2 comments/ 29402 views/ 0 favorites The Cat's Whiskers Ch. 01 By: adam applebiter Washday Blues. Kat's hair, lush as it was, couldn't hide her breasts as they shuddered like jello. It wasn't just her bosom, but that was the first part of her that Matt's gaze took in. Predictable really. Her belly quivered too, the deep well of her navel passed briefly under his scrutiny as he followed her body down to the patch of thatch between her spread thighs. He couldn't make out individual hairs: The washing machine she sat on had just stepped up a gear and the vibrations made her crotch a blur of burnt orange. Kat wailed as the speed increased, inadvertently hiding her crotch as she pressed her palms onto the corner of the white enamelled machine to steady herself. The enormous energy of the heavy, spinning drum of the machine seemed to connect directly to her pelvis. Matt watched, hand on bulging jeans as Kat, clearly in the midst of a tremendous orgasm, clung to the machine far longer than the 8 seconds a bronco rider had to manage. He could smell her too: Over the smell of soap powder there was a distinct aroma of musk that was only helping his burgeoning hard-on. It just went on and on. Every time he thought her climax was over, another seemed to grab her by the clit and shake her 'til she screamed. By her fourth, Matt had acquired a handful of dick, which he was pumping hard while imagining licking the sweat off her thighs. There was certainly plenty of work there for him. Kat was shiny with perspiration and Matt could smell what else she was wet with even more strongly now. As the clutch disengaged and the machine slowed, letting Kat finally relax, she opened her eyes and screamed. Matt had been so close too. The shrill shriek, nothing like the guttural cries of her pleasure, brought him back to reality instantly. He let go of his dick like it was suddenly electrified but the rigid thing still stood out from his Levi's, proud and long and with just a hint of moisture making it gleam. Kat's arm flung protectively across her bosom, her legs practically slammed shut on her other hand as she tried to cover herself and still she screamed at him to get out. Stunned, Matt backed into the kitchen, struggling to tuck his too rigid penis away. He sputtered apologetic noises until he reached the back door then broke into a run, back to his pickup. In the driver's seat, he sat, gasping for breath, mind racing. On one hand, it had been an incredible floorshow and he'd be jacking off to it for months. On the other hand, if she called the cops... There was a knock on the window. Startled, Matt banged his head on the roof of the pickup. It was Kat, wrapped in a bright red housecoat. She said something he couldn't hear through the glass so he cranked the window a few inches. "I said, you'd better come back inside." Kat turned and walked away, up the path. Matt couldn't fail to notice that she seemed more than a bit shaky on her legs. He got out of the truck and followed. His jeans still felt too full and the sight of that big round ass swaying a few feet ahead wasn't helping. He was a connoisseur of big booty with a collection of rapper videos on his computer because those big-assed girls in hot pants, practically sitting on the camera and shaking it would have him blowing his wad as fast as any porn flick. Kat had him hard again before he reached the kitchen. Kat was washing her hands when he reached the kitchen door. He hesitated. "Sit down, Matt." "I just popped by to fix that faucet... We arranged it last week...on the phone..." "Coffee?" "Yes please." Coffee? Two minutes ago she was screaming at him and two minutes before that, she was ... just screaming. Matt was now more confused than panicky. He didn't feel much better about that though. "How long were you watching me?" She asked without turning round. Cups clinked on the counter. "A few minutes." "So you liked the show?" "Hell yeah!" "But you didn't cum." "I was about to but you started screaming at me." He was more relaxed now. She didn't sound mad at him. Of course, she could be just keeping him talking until the cops got here but that didn't occur to him. "Cream? Sugar?" "Black with two." He watched as she dropped two spoonfuls of sugar into one cup and, well it must have been half a dozen, into the other, added cream or something like it to that one then brought both cups to the table. Her robe was open enough at the front to afford him another view of her red curls. He stared. His hand idly stroked his bulging pants. "Get it out then." Kat, stood just in front of him with her crotch on show and a steaming cup between her two hands, watched him with lascivious intent. "Here?" "Yes. Now...I've shown you mine. Now it's my turn to see yours. Get it out. I want to see you cum." She sipped her coffee as she watched his hands fumble with his zipper and haul out his dick. It wasn't the biggest she'd seen – her partner packed more – but it wasn't small either and it was certainly hard. Matt didn't take any further urging to start pumping his dick with his fist, staring between Kat's legs. Kat put down her coffee and perched on the edge of the table so that she could spread her legs. As she leant back a little, she knew Matt could now see her slippery labia under her curls. She kept her pussy shaved smooth so Matt must be getting a really good eyeful. The sheer, unadulterated exhibitionism of it made her feel randy. If she hadn't already been practically dripping on the kitchen floor, the juices would definitely be flowing by now. "Ah-ah! Look but don't touch." Kat's admonition stopped his free hand in mid air, inches from her pussy. His busy hand was a blur on his shaft, by turns hiding and revealing the swollen purple plum of his glans as his fist rose and fell in his lap. As Kat watched in avid anticipation, he came with a groan, hips rising slightly off the seat as his tightening balls sent a thick white jet of semen up the front of his shirt. A second spurt spattered his Levi's and a third splashed across Kat's belly and thighs, soiling her robe in the process. As his pumping slowed to a stop, the final dribbles of cum drizzled out over his curled fingers and down his hand like frosting. He panted and relaxed back in his chair, still looking at her pussy. Kat was impressed. What she'd taken for a .38 special, had turned out to be more .44 magnum when it went off. She wondered if there was anything left in the chamber? Did she feel lucky? Yes. She definitely felt lucky. "Well! Will you look at the mess? And I thought you said you didn't take cream in your coffee." She observed that one wayward drop of Matt's ejaculation was now floating in his cup. "Sorry." Was all he could manage by way of witty repartee. "I'm a nurse. Cleaning up body fluids is nothing new. You'd better get those things off and let me wash them." She held up the hem of her robe and scrutinized it. "This too, I think." Kat stood and slipped her cum spattered robe from her shoulders, noting in passing that Matt's gaze had risen with her and he was again staring at her tits. Her nipples crinkled. Kat had sensitive tits that enjoyed attention. While Matt peeled off his shirt, Kat took her robe into the utility room and busied herself emptying the previous wash load into a basket. As she turned to put it aside, she saw Matt standing naked in the doorway, leering at her ass. She didn't hurry straightening up, figuring that the more he saw, the sooner he'd be ready to deliver on what she'd promised herself. Matt had admired that big, round ass when it swayed up the path, earlier. Now it was presented in a much more appealing fashion and he was really enjoying the view. He wanted to slap it just to watch it wobble. He wondered what it would take to get Mrs B on her knees, spreading those butt cheeks for him. "Sorry I screamed at you before. It was a hell of a shock. That's all. I forgot you were calling by." Kat took his bundled clothes and tossed them into the machine with her robe. She set the dial for the shortest wash cycle and started it. "I guess I shoulda knocked but I heard the washing machine and the door was open so..." "So you just walked in and caught me curing those washday blues." Matt's eyes twinkled. "It the biggest damn vibrator I've ever seen." "Ain't it just?" Kat reached for his now semi-rigid dick, kneading it gently. "And because of this messy little guy, I'm gonna get another go in a few minutes." She felt him twitch in her hand and smiled. "You can touch now, if you like." Matt didn't need a second invitation. He moved closer, forcing her back until her butt pressed against the washing machine. His hand delved between her thighs, found its way between her lips and two fingers plunged into her, feeling just how wet she was from her bronco ride. His other hand seized one breast, squeezing it as he pushed her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Kat gasped and opened her mouth. His mouth pressed over hers, his tongue intruding as deeply and as vigorously as his fingers. Her fingers were now in possession of an exceedingly firm dick which, it occurred to her, was a waste as there was a much better way to hold it. "Y'know, Mrs. B, I can make that machine vibrate more for you." Matt stopped kissing her as an idea struck him. "You can? How?" Kat liked the sound of that. "It's easy. Just a minute." He extracted his fingers from her pussy and stuck them in his mouth, enjoying the taste of her juices as he sucked his fingers clean. "Mmm. I need a wrench." He went to his tool bag, still by the kitchen door, where he'd put it when he arrived, and returned with an adjustable wrench. Lying on the floor with his erection waving about unheeded, he adjusted the wrench around one foot of the washing machine and twisted it a few times, shortening the little screw-in leg. "There you go!" He said, standing again. "Now, if you just hop up there and wait for the spin cycle, you'll get the ride of your life." Kat complied, planting her ass as close to the edge as she dared, so that she could spread her legs for him. Adam was just the right height to push his dick between her pussy and the machine until his balls pressed against the control panel on the front. They kissed some more, waiting for the spin cycle to start. The pressure and heat of her pussy along the top of his dick was keeping him rigid and ready for action. It helped that Kat was rocking her hips slowly, massaging his dick and trying to press her clit onto it as much as possible. The machine under them vibrated gently as it tumbled its load to and fro. The spin cycle started, the drum sped up and the machine began to shake violently - Much more violently than Kat was used to. It almost dislodged her – would have, but for Matt's grip on her legs, pushing her back onto the enamel top. His dick popped free but Kat didn't care: As her pussy pressed into direct contact with the machine, the vibrations coursed through her like never before. "Lean forward." Matt urged. Kat had to rely on Matt to support her as she did what he suggested. Leaning forward pressed her clit into direct contact with the vibrating surface, making her moan with pleasure. It was wonderful. Not having to hold on as the giant vibrator drove her from one screaming orgasm to another...and another...and another... After the fourth, she slipping off the machine into Matt's strong arms. He lowered her gently to the floor and lay on top of her, slipping his too long neglected dick into her pussy and pumping hard with his hips. Kat was too tired to do little more than lie there and let him fuck her. A few feet away, the machine shook on noisily. It drowned out the grunt as Matt quickly came inside her, hot semen filling all the nooks and crannies and oozing out past his dick. Despite her exhaustion, Kat very nearly came again. "So what did you do to my machine?" Kat asked. They were sitting naked in the kitchen drinking coffee at last. "The feet on those things are adjustable because the machines have to be level or they shake noisily. All I did was deliberately put yours off balance. You like it?" "Sure do. Thank you." "It was my pleasure. Anytime." "It was my pleasure too." Kat thought anytime might turn out to be real soon. She'd not really been able to appreciate his dick this afternoon. "How long will my clothes be? I have to get home." "Your Jeans won't be dry for hours." "I have a boiler suit in the pickup but I can't go out there dressed like this." He gestured at his nudity. "I'll put some clothes on and go fetch it for you. Drink your coffee." Kat left. She was gone only long enough to pull on a T shirt and some jogging pants. Matt handed her the truck keys and told her where to look. Ten minutes later, Matt was on his way home to tell his girlfriend he'd got wet fixing a burst pipe and that Mrs. B had kindly offered to wash his wet things. He'd collect them tomorrow when he went back to finish the repair. All the way home, he thought about Kat's ginger pubes and how, tomorrow, he'd bury his face in them and tongue fuck her until she came in his mouth. The brief taste he'd already had had been good, but he wanted much more. A blowjob would be nice too, or a tittie-fuck. Those big soft titties were perfect for squeezing around a dick... "What's wrong with that washing machine?" Kat's partner asked as its new, noisier, spin cycle intruded on the dinnertime conversation. "I don't know. It started doing that this afternoon." Kat replied innocently. "You should call someone to fix it." "I'll ask Matt to look at it tomorrow, when he comes to fix the faucet." "I thought he was supposed to do that today." "Something came up and he was too busy." Kat said, reflecting on what was likely to come up again tomorrow. The machine finished its third load of the day. The Cat's Whiskers Ch. 02 [Kat] I haven't felt this excited since the high school prom. If I'd known how much fun adultery could be, I'd have been having more than fantasies in the afternoon all this time. I hurried home from the mall, practically threw the groceries into the cupboards and threw myself into the shower. Matt was due in under an hour and I didn't think he'd be late: not after yesterday's fun and games. It's easy for a girl to lose track of time in the shower. Warm suds feel so good, especially when you're thinking about why you're washing there... and there...and... Matt found me pressed into the corner of the enclosure with the jets pressed against my crotch and two fingers pressed knuckle deep in my ass. "Don't you ever stop playing with yourself?" He opened the enclosure door. Startled, I yanked my fingers free. "No, Baby. Don't stop on my account." He leered at my ass, gesturing with his own two fingers. Way past being shy in front of Matt, I stuck my fingers back where they belonged and pressed the showerhead closer over my clit, gasping as the hot needles caressed it. As fast as he could get out of his boiler suit, Matt stepped close behind me. Grabbing my tits and finding my nipples hard, he pinched both roughly, twisting them until I gasped loudly. His already hard dick pressed against the back of my hand as I probed my ass, digging as deep as I could as I came, trembling in his grasp. Matt was the first man ever to see me ass fuck myself. My partner has never shown the slightest interest in such things -- a major gap in my sex life that has been regularly filled by my fingers but, never before for an audience. I thought Matt was kneeling to recover the showerhead that had clattered to the floor as I came. Instead, I felt his hands on my butt. "Pull 'em out." He husked. I obliged, letting my fingers slip from my soapy sphincter, figuring he wanted to see me gape like in the movies. I was half right. He watched my anus contract back for a couple of seconds then stuck his tongue in. I yelped. Dicks, yes; fingers, yes; but a tongue in my ass was so dirty. He alternated deep probing, rapid circling and long, rough catlicks between my butt cheeks. It felt awesome. My hand went straight to my clit, strumming it like a banjo. Three of Matt's fingers pushed between my splayed thighs and into my pussy. He wasn't gentle about it, but I'd have screamed with frustration if he had been. "Don't stop!" I almost did scream as he pulled his face away from my ass, just when I was ready to come again. His fingers left me feeling empty too as he scrambled to his feet and guided the hot head of his dick to where his tongue had been. "Where d'you want it Mrs B?" Matt husked in my ear, pressing me hard against the tiles. "Cunt or ass?" "Fuck my ass." I whimpered, still teetering on the threshold of orgasm. Matt pushed hard. My ass resisted painfully for a moment then capitulated, swallowing him until his balls slapped against my pussy lips. I moaned with lust as he pumped his hips. My forestalled second orgasm finally hit me, making me whimper but Matt was nowhere near coming. He drove that lovely dick into me regardless. I couldn't have made him stop, if I tried. I didn't try. I just hung, impaled on his dick as he reminded me what my ass had been missing. When he came inside me, in three huge spasms, we both sank to the floor. "Have you come to fix the faucet?" I asked. Matt burst out laughing. "And anything else that's leaking." "Like my ass for instance?" "I like your ass a lot. Got a cream pie going on down there?" He urged me onto all fours -- not easy in a shower enclosure - and watched as I squeezed out all I could of his jism. I could feel the hot stuff oozing down over my pussy. It felt filthy. I felt filthy, but in a good way. Matt retrieved the showerhead and hosed me down. When he'd seen enough, he helped me up and we washed each other properly. I took a long time over his dick, the upshot of which was that he was rock hard again before we got out of there. [Matt] Who knew Mrs B was such a slut? And I mean that in a good way. Every guy I know wants a woman who'll get down and dirty at the drop of a hat, but usually that means the drop of a billfold too. I wonder if there's anything this woman isn't into? "Mrs B?" I was towelling her ass. What an ass! "Matt. You've gotta start calling me Kat." "Ok...Kat?" "Yes." "D'you often fuck the hired help?" "You're the first. Why? D'you think I should try to pluck the paperboy's cherry?" "I just wondered." "Matt, I'd never been unfaithful until yesterday and only then because you caught me in flagrante and... well you were there. You know how it was." "Fuckin' awesome is how it was." "It was fun, wasn't it?" She was tucking her towel into her cleavage. I was doing my best to keep a hand under it. "Yeah. But it's about time we got to fuck properly, which way's the bed?" I got both hands inside the towel and drew her close to kiss her. "Mmm. You'd best go fix that faucet first. I'll be waiting." She pushed away from me and slapped my bare ass. "Go on. Git!" It took about five minutes to put a new washer in the faucet then I was back up the stairs two at a time, dick still swinging free, looking for Mrs B... Kat. Kat and Matt: we sounded like a double act for children's parties. She was on her back, legs apart, running a comb through her ginger curls when I found her. I crawled between her feet to watch. "D'you think I should shave this?" She twirled one lock of curls around a finger. I was more interested in the pink I could see a bit lower down. "I think you should sit on my face." "Pussy! That's all you want." She badly faked exasperation. "Not true. I want your ass too, and your titties...and fifty bucks for the fixing the faucet." I moved to lie beside her, on my back with my dick standing proud, hoping she'd shut up and do as she was told. Kat laughed and straddled my face, slowly lowering that big, round ass down. As her pussy pressed against my mouth, I lapped at it. Her butt was plenty big enough to eclipse all the light in the room until she leaned forward, careful not to dislodge my tongue. When I felt moist lips encircling my erection, I figured she knew what I expected. I pressed my face against her, working my tongue up her hole and getting a mouthful of pussy juice for my efforts. Her tongue wasn't idle either. My hips bucked off the bed every time she ran it over my sensitive glans. All I could think was that she'd better fuckin' swallow the lot. With a mouthful of pussy and her tongue wrapped around my dick, I came hard and without warning, squirting all over the back of her throat. She swallowed it down and ground her ass harder against my face, pinning me to the pillows so I could only move my tongue, still deep inside her pussy. Kat tormented me with her tongue, making me writhe by teasing the hypersensitive tip of my dick, making me gasp -- something which obviously felt good against her crotch because it made her come, grinding down hard on my mouth. "You've got something on your chin." She said, through panting breaths as she laid top to toe beside me. I smirked. I could feel that my face was slick with her juice from the bridge of my nose down. Rolling over, I found her damp towel on the floor and wiped my face clean again. "Mrs B, that was delicious. What's for dessert?" Her legs were still apart and I was toying with her sticky curls. "You've already had dessert." She chuckled. "Cream pie. Remember? Would you like coffee? Before you go?" I settled for coffee in the kitchen, me dressed in my finest skin, Mrs B in her red robe again. I reached over as she sat down and drew open the sash. "I like looking at your titties." "So I've noticed." Mrs B didn't attempt to close her robe though and her nipples perked up visibly. "You're not really going to kick me out after coffee, are you? I was kinda lookin' forward to the hat trick." "Hat trick?" She was genuinely puzzled. "Scoring three times in one match. A hat trick." "Is this just a sport then?" "Sure. I've already got a girlfriend. You've got Mr B. This is just fun-fucking." "I'm glad you realize that. I had worried you might want more." "I do want more. I want to fuck you again." "You know what I meant." "Sure. And you know what I meant. Now finish your coffee and get back up those stairs." I drained my own mug and stood up. That is, the rest of me stood up. Part of me had been standing up the whole time I'd been ogling Mrs B's titties. Mrs B... I don't think I'll get used to calling her Kat... Put down her coffee and led me upstairs by my handle. Turning in the bedroom, in one motion, her robe slid to the floor, her arms went around my neck and her body pressed up against me as she opened her mouth and kissed me, deeply. We shuffled to the foot of the bed without breaking for air and went from vertical to horizontal without any effort save a little help from Isaac Newton. Her legs parted under me, spread and rose until she could cross her ankles over my butt. I grabbed myself and guided my dick to the right spot, easing my hips forward and sinking slowly into her hot hole until I could go no deeper. Still we kissed, moving slowly, stirring the pot without letting it boil. [Kat] For all my kinky side, I'm a little bit submissive at heart and, vanilla it may be, but I do like the missionary position. There really is no substitute for being under a man, feeling his weight on me and his hardness in me. Slow or fast, it's all good. Matt went really slow, putting more effort into kissing than fucking. It was just what I wanted. His hairy chest felt ticklishly good against my tits and his rough hands, caressing wherever they could reach, made me tingle all over. I let one of my own hands trail down his spine, barely touching him with the tips of my nails, making his back arch and his dick press harder into me. I think Matt must have found every single erogenous zone I have. Sometimes I'm not too happy with my curves but Matt was certainly a cure for that. He manifestly enjoyed every inch of my body and, lets be honest, there's a lot to enjoy. This was the best I'd felt about myself in years and I wanted it to go on and on. Nothing boosts a girl's confidence like being desired. I enjoyed Matt's body too. The first time I saw him, he was stripped to shorts and gleaming with sweat, cutting a hedge for our neighbours. That was last summer. He was less tanned now but just as conspicuously masculine. He was getting sweaty again too. I raked his rock buns with my nails, spurring him into a higher gear and got on with getting properly fucked. My first orgasm grabbed all my attention and seized Matt's dick, making him increase his pace yet further, keeping me climaxing steadily for the longest time. One orgasm ran seamlessly into another, building in intensity until I was screaming in ecstasy. At the very height of my pleasure, I felt Matt's own climax flood my pussy. He slowed to a stop and lay heavily on me softening inside me. I let the poor guy rest awhile, stroking his hair and feeling very mellow and sated. At some point I dozed off. [Matt] Mrs B looked terrific, asleep on her bed, legs still apart and with my cum dribbling out of her pussy. I nipped into the shower to get cleaned up, found my boiler suit where I left it and got presentable again. I would have let her sleep but I didn't dare risk Mr B finding her spread across a pool of jism. That'd be a bad thing. So I sat on the bed and gently shook her awake. "Mrs B. I gotta get going. Where did you leave my shirt and pants from yesterday?" "Huh? Oh. They're on top of the washer, ready for you." She sat up slowly. "Let me show you out." She made to stand up. I retrieved her robe and held it for her. In the kitchen, Mrs B. reached for her purse and rummaged through it. "For the faucet." She pressed three $20 bills into my hand. "Thank you Mrs B." I got out my billfold to put away the money. She waved away the ten bucks change: I didn't argue. "See you soon." I picked up my toolbox and opened the back door. "Matt." "Yes Mrs B?" "I told you to call me Kat. I think the sink might be blocked up next Tuesday. I hope you won't be too busy to rod it for me." "I'll make sure I'm not." I closed the door, thinking that next Tuesday, I definitely wanted that tittie fuck I'd promised myself. The Cat's Whiskers Ch. 03 "More coffee?" Kat finished pouring one for herself and gestured at JJ's cup with the pot. "Mmm...Thanks." He accepted around a mouthful of toast. He swallowed and continued. "The waste in the bathroom basin's blocked." "I know. I'll call Matt this morning and see when he can come fix it." Of course it was blocked. She'd said, last week, that it would be. "Better ask him to cut the grass too. They're predicting another wet weekend and I won't have time this week." "I'll be sure to ask him. Anything else?" She gestured at his empty plate. "No thanks Honey. I better get going. Busy day today." He stood, kissed Kat briefly en passant and picked up his briefcase as he went through the door. Kat cleared the table, humming to herself as she contemplated her day. Dishes done, she put a load in the washing machine and started the cycle. It'd be at least half an hour before it got into its spin cycle: Time enough to call Matt. Matt had remembered it was Tuesday and kept the whole day free. When the call came, he was parked a block away, waiting in his truck with a pretty respectable hard-on, daydreaming about that tittie-fuck he'd promised himself. Five minutes after the call he was closing the back door behind him and peeling off his shirt as he took the stairs two at a time. Kat heard his hasty steps and called to him. "In the bathroom." Matt was struggling with his belt buckle as he strode into the bathroom and found Kat fully dressed. He paused to look her up and down, noting how her tight jeans were pulled up into her crotch to create some major camel toe. Her blouse was quite formal but sheer enough to show her bra through the fabric. There were those lovely, soft titties, pushed together to make the sort of deep cleavage you just want to press your face into. "That's the blocked basin." She pointed to the basin, half full of clean water. The level was dropping ever so slowly. Kat studiously ignored Matt's state of undress and his blatant ogling of her tits and crotch. Unsure what the game was to be, but willing to play along, Matt watched the last of the water seep away then got on the floor and unfastened the trap. "There's the problem." Matt held out a handful of curly ginger hairs. His eyes lingered on Kat's camel toe, now conveniently at eyeball height. "Did you leave any?" "Not one." Kat was acutely aware of the fabric between her newly shaved labia. If she had to walk further than the bedroom in these jeans, she'd be leaking through them. "I had to get you here somehow." "There's easier ways to get me here." "I know. JJ asked if you'd cut the grass too." "Seems to me, you already have." Matt looked at his hand. Kat's pubes looked like a rusty pan-scrub. He cocked his head on one side, listening. "Washday?" "Yes." "I'd better get on with the grass then, while you're doing the laundry." Matt got off the bathroom floor and walked past Kat to the door. "Matt?" "Yes Mrs B?" He turned back to her and got hit by an attention seeking missile. Kat pinned him to the jamb and did her level best to suck the life out of him. One of the advantages of being a curvy girl was being quite strong. Matt could probably have pushed her off him, if he'd tried, but... why? They sank to the floor, still kissing and groping. Kat's deft fingers had his jeans open in seconds and curled possessively around his dick. She was pleased to find him hard and ready to come out and play. Kat twisted herself slightly to allow Matt to reach her zipper and sighed as her tight jeans parted. They'd been too tight really. Matt's rough fingers dug into the soft, smooth flesh of her pubis, checking for stubble and finding none. His other hand was failing to push her jeans down further, prompting Kat to let go of him and stand up to undress properly. She was in too much of a hurry for all that fumbling. In short order, she'd peeled her jeans down and kicked them off while Matt scrambled out of his own. She stood in front of him, bare from the waist down, letting him see her denuded pussy properly. He must have been able to see the moisture forming like dewdrops on her pink bits because he leant forward, reaching for her ass and pulling her hard against his face. Kat gasped as his stubbly top lip scoured the front of her labia and his quick tongue burrowed between them. She rested her hands on his head, pushing him harder against her, grinding her pussy against his face, desperate for her long awaited first orgasm. Matt slurped at her wet folds, nuzzling at her clitoral hood, feeling the tiny bud of her clitoris chafe against his filtrum. Sensing how close to coming she was – the gasps and moans were a clue – he let his fingers probe under her buttocks until one found and massaged her anus. As soon as he touched it, he moved back a fraction and lashed her clit with the tip of his tongue until the screaming subsided and Kat's legs buckled under her. Kat cried out her pleasure as her orgasm boiled through her. Her hands were no longer holding Matt's face to her crotch so much as stopping her collapsing. The heat in her abdomen just built and built until she thought she'd spontaneously combust. Then she stopped thinking entirely and just howled at the ecstatic release, her pulsing vagina squirting fluid over Matt's chin that ran in trickles down his bare chest. Eventually, after a brief eternity of orgasmic delirium, she came down, sinking down to the bathroom floor, panting, with her legs still open and her bare pink pussy gaping and wet between her pale thighs. Matt dropped down between her knees, lapping at the glistening traces on her inner thighs, and pubis. He carefully avoided her pussy, cleaning her with his tongue as she caught her breath. "Fuck me." Kat husked, touching his hair to get his attention. Matt grinned at her from crotch level then lunged, catching his weight on outstretched arms a moment before landing on her. He kissed her violently as he poked at her crotch with his rampant erection. Kat's fingers intercepted his dick and guided it to the spot. As she relaxed her grip, Matt thrust. Their pelvises collided and his balls came to rest against her butt. He gyrated his hips slowly, stirring the pot, before starting to pump slowly but forcefully in and out. Kat raised her knees and crossed her ankles over his back, the better to accommodate him. She moaned against his neck and whispered words of lust and encouragement in his ear while her blouse yielded to deft fingers. Her bra was more of a problem – she was lying on the clasp. Later. Matt's stroke rate was increasing and Kat was finding it hard to think of anything right now, except the hot rod impaling her and the familiar warmth of an impending climax. With a low groan, Matt hosed her cervix, pumping her pussy urgently as his jism pumped out of him. Kat came with him, her pulsing pussy milking him and holding his dick tight inside her as she bucked under him. With a sigh of contentment, Matt rolled off her, slick dick still stiff, pointing up at the ceiling. As Kat watched, it toppled slowly sideways like a felled tree. Slowly, it shrank and softened, weeping one more drop of cum as it died. "Thank you, Matt. I needed that." Kat had been brought up to always remember her manners. "My pleasure Mrs B. My pleasure." He turned his head to smirk at her. "I think I'm gonna change my name to Mellors. Beggin' your pardon m'lady." Matt mockingly pulled on the peak of a non-existent cloth cap. "Mellors?" "Lady Chatterley?" Matt still only got a blank look. "There's a famous book by this English guy, D H Lawrence. It was banned for years. Lady Chatterley's Lover. 'Bout this rich bitch who fucks the gamekeeper." "And the gamekeeper was called Mellors?" "Exactly." "But I'm not a rich bitch – ok, so half that's true – and you're not a gamekeeper." "I'm game for anything though." Matt winked and reached for a lace covered breast, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "And you like to fuck the hired help." "Only you." "And the washing machine." "Don't knock it. It brought us together." "True. And it's building up speed right now. Listen." "I hear it, but I need some rest first. You want to watch me ride it again?" "Not today. I'm gonna get a bed under you and fuck these titties." Matt squeezed Kat's breast again. "After you've cut the grass...maybe." "OK." Matt got to his feet, pulled on his jeans and sneakers, leering at Kat, supine on the floor, before stepping over her and practically running down the stairs, still shirtless. Kat got off the floor when she heard the mower start up. Looking from the bedroom window, she could see Matt pushing the noisy machine up and down the garden, his torso glistening with sweat. It was a hot day and he looked magnificently fit in the sunlight. She decided she had time for a shower before Matt came to collect his reward. Unfastening her bra – the only garment she'd still got on – she pressed her breasts together and looked down at them, imagining the shiny, broad plum of Matt's dick emerging from between them. With that pleasant image in her mind, she showered. When she returned to her bedroom, towelling dry as she walked, Kat had a kinky idea. She tucked the towel into her cleavage to free up her hands then, taking the cord off her robe, Kat tied a slipknot on either end and threaded the ends through the headboard of the big, brass bedstead. She found JJ's robe on the back of the door and relieved it of its cord too, threading it through the footboard. Dropping her towel, Kat bounced onto the mattress and tied her own ankles to the foot of the bed as wide as she could. Lying back, she put her hands through the slipknots and pulled against them to cinch her wrists. There! Staked out, ready for ravishing. She suspected Matt would know what to do. She shook her red hair to spread it out over the pillows and laid back to wait for Matt. Kat must have dozed off because she didn't hear the mower go quiet. She didn't hear the hasty ascent of the stairs or the gasp that escaped Matt's lips when he walked into the bedroom and saw the place that had been prepared for him. Kat was even unaware of the bed moving as Matt clambered between her spread legs. What did wake her was a long stem of grass – One that Matt had been idly chewing on – a long stem of grass twirling against her clit. That woke her with a start! "Had a nice catnap?" Matt asked, twirling the grass against her sensitive bud again. "Mmm... you smell sweaty." "I am sweaty. It's hot out there. Mrs Lufkin brought me out a glass of lemonade. Very neighbourly. D'you think she noticed that this sticky stuff-" He touched his matted chest hairs "wasn't perspiration?" "I doubt it... Please don't tease me." Kat was squirming to get away from the tickling blade of grass. "What would she think if she knew?" Merciless, Matt teased her clitoral hood some more, enjoying watching Kat writhe. "D'you think she needs... servicing too?" He trailed the grass down between her pouting inner lips, spinning it between finger and thumb. Kat almost levitated at that. "Bastard!" "You don't fancy sharing my dick?" He focused on teasing her clit again. "Stop teasing me!" Kat wailed, writhing under the grass' caress. "Who's teasing? Mrs. Lufkin is a fine looking woman." "Not her! You can fuck who you want. Stop teasing my Pussy!" Kat's voice was desperate. "What's the magic word?" "PLEASE!" Kat relaxed as the grass instantly stopped. "Now tell me what you want." Matt got off the bed to take his jeans off. Kat wanted to be fucked hard but she knew what Matt wanted first. "Fuck my titties, Matt." Beaming, Matt straddled her belly, slapping his hard-on down between her bosoms and pushing two heavy handfuls of tit together around his dick. Rocking his hips, He started to pump between Kat's tits. Looking down, she could see his glans peeking out at her, disappearing and reappearing with each stroke. Matt massaged her nipples with the balls of his thumbs as he tittie-fucked her: They responded, becoming even harder, more erect. Kat found her untouched pussy even more frustrating than Matt's tickling had been but, looking at Matt's face, she could tell he was having a lot of fun. Well, he'd earned it. "Come on my face." She said, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. If he delivered his usual load, she was gonna have to wash her hair again but so what? As if on command, Matt arched his back and spurted a thick rope of semen across her face. His second shot hit her open mouth. He watched Kat lick it off her lips, still pumping between her breasts, smearing the last of his orgasm the length of her cleavage and riding on the slick trail. As he started to soften, Matt let go of her titties and surveyed his handiwork. Kat's bosom was slick with semen and her face was covered with pearls of it. She reached as much as she could with her tongue, knowing how exciting he must find it, seeing her lap up his cum. Twisting one hand free of its bonds, she mopped more cum off her chin and into her mouth. The sight of her sucking one finger clean was enough to get a twitch out of Matt's dick. Good! She needed him hard again. Matt leant over and untied her other hand, then her feet. By the time she was free, he was almost up for it again. "Suck it." He waved the half-hearted erection in front of her face. Kat parted her lips and encircled his plum, working the tip of it with her tongue while she fondled his balls. When he was hard enough for her needs and starting to thrust at her mouth, Kat spat out his dick and turned, presenting her ass to him. Matt admired her whisker-free pussy. The ginger curls had been nice too but this was better. He put his plum right at the entrance to her hole and eased it in until his balls came to rest against her knuckles. Kat was rubbing her clit. She'd been leaking love-lube and the cleft of her ass was shiny with juices. Matt massaged them around her anus with his thumb, pushing it gently but persistently into her ass. Kat's hips gyrated against his pelvis, fucking herself. He just had to stay still and enjoy the ride, but that wasn't Matt's style. "Giddyup Mrs Lufkin." He yelled, slapping Kat's butt cheek hard. Then "Yee Hah!" as Kat bucked under him. Thumb deep in her ass, Matt hung on as Kat tried to pull away, pulling her back hard, every time she got a couple of inches from freedom. Hard as she struggled, Matt wasn't to be dislodged, which suited Kat just fine. Being ridden hard was what she'd needed. Still, He'd pay for that name slip. Coming, she lost the will to fight but Matt picked up where she'd left off, thrusting hard into her, forcing her face into the pillows with every stroke. Kat whimpered in ecstasy as a second orgasm followed close on the heels of the first, making her insides quiver and her vagina throb around Matt's marvellously resilient erection. As Kat's second climax faded, Matt pulled out both his thumb and his dick, pressing the latter where the former had been. With a minimum of effort, he slid into her rectum, fucking her ass briskly for a few seconds before ejaculating deep inside her. Matt was quite literally drained. Pulling out his dick, he flopped down on the bed. Kat rolled against him and snuggled close. She too was past banter. Some time later, Matt noticed that Kat was sleeping. Careful not to wake her, he disentangled himself from her arms and got off the bed. Picking up her damp towel as he passed, Matt went into the bathroom to shower. He was dressed, including his shirt, when he gently shook Kat awake. "I gotta get goin', Mrs B." He said, bending close over her. She hooked an arm around his neck and drew him closer. He kissed her gently and left. Kat rolled over, pressing one hand over her smooth pussy and practically purring to herself with contentment. Three blocks down the road, Matt realized that he hadn't got paid for cutting the grass. He grinned at the prospect of picking up his money later in the week. Besides, he had got his tittie-fuck and – he patted the ginger pubes, wrapped in toilet tissue in his shirt pocket – he had the Kat's whiskers. The Cat's Whiskers Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Sorority sisters are doing it for themselves "Matt, this is Rae, my college roomie. Rae, Matt's my new lover." Kat made introductions in the garden. The two women had been sunning themselves when he'd turned up to cut the grass. He hadn't seen Kat for a fortnight, since the last time the grass needed cutting, and had been looking forward to a pretty hot afternoon until he saw she had company. Hearing Kat own up to their -- call it a relationship -- their relationship, Matt's jaw dropped. "Relax Honey." Kat said to him, gently squeezing the crotch of his shorts. "Rae's from Alabama. She's visiting while her husband's on a fishing trip with JJ. She doesn't know anyone in this town to tell. Our secret's safe with her. Besides, we fooled around a fair bit in college. We girls have no secrets from each other." Kat felt Matt's dick twitch at the mention of her sexual relationship with Rae. So predictable. Guys loved the idea of bi-sexual girls. She let go of his shorts and stepped away from him. "Lemonade?" The question was addressed to both Matt and Rae. "I'd love some, Mrs B." Matt answered, glad to have something to discuss other than... Well, just glad of the change of subject. "Rae?" "What? Oh, sure. Lemonade would be great. Want a hand in the kitchen?" Rae had been shocked by Kat's blatancy too. "Nah. You two relax. I'll be a minute. Two at the most." Kat walked into the kitchen with Matt's eyes following her Lycra clad ass the whole way. When she disappeared into the shadows, he realized his hand had strayed to the bulge in his shorts. Instantly, he let go of himself, like his dick was an electric eel. He caught Rae's wry smile and blushed. The silence was most definitely of the uncomfortable kind. Matt struggled for something to say to break the ice but "So you're from Alabama?" was too banal after the way they'd been introduced and he wasn't about to say, "So you've eaten Mrs B's pussy too." And that was precisely what he was thinking. The fact the silence was uncomfortable is not to say they didn't take the opportunity to check each other out. Rae could smell the perspiration that leant a sheen to Matt's bare arms and legs and appreciated the bulges in his t-shirt almost as much as the bulge in his shorts. Matt had the better part of the bargain. There was a lot more of Rae on view than there was of him. She was wearing a tiny yellow bikini of the sort only wearable if you have basically no pubes to cover. His gaze lingered on the tiny WW label on her crotch and the clear profile of her labia. The thoughtful manufacturers had put a seam right up the middle of her briefs so that camel toe was compulsory. "Lemonade." Kat handed him a tall, cold glass, snapping his attention away from Rae. Kat had noticed but chose not to notice, so to speak. "Thanks, Mrs B." Matt emptied the glass in two long swallows. "I'd better get on with the grass." He turned and strode back to his mower. "I'll do the front first." Matt disappeared back around the house. About a minute later they heard the mower cough into life. When Kat was certain Matt couldn't hear them, she asked "Well?" "Well, he sure as hell beats my vibrator." Kat almost sprayed lemonade everywhere. "Ain't that the truth?" "Don't you feel guilty, though? Cheating on JJ?" "No." "Not at all?" "No. Matt does things to me that JJ's never shown any interest in. You don't feel your cheating on your toaster when you use a waffle iron." "What sort of things?" "Well he eats pussy until I come, not just until I'm wet enough to stick it in. That's a real treat." "Ok. I can see that. What else?" Rae had decided if she had to know Kat's guilty secret, she wanted to know all of it. "Well, the first time... Matt caught me riding the washing machine. He likes to watch me get off. JJ would have thrown a fit but Matt just got his dick out and started jerking off too." "Riding the washing machine?" "On its spin cycle. It vibrates like you wouldn't believe." "And Matt caught you at it?" Rae was having a hard time picturing all this. "And jerked off." "Kat, you are one sick little kitty." "If I'm so sick, how come your nipples are crinkling? Huh?" "'Coz it is kinda sexy listening to you. It's like reading porn, 'cept I know you really did all this kinky shit. What else have you two got up to?" "Anal. Matt really likes that. Tit-fucking, blowjobs of course. About the only place he hasn't fucked me so far is my belly button, though sometimes it feels like he's trying to burrow back out through it." Kat smiled as she recalled the ferocity of their last fuck. "Jesus Christ on a bicycle!" "JJ's bigger in the pants department, but Matt really knows how to use what he's got. It's like... Would you prefer three scoops of vanilla or two scoops of Chunky Monkey?" "More hunky than chunky, from what I saw." "And the best bit is JJ pays him by the hour. It's nice to have such a thoughtful husband." Kat said. They were both still giggling when the mower went silent. "We'd better move off the grass." Kat stood and gathered up her things from the lawn. Rae followed her lead and they relocated themselves on the deck by the kitchen door. They were just settling back down on the sun beds when Matt trundled the mower round the corner. His shirt was draped over the handles and his tanned torso was glistening in the sunlight. He glanced across to them, nodded and pulled on the starter cord. The mower drowned out everything else and effectively ended the conversation. The girls contented themselves with watching Matt push the mower up and down the lawn, pausing periodically to empty the grass box into a sack. When he got close to the deck, Kat nonchalantly reached over, putting her hand behind Rae's neck and tugging open the bow of her halter. Rae instinctively cupped her own breasts to keep them covered, which Matt noticed. When Kat undid her own top and pulled it down, freeing her tits, Matt's shorts started to look distinctly too tight. "What the hell." Rae said to herself and let her hands drop, taking the yellow bikini with them and baring her boobs. Her nipples were, she had to concede, bullet hard. Kat and Rae watched Matt walking behind the mower with a major erection tenting his pants. By the time he cut the engine, there was a dark spot where pre-cum had seeped through his shorts. What shocked Rae most was not the situation but her part in it. She'd been what Kat called vanilla since college but two days in Kat's company and she was flashing the gardener and didn't care that he'd probably be jacking off thinking about her later. Kat was a bad influence, that's all there was to it. * When Matt had finished the lawn, he came and sat with them, still sporting a conspicuous erection and, having given up on surreptitiously peeking at Rae's tits and bits, openly ogled them. He felt optimistic about his afternoon after all. "What do I owe you, Matt?... Matt?" Kat had to raise her voice to be heard over the throbbing of testosterone in his ears. "What? Oh. Thirty bucks." His eyes only momentarily left Rae. He was looking at her crotch again by the time Kat reached the house. Rae had never been so objectified. She knew she should be really offended on behalf of women everywhere but she just wasn't. There was something pleasingly arousing about being so blatantly wanted. She was gaining a greater understanding by the minute of what Kat was getting out of this relationship. Kat was back very quickly with the money. "There you go, Matt. Thirty dollars." She pressed the folded bills into his hand and, unseen by Rae, tucked something else into his pocket. "And a little something extra." She winked. Matt realized with dismay that he was being dismissed. "Thanks Mrs B... "He paused, hoping to see some hint of an invitation from Kat. Nothing. "I'd better be getting along. Lots to do." "Oh? Won't you stay and have lunch with us?" Rae said, thinking she was doing Kat a favour. "I wish I could, but I've work to do." Matt lied. "Thanks Matt." Kat said brightly. "I'll see you soon. The fence needs painting." Matt got up. "I'll check my schedule but I think Friday's free." "Friday would be just fine." "It's been a pleasure meeting you Rae." Standing over them, Matt took a last good look at Rae, from crotch to smile, bent to buzz Kat, grabbing a handful of soft tit as he did so and trundled the mower away. As he got to the corner of the house, Kat called. "Matt!" "Yes, Mrs B?" He paused, turned and dared to hope she'd only been teasing. "Sorry you can't stay for lunch. We're having your favourite." She reached across and cupped her fingers over Rae's gusset and licked her lips as she gave Matt her best saucy smile. "See you on Friday." Kat dismissed him but, this time, with a mental picture that was bound to help him out in the privacy of his truck. When Matt had gone, she took her hand away from Rae's crotch without a word. "Kat, can I ask a favour?" "Sure Honey. Anything." Kat turned on her side, the better to face Rae. "Don't touch me like that unless you mean it." Rae was ok with her ex lover taking liberties but there should be boundaries. That was then, this is now and right now she was still pretty wound up by Matt's lechery. "Ok Honey." Kat's hand went straight back to Rae's crotch and she moved close enough to kiss her. After a few seconds, Rae moaned softly against Kat's mouth and pulled back a fraction. "Can we go inside?" Rae asked in a whisper. * There was a heap of swimwear on the floor of the guestroom and two naked bodies twining around each other on the bed. Kat was ferocious as she pinched and kneaded Rae's breasts, eliciting gasps and squeals that were swallowed up by Kat's eager mouth. Kat opened her legs wide as Rae's hand found its way between their bellies and probed the soft, hot flesh she'd barely thought about for three years. She could feel that Kat was already very wet and her slick fingers were soon delving into her friend's pussy, two knuckles deep. She could feel her own arousal seeping out of her body and oozing over her perineum too. No point in trying to convince herself she didn't want this. "D'you think you can still take it all?" Rae gasped between kisses. "I hope so." Kat husked, squeezing the intrusive fingers inside her and remembering what it used to feel like when it was Rae's whole hand wrist deep in her pussy. Kat rolled onto her back without dislodging Rae's hand, spreading her fleshy legs wide and beseeching Rae to do it. Rae twisted around to straddle Kat, just like the old days. Pressing her oh so needy pussy down onto Kat's open mouth, feeling that quick tongue plunging into her, she moaned with delight and replaced two fingers with four, reaming Kat's twat while she teased her clit with her other hand, feeling her own insides churn as her climax approached. Kat's tongue had always got her off fast. Rae had all four fingers all the way in when Kat started to come, clenching down on the hand with her vaginal muscles as she wailed with ecstasy. Rae strummed Kat's clit, making the woman writhe under her as waves of pleasure rippled out from the epicentre of her positively seismic orgasm. As Kat started to relax, Rae pushed that bit harder, watching with satisfaction as the rest of her hand slipped in. The sight of Kat's vulva stretched around her wrist was so sexy... She wiggled her fingers inside, setting Kat off again. This time, Rae sucked hard on Kat's clitoris, pinching it with her teeth until Kat howled like an animal. Moving her knees slightly, Rae shifted her position to smother Kat's mouth before she had the neighbours dialling 911. Kat was way too lost in her own climax to do more than nuzzle the streaming pussy that muffled her cries but Rae didn't mind. Her turn would surely come. Kat's climax finally subsided. Rae mercifully released Kat's clit and let her relax, easing the buried hand gently back out into the daylight. After a few moments' rest, Kat's tongue snuck between the folds of Rae's pussy again, lapping up the juices that were already slick over most of Kat's face. As Rae moved again, Kat found the tiny bud of Rae's clit, peeking shyly from its hood. The tip of Kat's tongue flickered around it, teasing Rae to the brink of release. A finger dipping into Rae's twat was eagerly received but unnecessary as the dam broke and Rae climaxed loudly, squirting over Kat's face. Rae had always been a wet one. * Meanwhile, in a truck, in a suitably secluded spot to park up, Matt had one handful of hard-on and one handful of pleasantly musky cotton underwear. He held the balled up panties under his nose, inhaling deeply as his fist pumped up and down the length of his dick. Kat had put the panties in his pocket but they were far too small to be hers. He breathed in the aroma of Rae's gusset as he closed his eyes and imagined what those two girls were up to right now. It was an easy image to jerk off to and the olfactory stimulation was just a bonus: A really sexy bonus. He grunted as he blew his load in three great spurts. He used Rae's panties to clean off his dick and his sticky fingers then found an old rag to wipe the white stuff off the roof of the truck, the steering wheel and his chest. If he thought about it, for a guy with a hot girlfriend and a positively filthy mistress to be jerking off in his truck was quite pathetic, but if all his manual orgasms were that good, so-fuckin-what? And he'd get his own back on Friday. Oh yeah. Mrs B was in for a stormy time on Friday all right. Matt wrapped the panties in the rag, stuffed them both into an empty coffee cup, started up the truck and drove home. * "You're a mess." Rae said with a grin as they kissed and cuddled in the post-coital afterglow. "Says the bitch who just pissed on my face." "It's not pee." Rae blushed slightly. She'd had a lot of embarrassing first fucks at college because of her propensity to squirt. "And I can feel a draft on my cervix. Did you leave the door open down there?" Kat was only joking, though Rae used to spend ages watching Kat's gaping vagina slowly contracting to normal size, back in the day. "Y'know Kitty Kat, I thought we'd outgrown all this. I never missed it after college... never looked at another woman and wanted to bed her." "Me neither." "But I'm really happy we haven't outgrown it. Promise me this isn't a one off." "Honey, I promise. Every chance we get, from now on, we'll take." "Good." Rae kissed her again and put her head on Kat's ample bosom. "What d'you think your gardener's up to now?" "Jerking off probably... and sniffing your panties." "What?" Rae sat up, in shocked surprise. "I dug them out of the laundry basket for him. He likes to sniff undies while he jerks off." "Gross!" "And while he's sniffing up the aroma of your sweet little pussy, he'll be fantasizing about sticking his lovely dick in here." Kat's finger delved between Rae's buttocks and touched her anus. "Not in this life." "You know that and I know that, but in his fantasy, you're on your knees with your ass in the air and he's just watched me lube you up ready for him to buttfuck you." "And you invited him back on Friday? I'll still be here then." "I know." "I'm not up for that you know? I'm happy with my husband. This..." Rae ran a demonstrative digit along the fissure of Kat's labia. "This is different. Doesn't count as cheating." "Fair enough. But y'know I'm gonna work on you 'til Friday?" "I expect nothing less, but you won't make me change my mind." "Maybe not, but it's gonna be a lot of fun trying." "Kitty Kat, you're a bad bad girl." "Ain't that the truth?"