[center][b]Doubly Penetrated by Rick[/b][/center] [center] By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] Let me be clear about one thing. I’m not Rick’s biggest fan. I don’t outright hate the guy, but he’s kind of a slob. I adhere to the fastidious cat stereotype. He’s kinda loud and rowdy. I like it quiet. And don’t get me started on his taste in music. But we share some mutuals and I like his cock. “Hey, Davis. Nice to see ya.” “Hey, Rick.” I step past the towering elephant dude into his apartment. “You’ve still got your pants on, for once.” “Yeah, didn’t expect you to get here so soon.” He says as if he doesn’t spend like every other day bottomless. I’m pretty sure he does, anyway. “You said you were going to run some errands first.” “Already done.” That’s a lie. I’ll pick up my drycleaning later and groceries can wait. At least I grabbed the printer paper before I caved in and came straight here. “Come on, let’s get to the bedroom.” “Getting right to the action like always, huh. You’re always such a horny kitty.” I know the way by now, and he follows. Already pulling down the sweatpants he habitually wears. Can’t be bothered to counter his banter yet. He’s right, and I need this right now. I throw myself down onto the bed and hastily unbuckle my jeans, sliding the denim down bare legs. My sweater follows a second later, then my shirt. A hairless cat needs his layers to stay warm, except when he’s got something else to keep him cozy. Like a horny acquaintance. The fabric clears my line of vision, and Rick fills a good portion of that vision immediately at the foot of the bed. Chunky pachyderm. His rounded gut doesn’t look at all out of place on the rest of him. Probably not even overweight for his kind but no elephant in the history of the world ever looked skinny. Not my usual type. Except for what he’s packing. The clublike organ he’s stroking is massive. Call it two feet and change, a blunt instrument I can only touch thumb and forefinger around when he isn’t fully hard, and only by applying a bit of a squeeze. I devour it with my eyes greedily, the shallow dents in the top third between the muscles he has in there, almost smooth near the tip and wrinkled and rough lower down. Fuck I want that thing. I nearly rip my briefs yanking them off, scooch myself down his bed awkwardly and automatically to put myself on the edge of it. I belatedly realize his sheets are in disarray under me even before I manage to push them onto the floor with my tail as I present my ass just at the edge of the mattress, holding my legs up to give him the easiest access I can. Slob didn’t make his bed today. “Damn.” He trumpets a laugh at my antics, damn my impatience. “You in heat, pussycat?” The taunt doesn’t annoy me as much as the fact that he’s not in my ass yet. I yank out the anal plug I inserted earlier with a wet sucking noise, forcing my ass to relax, and drop it to the floor where it bounces to a stop on his damn bedsheets. “Are you gonna fuck me or not?” “Gotta lube up. Don’t want to break your bussy.” I let my head fall back to the surface of the mattress in exasperation and cringe, refusing to let myself whine in need and not daring to demand he make do with what lubricant is already in my ass. I just have to lie there while my gape clenches on air. God, I feel so empty back there, listening while he grabs a tube of silicone-based off the dresser and squeezes it all over his monstrous elephant wang, willing him to go faster. When I can’t stand it any more and look back up to see how it’s going he looks about halfway done, squeezing another glob of the slick stuff onto a palm and slathering it over his erection. It's at a funny angle, bent, before he jerks it straight again. Doing it for my benefit, maybe. His thing is prehensile, he can move it, if more clumsily than his trunk. It’s not a major part of what I want from him but seeing it heats me up even more because nothing feels quite exactly like it and I associate it with some very nice feelings. “Fuck. That’s enough lube, get over here and get that thing in me!” Bastard takes his time. But any time is too much time, so I’ll give him a pass this time on the basis it could be my greed distorting time. Finally, [i]finally[/i] that blunt tip is pressed against my rim. I groan in anticipation. Past caring much about appearances with what I want so close. Just the tip pressing against my anus, the opening I’ve stretched over the years specifically so I can take something that size. My gape is pressed to a comfortable roundness around the lubed flesh, gliding over it and then pulling suddenly as his width goes just past what I can manage comfortably with the less-extensive preparation I was able to manage despite my impatience. Now I can afford to wait. This is part of the fun, the slow filling up part of the act. My cock- a tiny barbed thing next to Rick’s meat log, but as a cat and a definite bottom I’ve got nothing to prove on that front- jumps, spitting pre onto my stomach as he presses inexorably onto my prostate. And he’s barely in. The pressure on my love button isn’t going to ease up at all for a while, and I’m all for it. It’s smooth now, but- “You are such a fucking slut.” Rick remarks. Just like he has before and certainly will again. “Purr for me, kittyslut.” …Dammit, I started purring, didn’t I. It’s hard to make it a snarl instead, but I’m not letting him score points off me that easy. “”Earn it. Shut up and fuck me.” Around then his cockhead head pops open the first bend in my insides, starting to pull the next curve of my descending colon straight so his rod can squelch further inward. That always hurts just a little bit. But if you haven’t figured out I’m a size queen by now, that’s on you. It’s worth it to watch the bulge of his penetration mound up just at the bottom of my abs. I’m proud of my abs. With my furless body, you can see them pretty darn well. And Rick’s going to ruin the definition wonderfully. Inch after inch of that monster feeds into my ass, faster now that he’s navigated that first corner and my pipes have widened out a bit. To put it crudely, it feels a little like needing to take a massive trip to the restroom. (I’m clean though. Never go into a fuck without cleaning first. Unless you’re into that, I guess.) With a side of painful bloating. But it’s different. The warm throbbing- and that bit of it moving around in there, prehensile dick pulling my inner walls- and just the knowing that I’ve got him inside me makes it different and sexy as all hell. I bear down, squeezing as if to force it out, not that my guts have a chance of expelling this beefy invader. The extra pressure makes him grunt happily and shove a little faster. It’s not something I’ve ever bothered to experience on that end, makes me wonder what that feels like for him. But warm wet ass squeezing and pushing on your hardon can’t be a bad thing, surely. The progress makes me aware again of the grinding against my prostate. Further down where the skin of Rick’s cock is rough and wrinkled and a little looser it’s started catching and pulling on my sphincter, a little more of it squishing in behind the main motion of penetration out of time whenever my hole loosens a fraction. The added texture rubs over my shallows to draw my attention back down there. I leak some more, tubes throbbing under the rough massage. He was right about the added lube. This might feel like sandpaper without a generous helping of the stuff. Fuck that though. Between that and the rising ridge bulging out of by midsection he’s almost halfway in which means- Right on cue the tip of his schlong crests out my belly, pushing out, poking out in a sheath of my innards to stretch out the skin under my breastbone. Just a little at first, a little lump like I’m going to pop out an alien in that movie, then a little more, his maleness bullying my flesh to fit it. Alarming as hell the first time it happened. Now it just makes me leak even harder onto my belly. He jerks his hips a few times, protrusion jerking with him. “I still can’t fucking believe a little guy like you can take me.” Me neither. He’s only a little way away from fully into me now. It’s like I’m a condom stretched over his cock, or at least my gut is. The head of his cock slaps against the front of my breastbone, skin hitting skin. My skin. I couldn’t resist if I wanted. I curl forward, not an easy task with his hardon keeping my midsection straight, bending my neck so I can lick at my belly- at the head of his cock through my belly. “That’s always so fucking hot.” I agree. It’s not like he can feel me lick, there’s too much of my stretched flesh between tongue and cockflesh, but who the hell cares. It’s also hot how he’s panting at it, and he thrusts. The head of his cock hits me on the side of the muzzle hard enough to sting. I welcome it. Overwhelmed I can’t take it anymore. I take the huge protrusion into my mouth, slathering my rough tongue over my own skin. I’m taking that stupid, huge, sexy penis up the ass and sucking it at the same time. Rick isn’t just going to hold still though. With the extra pressure of my maw pressing around his tip he fucks me, hard but in short thrusts to keep that thing in me twice over. Did I mention he’s noisy? He’s practically shouting, exhaled grunts coming over and over again. Grinding over my prostate, the hammering at my mouth, weird feedback of my tongue over my own distorted flesh all merge into an experience that I’m totally addicted to. Ass and mouth fucked by the same hard cock until he can’t take it anymore and I’m in paradise. Rick trumpets loud enough to blow out my hearing if there was room in my head, or anywhere else in me at this point, to care. His cumshot fits the firehose he calls a cock. The sudden forceful flow of jizz balloons the corner of gut nestled into my mouth, just a little, expanding and filling my mouth to capacity. It’s not much before there isn’t any more room and the semen forces itself back along into my insides, flowing along his cock back toward my ass. Jets of it splatter out of my filled asshole onto his thighs, soaking his bedding. Less of it gets forced down the other direction, but enough to bloat me past the point where my intestine is creased over him and under my skin, enough to drown my appendix and bloat me a little more evenly. I’m a wreck. A very, very satisfied, purring, noodly-limbed wreck as the spent elephant pulls out of me. His sheets are utterly ruined the moment his cockhead clears the ruin of my asshole, which is the big reason I come over to his place to fuck instead of calling him to mine. “Love having your ass on call.” Oh, right, that’s addressed to me. There’s something to existence other than the cavernous, ironically fulfilled emptiness of my colon and pleasure endorphins in my head. I don’t know if I actually came, per se- feels like there’s probably some feline juices in my belly button, but that could just be pre milked out of my squished prostate. If there’s any real semen in there, it probably only escaped as he pulled out. Can’t imagine there’s any room for anything to make it out of my tubes when he’s bottomed out. I don’t really care if I came from this or not. It’s fucking intense. “Sure, yeah.” I manage weakly. Someone starts thumping on the roof up above, muffled shouting down at the elephant who shoves me far enough back onto his bed I won’t fall off while he showers. Well, his neighbor, his problem. Sooner or later I’ll need to either find someone else just as hung, or get over our differences, because I don’t think I can live without this. [center]The End[/center]