin' for days, pornstar-style FUCKIN'?"

While Savvy spoke, Katie's ability to focus went fuzzy, not because of the question, but the now insistent grinding thrusts of her silken fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, reaching into her body. She tried to focus on something else, let the sensations last longer, but the full breasts pressed into her side and the closeness of Savvy's cherry lips made it nearly impossible.

"Nine months. No! E-eight," she finally gasped out. She'd accepted a promotion to assistant director at the lab so she and her husband got pleasantly drunk and were all over each other for days. Three days later- screaming tires put her into a two month dry spell. "Ju-uh... just before... before... oh fuck..."

"Thet long? Who's been taken care of this pretty kitty then?" She took her fingers out of Katie's slit, bringing them to her own mouth and sucking on them greedily. "Do yew play with yerself Katie? Tell the truth now."

"Every day," Katie confessed. If only she could break Savvy's control- throw this woman down, strip her and screw right there on the kitchen floor. But she lost control before that first kiss and she didn't need it back. "Sometimes I have to finish what Brian started. And every day after my bike rides. The grinding..."

"Ah'm not the only one who gits all hot and bothered while your ass grinds away on thet bike huh? Ah bet yew got cocks a twitchin' all over the place after yew ride by." Almost casual in her tormenting of her captive, Savvy grabbed the nearest bare breast and flicked her tongue across the nipple. "Tell me more."

"I... mmmm... I get home and sometimes he's up for another round, but usually I.. oh please... usually I take a shower and give myself a 'selfie.'" She couldn't concentrate enough to talk about her masturbation habits while this beautiful woman licked and sucked her tits.

"Oh, now thet's cute! 'Selfie'! Yew use toys, or jest let yer fingers do tha walkin'?" She leaned back up and teased the tender nipples of her plaything. Katie knew she hovered right on the edge of another orgasm.

"I hha-have a dil-ah-dildo that I stick on the side of the shower... oooooohhhhh... but u-u-usually I just finger myself."

"Mmmhmmm? Ah bet that's a right sight ta see, yew in the tub with yer hands in yer kitty." Savvy leaned up and planted another long kiss on her lips. This time Katie started to put both arms around her but she put a hand between her bare breasts and pushed away. "Ah wanna see."

"What?" Katie managed, suddenly very aware that she stood stark naked in a strange kitchen while, at arms' length, her host so far only managed to take off sunglasses and shoes. Survival instinct raised the idea of grabbing her clothes and bolting, but the howling wind outside and raw lust building in her belly told that instinct to get get fucked and shut up. Then beat it senseless and stuffed it in a closet somewhere in the back of her brain. "What?"

"Ah. Want. To. Watch. Yew. Play. With. Yer. Pussy." Savvy told her slowly, pushing back then taking her hand and pulling her toward the living room. "Ah've played with mah kitty ta thoughts of yew fer months. And now Ah want yew to show me how yew play with yerself."

Stunned, confused and bouncing back and forth between scandalized and aroused, Katie allowed Savvy to lead her into the living room, the plush carpet soft and warm beneath her bare feet. Her host led her, not to the couch, but to a large coffee table with sturdy black rings bolted to the thick legs sitting in the middle of the room, grabbing a pillow from a nearby armchair and setting it down. Katie tested it, then settled her weight down and tried to get comfortable. Her host climbed into the nearest corner of the couch, close enough to reach but still so far away and sat with her feet tucked under her own shapely backside.

"Jest do what makes yew comfortable hunny. Show me whut rocks yer world."

It only took Katie a moment to get settled and begin. Blatantly displaying her nude body felt weird, but she played with herself for previous lovers before, both male and female, though usually after they'd dated awhile and both were naked and a bit drunk. Savvy still wore her tiny jean shorts and knotted top, playing with her own plump breast while keeping a predatory eye on Katie's show. She suddenly wished for music instead of the lone howl of the wind and their own heavy breathing. There was that small jukebox in the corner.

She spread her legs wide, giving her audience a good view of her smoothly waxed crotch. Her one decadent indulgence- every three weeks she visited a spa and got a Brazilian wax. She hoped that soon she would have to stop going altogether as the treatments would stop her hair from ever growing back. She reveled in the smoothness of her own skin, which she caressed sensually for Savvy. She never took her eyes off the other woman's face, even while her own breath caught when she spread her lips and teased her erect clit. She could cum right away but for now she'd rather provide a show.

Her fingers did the work automatically, circling and pressing on her button while she panted and tried to keep from exploding too early. Her host's hands mirroring what she did to herself- one busy in her blouse and the other shoved down her shorts. She longed for Savvy to take over and touch her like they were both touching themselves.

Eventually, she leaned back on one elbow, bringing her feet up onto the edge of the couch cushion and spreading her knees wide. She could get a finger inside now, first one, then two, fucking herself gently while using her free hand to drunkenly pull and twist her nipples.

"Thas real nice Katie-Kitty," Savvy encouraged, tugging at the knot keeping her top closed. Two beautiful boobs spilled out, showing the bright ink that covered almost everything but the thick nipples and their glittering golden rings. ""Yew laik being a dirty show-off laik thet?"

Katie didn't answer. Instead she lay back and let her head hang off the back end of the table, letting the cushion under her and her position lift her hips slightly so Savvy could get a good view. She alternated between thrusting fingers into her slit and holding herself open while playing with her clit. No reason denying how wet and horny performing for this stranger could make her climax at any moment, but she forced herself to hold back. To give Savvy the show she asked for.

Suddenly she came to the realization that this WASN'T the show Savvy desired. At least not quite. She stopped, pulling her fingers away with a reluctant moan and sat up, dropping her feet to the floor. Before her audience could protest, she stood, tossed the cushion to the floor and knelt on the table instead, laying forward to stick her cyclist ass in the air and let her head hang down. Knees apart, she reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks and then lips apart, giving Savvy the view she'd dreamed of for the last few months. A deep, lustful groan drawled from behind her and took that as her cue to resume playing with herself.

She whimpered.

Her hips started the slow, steady grind that mimicked riding her bike.

She whispered.

She muttered and moaned, breathing ragged and hot.

Her fingers ground against her clit before diving deep into her cunny.

She really wanted a toy to fuck herself with.

She teetered on the edge.

She craved a wet and messy orgasm.

She needed to cum for this sexy stranger.

And when she felt a soft hand caress her hip, she did.

Well-versed in fucking herself, she ground at her clit with one hand while pumping two fingers into her slit with the other. She strained for the sweet Southern command, but it merely took a gentle squeeze to send her over. With a passionate cry erupting from her, her body clenched and shook in release. She felt the flood of orgasmic juices and clamped her hand down, struggling with reflexive strength to hold them in and keep their sticky warmth inside.

She almost fell off the table. Finally, her hands fell to the wooden surface and she felt her cum ooze out.

"Mah goodness shuga, that was sumthin' else. Good gurl Katie-Kitty."

She sensed Savvy moving behind her, shifting closer on the couch. Trembling, she longed to turn around and thank this woman, to make love to her, but she couldn't move yet. Everything felt like hot rubber. She never climaxed like that on her own. Never. Instead she moaned happily at the compliment and wiggled her uplifted ass. Savvy took the unspoken invitation and started scooping up her honey with two, enticingly bare fingers, slurping it loudly as if complimenting her on the flavor and quantity.

She lay there, content to let her host and seducer eat her fill, moaning and wiggling with the warm studded tongue made its appearance, scooping out honey and even rimming her exposed asshole. Sensing that she expected more, she reached back and spread herself again, inviting the temptress further inside her body. Taking the invitation seriously, Savvy began to finger her again.

Over and over the slender fingers pumped into her, reaching but never quite finding her G-spot. She could say nothing beyond panting and groaning, well aware of the raw sexual animal she found herself transforming into. Unable to reach back and pleasure Savvy, she got her hands under her chest, playing with her own breasts until they ached.

Two, then three fingers, curling and seeking inside her.

Four fingers, thrusting hard. Insistent. Savvy moved beside her and threw an arm around her waist. She felt bare breast snuggled up against her ass and shoved her hips back against the fingers.

"Thas it Katie-Kitty, be a good little dirty nympho," her host-mistress-tormentor-lover praised in a husky voice, cinching up on her waist. Pressure grew, stretching her walls apart, forcing her open and then...

"FUUUCCKKKK!!!" she screamed as Savvy's hand made it past her outer ring and fully into her pussy. She'd never felt so full! Her body clenched and held on to her first fisting, trying to adjust. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

She trembled, trapped, unable to move or even reach back to push Savvy away. For her part, the sweet temptress held on, gently rocking her hand back and forth and rotating her wrist. To her surprise, Katie came again almost instantly. A small orgasm that made her thighs and ass shake.

"Oh god... oh fuck... oh god... oh fuck..." she whimpered over and over at the unusual pleasure she felt in her helplessness.

"Well now," Savvy said before kissing her shaking bottom. "Ah don't know about 'gawd', but I certainly intend to do some fuckin.'"

Given no choice, pliant and willing up until now and completely past any point of return, seduction overwhelmed her and now Katie ached to please this woman by letting her do whatever she wished. Anything to get the chance to repay the torments with equal passion.

No, equal LUST.

Savvy took full control of her body now, pumping and twisting the hand buried in her pussy. Grinding the invading thumb into her G-spot. Using the arm wrapped around her waist to reach underneath and flick and rub her throbbing clit. Even rimming and tongue-fucking her asshole, teasing it with the metal stud in her tongue. When Katie came again, the biggest climax yet would explode out of her.

Soon her hips started jumping, pushing and pulling against Savvy's hand, the pressure of ecstasy building up. Her whole body ached to let go, to let loose the tidal wave of pressure building up inside her. Pressure she bled off every day with her husband and in the shower by herself, but never truly satisfied. She made distressed noises that crept from her stuffed pussy up her belly, made her tits ache and finally escaped her throat, turning her into the animal she felt inside.

"Please..." she begged, unable to bear much more.

"Please whut Kitty?"

"Please can I cum?"

"Please MAY Ah cum whut?"

"Please may I cum Mistress?" she stumbled out.

"Louder."

"Please may I cum Mistress?" Katie said again, well past the edge and losing her mind.

"Louder!"

"PLEASE MAY I CUM MISTRESS SAVANNAH?" she screamed. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She didn't care if the storm outside masked her begging screams or not. She would either orgasm again, or her head would explode.

"Yes, yew may Nympho Kitty."

Permission granted, Savvy pulled her hand out of Katie's pussy and the woman exploded. Months of repressed carnal need forced its way out of every pore and fiber of her being. In a flood not experienced since college, she came so hard she squirted all over Savvy's hand and onto the couch beyond. She thrashed and spasmed as every muscle and nerve in her body erupted at once.

She screamed Savannah's name until her throat hurt.

Katie woke several minutes later nestled in Savannah's arms on the couch, her head nestled against soft C-cup breasts. Slowly tracing the flames and hot rods and celebrities she recognized from old films inked on Savvy's arm, she felt a warm, long-forgotten glow fill her belly.

"Thank you," she finally whispered, barely audible over the continuing winds outside. "I didn't know I needed that."

Savannah took her by the chin and lifted her, gently bringing their lips together in a longer, more languid kiss. When they broke, she brushed stray hairs away from Katie's face and gave her another wide smile.

"Ah think yer bike rides jest got shorter and yer 'exercise' a little more intense."

"What about my husband?"

"What about him? Yew jes keep jumping him every mornin' and he'll be happy. And when yer ready for sumthin' more, I'll introduce you to mah man. What yer boy don't know won't kill'im."

Katie thought about it for a moment. Cuckolding Brian might be what they both needed to put some passion back into their sex life. He'd talked about an open marriage when they started dating, especially about watching her with another woman. Hell, she'd been sleeping with her college girlfriend when they'd met. The timing on getting back into a more open sex life hadn't been available up until now. Might even talk him into swinging once it all comes out. She nodded and smiled.

"Yes Mistress Savannah."

Savvy smiled and kissed her again, squeezing her breast as she did so.

"Good Kitty."