Georgie
by trella ocelot
Two passionate hermaphrodites
together...can there *be* a more erotic sight? Especially when
one of those herms is tied down rather securely on a bed?
I suppose I should introduce
myself before I carry on with this story. My name is Trella, and
I'm one of those herms. But not the one in bondage...at least,
not this time. The one in a constrained position is Georgie, my
Mate and co-wife (say "hi" to the nice people, Georgie...), and
one-third of our happy little couple.
Ummm...let me explain.
You see, I was in a more...conventional matrimonial sitution when my
mate up and left me, for reasons unknown and for parts unknown. I
was rather upset about this. Upset, devestated, crushed,
depressed...you get the idea. Timm and Georgie, another couple
(yes, that same Georgie who's currently waiting so patiently on the
bed...) took me in, gave me comfort and kept me going in my time of
need, and eventually made me an offer I felt disinclined to
refuse. In short, I joined them in wedded bliss (although we
*still* haven't gotten around to any ceremony to officialize it), and
we are now a couple...except that we're three. Well, I never
claimed that math was my strong point in school...
Timm was out of town at this
time, something to do with his old regiment. He had served time
in the Marines, you see. That left just Georgie and myself alone
to our devices...which were in need of new batteries. Especially
my favorite toy, which I had named Charlie Horse, on account of its
size and the fact that it was shaped like...ummm...heh...never
mind...(bumsky, I'm really blushing!)
Anyway, there had been
something I've always wanted to do...with Georgie. And to hir.
(Heh) I've tasted hir...both hir sweet, wet cunny and hir yummy,
hot, throbbing femshaft. I've felt that femshaft plunge
mercilessly into me many times, both...well, lets say I've had it both
fore and aft. And my own femshaft has plundered hir depths, as
well. But as many times as we've ...done it (we tend to be like
that little battery bunny...we keep going and going...or rather coming
and coming...), I've never actually *seen* it happen. That is,
I've never actually *watched* hir come. Oh sure, I've seen hir
face when shi gasps and moans in pleasure (and shi looks *so* cute when
shi comes!), but I've, oh dear, now I'll have to get graphic...I've
never seen hir cock pulse and jet out that hot, searing sperm.
This time, thats *just* what I'm going to do.
That's why Georgie's all
tied down on the bed, you see. If shi weren't, after a bit of
teasing on my part, shi'd flip me over and take me roughly from
behind. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of
course. At first, shi wasn't *entirely* willing to by put into
bondage, but I managed to...persuade hir. (if you nibble and
french hir ear, just *here*, shi goes all wonky briefly, see?) Once I
got the ropes on hir, shi settled down...and lets face it, if Georgie
doesn't really *want* to be tied down, there's nothing anyone can do to
stop hir from getting up again.
Georgie did the obligatory struggle-in-bondage
bit...I've done it myself when I find myself in the ropes...it's a
delicious thrill to feel the bonds tighten around your wrists and
ankles. But since i was in charge this time, I crooned in
my skunkie's ear (yes, that's right, Georgie's a skunk, but i mean that
in the *good* sense! Oh dear, now shi's glaring at me ...if I'm
not careful, *I* might end up tied down around...and that milking
machine shi uses on me can get *so* cold, too!).
"Just relax, Love, and let me...handle things.
I just need a little ....sperm sample from you..." I had slipped
on my "hot kitty nurse-babe" outfit for the occasion...the one with the
*very* short skirt and the back-seamed hosiery...
"Trel, you sure you want to do this? Remember
where curiousity got the cat..." Georgie warned. (And thats also
correct...for those of you that haven't seen my spreads in the various
magazines, I *am* a cat, an ocelot, in fact...and Timm, our mutual
mate, is a wolf. Mixed marriages can be fun, you know...)
"Now you be nice, Georgie, or *this* lill kitty
won't lick up the cream...and I *know* how much you love *that*..."
"Well, all right, you've got me...now what are you
going to do about it?" It seemed that felines like me aren't the only
curious ones.
I ignored the question for a moment as I puttered
around, looking for what I needed, making sure I had to bend down an
*awful* lot to find the things, causing the hem of my "not-there" skirt
ride up in back. And, shameless kitty that I am, I had nothing on
underneath.
Soon I had found everything I was looking for, which
wasn't really all that much. I had gathered up a small container
of baby powder, a long, thin ribbon, and one of my black, elbow-length
gloves. The fingers and palm of it had a special texture I
planned on putting to good use. I laid everything onto the bed
and returned my attention to my "unwilling" (HAH!)
captive.
At the moment Georgie wasn't fit to prove me with
the sort of entertainment I was so in need of, the male part of hir
anatomy being rather limp and flacid. But I knew how to fix
that. I climbed onto the bed and snuggled myself against the
skunkie, capturing hir lips with mine and thrusting my tongue into hir
open muzzle, while my hands roamed around over hir breasts, my thumbs
flicking and teasing over hir sensitive nipples, making them grow under
my touch. I could feel something else growing, too.
To Georgie's whimpering regret, I ended the kiss and
slithered off the bed, cooing at the sight that met my eyes. My
co-wife's femshaft, previously limp, was now in a fully aroused state,
long, curved, and thick. It was almost all I could do to keep my
mouth from it, or from straddling the skunkie and squirm myself down
over and around that wonderful thing, embracing it in my warm, wet
depths. But that just wasn't in the program.
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To Georgie's puzzlement, I sprinkled some of the
baby powder over hir...oh dear, what else *can* I call it but hir
*cock*. Then I took the ribbon and tied a pretty little bow
around that cock, just at the base of it. I didn't want hir
rocket blasting off too early and spoiling my fun, after all. I
pulled the glove on and smoothed it over my arm, and with an evil leer,
I murmured, "Now we begin..."
I straddled Georgie, my fanny toward hir face, to
both give hir something nice to look at (especially considering I had
nothing on under my nurse's outfit...shameless kitty that I am, I
*never* do) and to keep hir from actually seeing what I was
doing. I wanted hir to *feel*, not see. And the first thing
shi felt was my glove-covered fingers stroking lightly up and down the
curved length of hir shaft, the powder on it serving as a dry
lubricant. I could feel hir hips buck under me slightly at that
first touch.
I did a little more of those teasing strokes before
I got down to *real* business. I made a circle of my fore finger
and thumb, with Georgie's rigid flesh in the middle. And I moved
that digital circle up and down...not in any pumping type motion, but
in a nice, slow stroking manner...up and down, up and down. And
keep in mind this was while I was wearing a glove, so there was the
added element to the cloth's soft, velvety texture working against all
those nerve endings...I guess that was why I could feel my mate
squirming under me and making those low moans.
But you know what the trouble with that glove
was? I couldn't *feel* anything...although I'm sure Georgie was
feeling *plenty*. So I paused just long enough to peel the glove
off, and went back to pleasuring my skunkie. I made that same
circle with my fingers as before, but now I could feel the *heat* of
Georgie's cock against my skin. And hir cock *was* hot, and
*very* hard...thats the result of having tied the ribbon around hir,
not too tight, just comfortably snug (but still tight enough to keep
all the goodies inside until *I* decided otherwise). I could feel
hir pulsing under my fingers, and I also felt every excited twitch hir
shaft made. I just kept teasing my poor skunkie like this
for...well, I don't know how long it was...I wasn't bothering to watch
any clock, I was too busy breathlessly watching hir cock. A
trickle of clear fluid would ooze from the tip from time to time, but
instead of lapping it up as I would normally, I just dabbed it away
with a tissue before continuing.
A person can only take so much of this sort of
thing, and it seemed Georgie had reached that point. Hir moans
and pants had been increasing, both in number and volume...in fact, shi
was getting rather loud. I considered muffling hir with
my...ummm...muff...didn't want to disturb the neighbors, after all, and
I was feeling a bit...well...horny, too, by now. But if the
neighbors weren't used to all the moans and sighs that came from our
place by now, they'd *never* get used to them. I had an idea of
what Georgie wanted from all the insistant bucking of hir hips shi'd
been doing, and hir plea of, "Please, Trel, let me CUM!" clinched it.
Were I indeed the mean kitty that my mates sometimes
call me (teasingly, of course...it had *better* be...), I might have
ignored that heartfelt (or something-else felt) outcry. But since
I was dressed as a hot-kitty-babe-angel-of-mercy", I decided to *be*
merciful. Besides, this
was what I wanted, wasn't it...
So I undid the restraining ribbon around Georgie's
cock, and began rubbing my forefinger against the front of that
increasinly hot cock...no more the teasing strokes, but a touch that
now demanded results...and got them, too. With no ribbon around
it, Georgie's shaft was free to pour out that clear pre-cum that had
previously just been a trickle...and then, the skunk screamed
piercingly and heaved under me, a mighty pulsing in hir shaft producing
a magnificent jetting of the most beautiful pearly white essense of
pleasured skunk. The stream seared into the air and spattered
onto my hypnotized face. I watched enthralled at the culmination
of my skunkie's delights. It was *so* exciting that I wasn't even
aware that I was rubbing my cunny up and down my mate's fur until a
small burst of pleasure told me I was doing it. Of course, my
*own* femshaft was very much in an aroused state and leaking
profusely. I'd have to take care of my own needs soon, but
Georgie was still squirming and bucking under me, still cumming, to my
panting excitement.
And then, finally, shi was drained. As I
nuzzled and kissed hir, shi groomed my cum-spattered fur, getting a
taste of hirself. I untied hir and we snuggled together, but I
had a suspicion of how shi'd get hir revenge on me. "Sometime
soon", shi promised, "we are going to play 'Man With a Maid'...and
guess who's going to be the Maid...", shi said with a pointed look at
me. I gulped in nervous anticipation.
Oh dear. Guess I'll have to find a Victorian
dress now.