Girl on Girl Action with Cats…

Here is a sweet offering from my book Shifter Shelter: Nipped by the Cub. It’s part of the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords! The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. I sincerely hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site to read all the free stories there.  

Shifter Shelter is my erotic werewolf saga. In this excerpt (a whole CHAPTER!), the women of the animal shelter take a break from the shifter shenanigans to pay some attention to each other… in the cat room.


 Shifter Shelter, Chapter 8 – Cats

I realize, in hindsight, that I should have chased after him, but Dot was distracting. She turned her big brown eyes on me for some kind of explanation and wouldn’t stop looking at me. I couldn’t think of something reasonable to tell her, especially with the ferals still simmering in my loins. Such was my state I even considered telling her the truth.

At that precise moment Sam and Edna Donaldson brought in six tiny kittens. Apparently we had to take them or they would end up at the bottom of the lake. You know… country-style euthanasia. I fucking hate people. So that took a while. The cats were adorable, but we didn’t have room for them, as usual. We had to write them up and also lecture two grown adults about why they should bring in their pet to get spayed. I told them I wouldn’t take the next litter, which was a lie, but I was pretty ferocious. Dot backed me up with appropriate tuts of disapproval and withering glares.

By the time Sam and Edna left, I thought I was safe. Dot had seen them out and was waving at them, smiling and nodding through the closed door.

“Thanks for nothing Sam and Edna. Fuck you very much,” she said brightly, but quiet enough that they wouldn’t hear.  She locked the door behind them and turned on me.

“All right, now. Spill… What is up with this boy of yours? Is he really that crazy?”

“Today he is.” I told her. “Sometimes things get crazy.” The animal within me snarled. The moon was so close, and it was my job to hold it together. I picked up the box of kittens and made my way towards the cat rooms. Dorothy followed close. I could feel her warmth on my back. As we passed the door she noticed the caved-in rabbit enclosure.

“Hey! What happened to the Bunny Mansion?!”

“Er… Rapture got loose.” I lied.

“What? That big dog has been sweet as pie since your boy showed up.”

“Dylan’s not my boy.” It was mostly true, but I didn’t sound convincing.

“Oh really?” She spoke sarcastically. “So he isn’t the son of your ex? He’s not your little stepson?”

“That was a long time ago,” I protested, “and he isn’t a little boy anymore.”

Dot gave a dirty grunt. “No, he’s sure not.” She chewed her finger. “And you haven’t been playing with him? Because, between you and me, this place smells like sex. There’s a lot of sleepy eyes, messy hair, and bouncing dick in the Shelter this morning.”

We got the kittens into the cat room. All the resident felines yowled at us, hoping for food and love. They climbed all over me. It was a nice, familiar sensation. As Dot moved the new babies into the kitten condo she spoke low and dirty.

“Because, you know, if you aren’t with Dylan, or if you don’t mind sharing, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of him. There’s no talent in this damn town except for what I find at work.” I wanted to warn her that Dylan was more likely to take a bite out of her. That’s when she surprised me.

“You know what I’m saying?” She looked at me hard. “All the talent is at work.” She put her hand on my shoulder. It was a casual touch with an invitation attached. My pussy wanted to Rsvp.

I met her gaze.  “Help me out, here, Dorothy… Do you like men or women?”

She was candid. “Absolutely. I really like them. I thought everyone knew that.”

So… The stories about Dot having slept with both the boys’ and the girls’ basketball teams in high school were more than just rumours. Sexy minx. Some week I was having.

On top of being just a lovely person, Dorothy was a stunner. She was a wise and fresh twenty-year-old, with dark, rich skin and wide russet lips. Tall and lithe, she had long legs and strong biceps, with a generous booty and plenty up front. The dreadlocks in her hair were an intense black halo that gave a whiff of patchouli. I was struggling with a five-alarm case of the ferals at Moontime and that tends to make me saucy. I may have been more disposed to girly-time than usual.

Her eyes ate me up and she wasn’t shy about it. Twelve cats were climbing all over us, purring, meowing, and rubbing against our legs. There was a pungent animal scent in the air and I began to suspect that me and Dot were responsible for a lot of it. On the day of the full moon, a concubine is at battle with herself. The ferals make her hornier than a hellcat in heat, but she has important tasks to attend to. My brain was telling me to go find Dylan, but the ferals were telling me to jump on this goddess in the cat room. It might have gone either way until Dot kissed me.

Her offering was a gentle, closed-mouth, nuclear explosion. The bees behind my eyes came back in a swarm. “Everyone seems to be getting time with you, Diana. There’s that sexy cop, and that sexy stepson… I have to wonder what the big deal is.” The second kiss had an open mouth. At least she wasn’t asking awkward questions about Dylan anymore. I kissed back. I added my tongue. Dorothy indulged in a sexy little giggle-snort, whispering, “I knew it.”

We stood and embraced as we explored each other with our hands. I found her ass and grabbed it, pulling her pelvis against mine. Her wide hips offered a softness that was lovely to hold. She ran her fingertips down my spine as I nibbled on her tasty lips. Her slender hands found their way under my shirt and boogied an electric dance across my skin, pausing to undo my bra. With a level of speed and skill that was new to me, she grabbed the wings of my bra, briskly pulling up and forwards while gathering my shirt. The whole thing came off over my head and was tossed aside. I was  suddenly very topless. Again there was a giggle-snort, this time followed by a deep and inquisitive kiss that dampened my twat and trembled my extremities. I clutched her bum. Cats purred and meowed at our feet, wondering what we were up to. It didn’t look like feeding time to them.

Dorothy stepped back and stared at my tits.

“Damn…” she said. “No wonder. Well, fair is fair.” She peeled off her shirt and sports bra and tossed her clothes on top of mine. Kitties had begun investigating the pile of abandoned garments. Dot’s lean stomach was lined with just a hint of abdominal definition all the way up to her breasts. Those were large and high: defiant against gravity as she shifted her weight. Her nipples were smears of exotic umber against her deep brown skin. They were constricting and rising in arousal. Puckered and lick-able, they were irresistible, so I bent down and took one into my mouth. I found myself unable to be subtle under these provocations and sucked hard.

Dot’s vocalization began as a high-pitched squeal and ran the register down to a low moan. She cradled my head, pushing my face into her tit while she stroked my back with her other hand. She arched her back and offered the other breast. Not wanting to play favourites, I was more than happy to shift my attentions. I licked first, then gathered her prodigious nip into my mouth and sucked the daylights out of it. This time Dot started with a low moan and went all the way up to a high-pitched squeak. The dogs outside barked a reply.

As I licked and sucked, Dorothy was reaching down. One hand played with my nipples, pinching and clasping with feminine roughness. The other led an exploratory mission heading south. Even through my fresh panties and blue jeans, the instant her fingers traced the surface of my crotch I kinda lost it, bucking my cunt forwards while standing hunched in front of her, licking her boobs. It probably looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. The ferals were trying to take over. I was decidedly juicy under the two layers of clothing, and it was starting to show.  With a giggle-snort she said, “My goodness, Diana… Are you wet all the way through your jeans?”

Dot stepped back again, grinning like a fool. I noted that it was more than possible to make her cheeks rosy. She leered at me, grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, and shimmied out of them, making sure she jiggled her bosom at me for good measure. The clothes were tossed on the pile; a pretty siamese jumped out of the way. Standing tall and nude, Dorothy looked like some kind of statue, with perfection in every line, and curves that were impudent. I became alarmed by the exquisite beauty of her hairless pussy. She didn’t give me more than a glimpse, though, before she dropped to her knees. She spent a moment removing my shoes and pants in a very businesslike manner. My panties were thrown over her shoulder with a giggle. Finally, Dot reached around behind my bum and pulled me towards her, gazing at my muff.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” she said, and kissed me just above the pubic hair. Dorothy hugged my pelvis to her face. Her outrageous nipples brushed against my thighs while she kissed her way down to my excited privates with her soft mouth. As she found the top of my labia, she brought a strong hand up between my legs, encouraging me to open myself while standing. It was tricky, but I was up to it. She placed her tongue on my hood while her confident fingers spread my slick lips from below. Uhn! I was musing on why I didn’t seek feminine company more often as she slid two fingers inside me and sucked my clit. I twitched and flexed tall like a plank, screaming at the ceiling. My yell made the cats in the room scatter to the four corners. Down below Dorothy chuckled and began to fuck me.

She sucked and tongued as she poked and thrusted. I was a lagoon between my thighs, and as slippery as a salamander. As she finger-banged me she explored ever deeper, soon sliding three fingers in, right up to the hilt. I was semi-squatting and had turned my pelvis up so she could kiss me there. Oh! Kiss me, she did. Dot lapped excitedly, deep in my furrow, and then licked her way up to suck again on my bold, red clit. My skin got hot and itchy across my chest and shoulders. As Dot pushed her fingers into me, I bounced and trembled on her hand. My legs began to spasm.

I ran my fingers through her kinky black dreads, holding on for dear life. Somebody was muttering and pleading quietly, “please, yes… please, Dot… fuck me, please…” The dirty girl managed a fourth finger and began rubbing my clit with her thumb. Dorothy, who had been licking aggressively throughout this slippery joy-ride, then growled madly into me. This caused me to come abruptly. I pulled her hair and screamed, hopping up and down on my tippy-toes as she worked me like a Punch and Judy show. The joy flipped through me in waves as she pumped and kissed my simmering cunt. I ground into her face harder than I should have. It wasn’t polite in an employer / employee relationship. She wouldn’t let me stop coming, tasting my wetness and playing until I actually fell over and landed on top of her. Cats scattered anew, dogs barked afar.

I clutched and hugged her amazon body to mine, tremulous, and kissed her face, tasting myself all over her. She responded, rubbing her beautiful skin against mine and taking hot smooches. Sated, yet desperate, I reached down to Dorothy’s pretty pussy. She was a hot, open book. Oh, yes, my dear… now you’re gonna get it. Many cats were on the floor around us, sniffing and meowing and rubbing their soft fur on inappropriate bits of human anatomy. Dot twisted and slid herself against my fingers, groaning in a friendly way, but then she stopped and became stiff.

“Knocking,” she said. “Do you hear knocking?”

We went all silent. Even the kitties were still.

Wham! Wham! Taptaptap!

Fuck. I did, indeed, hear knocking. Someone was pounding on the front door, and it sounded insistent. Dot and I locked eyes and giggled. She snorted, too.

“You locked the door?” I asked.

“Uh huh.” She replied, and kissed me.

“Why?” I asked.

“I thought I might try to tumble you in the cat room,” She confessed. “Oh. Look. That totally happened.”

“It sure did.” I kissed her back. “I should probably get that.v”She answered. “I think I’ll just have to let you owe me one.”

I kissed her again, slow and long. “You bet I do.”

Wham! Wham! Taptaptap! It was louder.

“Diana?” said Dot, “I still have a lot of questions about Dylan an’shit.”

“No doubt,” I answered, evasive.

“Also… Diana?”

“Yes, Dot?”

“You can take your fingers out of my cunt anytime, now.”


Interested in learning more about the DeSanto approach to Werwolf Erotica? Check out Shifter Shelter: Nipped by the Cub.

Free Preview – Space Girls!

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Hi there, Scifi Smut Fans! I have posted the first few pages of Space Girls! Part One ~ When Worlds Collide for you. I want you to get a taste of the sweet, rollicking science fictiony fun it offers. If you like what you read, just click on the cover here, or in the sidebar, to get your own copy for one puny Earth Dollar. Remember, if you have Kindle Unlimited, it is pretty much FREE!


Lunette and Nebbie were Space Girls, and not just any Space Girls. They were co-commanders of the Martian Ladies Light-Speed Brigade. The fact that they were the only two members didn’t bother them much. They knew their flying saucer could not reach anything like light speed, but that didn’t matter. The saucer had been “borrowed” from the the Sapphic High Priestess (otherwise known as Nebbie’s Mom.) It zoomed plenty fast.

The Space Girls wore skin-tight crimson action suits (because Mars!). Their outfits had been fashioned from only the most modern space-velour and left precious little to the imagination. Space girls don’t wear underwear. They do wear sassy belts, slung low on the hip, with zap-guns. Ankle-high space boots with rounded toes and flat heels allow them to navigate even the trickiest terrain. Nebbie and Lunette also owned transparent bubble helmets (with antennae!) for “if the need should arise”.

Oh… they were Space Girls, all right, and they were headed for Earth, looking for action.

* * *

James and Brandon were speeding towards Vegas in a rag-top BMW. It had been “borrowed” from James’ Dad. They were too cool for school, which is why they decided to skip that day. Freddy Mercury blasted on the stereo. They chugged cold beers (borrowed from Brandon’s Dad) en route. They sang, “We Will Rock You!” very loudly. They were two good-lookin’, best buddies having a ball.

The boys felt somewhat indestructible. Their facial handsomeness and bulging groins rendered them so desirable you might even resent them for it. The top was down, but their carefully-gelled hairstyles remained crisply in place. Brandon’s cheekbones were dreamy and so was James’ chin-dimple. They laughed and joked photogenically as the beemer blazed a line through the desert towards Sin City.

Little did they know they would never arrive.

* * *

Lunette was tall and slinky. She had thin lips and languid brown eyes. Her black hair was braided tightly against each side of her head, bundled into little bumps that resembled the ears of a cute Martian sand-cat. A lot of the space girls wore it that way. She had a habit of resting her weight on one hip when she stood by her console. This slung her bottom nicely to one side.

Nebbie found that distracting. Over at the opposite side of the bridge she tried to pay attention to her NAV systems, but kept stealing glances. Nebbie tended towards horny, which is natural for a red-blooded gal from the Red Planet.

Lunette steered the saucer with one hand in an expert and lackadaisical way. She rested other hand carefully, casually, on her hip to accentuate the curve of her bum. She had been friends with Nebbie a long time, and knew how to play her. Looking back over her shoulder, she aimed her sleepy eyes at Nebbie. Then she twisted her torso around. The tall girl’s nipples had a habit of being pointedly present. Remember… a lack of underwear and clingy space velour leave nothing to the imagination.

Nebbie, on the other hand, was the compact model: shorter than average and big in the boobs. She had narrow hips and a small bum, which bothered her because she felt that the bottom part of her body should be in proportion with her more obvious assets. Her hair shone the colour of brash copper. If Mars had bees instead of zmibs, one might have said she had a bee-hive hairdo… but zmib-hive it was. Her active blue eyes missed nothing, especially the not-so-subtle sinuous poses her counterpart offered.

“Status report on our course to earth, Co-Commander Nebbie?” Lunette asked lazily.

“We are locked in and on course,” Nebbie chirped back. She stood straight. That was all it took to make her breasts push majestically against the shiny fabric of her action suit. Her puffy nipples bulged for anyone who cared to see.

“How are your flight systems, performing, Co-Commander Lunette?”

“Perfectly.” The taller girl broke a smug grin with thin lips. “I imagine that we have 1.37 time units remaining until our arrival. We should probably prepare.”

“Oh? What do we need to prepare?” asked Nebbie, knowing the answer all too well.

Lunette spoke in a low voice… conspiratorial. “According to research from earlier missions, the males of Earth tend to be lacking in the knowledge of how to render a Mars girl receptive.”

“Oh, really?” Nebbie acted mock-scandalized. “Unacceptable! Whatever shall we do?”

Lunette flipped the “auto-drive” toggle switch on her console. A lovely blue light flashed.

“Well… until we can teach them a thing or two, I imagine we will just have to help ourselves.” She reached forward and cupped the short girl’s breasts. “Can I see you in the laser turret?”

Nebbie traced a finger along Lunette’s thigh, making her way up to a prominent cleft. If they had camels on Mars instead of dinbies, one might have said she had a camel-toe… but dinbie-toe it was. Nebbie pursed her lips and smiled. Then she turned and bolted for the spiral stairway up to the top of the shiny ship.

“Race ya!”


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Masturbation Monday ~ Bike Repairs

18 + Readers Only! This is my latest offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to write a bit of hot and sassy free smut that makes one tend towards self-love.

masturbation-monday-badge-small18 + Readers Only! This is my latest offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to write a bit of hot and sassy free smut that makes one tend towards self-love. Hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site and to read all the free offerings there.

 

Bike Repairs

by Tracy DeSanto

Josh cycled hard, powering his way up Main Street. The night was cool and cloudy as he humped up a beast of a hill. Halfway to the top, his chain snapped. His right foot spun free and he lost balance, swerving abruptly towards the curb. He hit it hard and took a nasty spill on the sidewalk. This all happened in 1.75 seconds. One moment he was up and happy, getting his cardio, the next he was down with bleeding knuckles and a broken bike. Shit.

Well… he saw no solution except to head over to the shop. Olympus Cycling was only two blocks away. Josh picked up his bike by the frame and hoisted it on his shoulder. Trudging up the hill, he hoped, at least, that Juno would be working.

By the time he got to the bike shop the rain had set in. Today was turning out to be a crappy, all in all, but at least that meant he found Juno alone in the shop. She was the best bike mech he’d ever met, and also hot in a way he had trouble reconciling. Juno was a tall, broad-shouldered woman. Actually, she stood a couple over him. They were both in their mid-twenties, prisoners to low-paying retail jobs. Juno wore black leggings and an old-style work shirt with her name on it. Josh found her leaning against her shop counter, looking bored, when he dragged his inert bike through the door.

“Hey, Hipster… you’re a mess. What did you do?”

She wore her short hair tied back with a red bandanna, cribbing from that “Rosie the Riveter” look. Her drug store dye-job blondness showed about two months worth of mousey brown roots. Why did Josh find this so hot? Because it indicated that she gave as close to zero fucks about it as was possible.

“Chain blew out and I hit pavement,” he said.

She wandered up to him, laughing, then looked at the bike with honest concern.

“Oh, no! Poor bike.”

“Actually, yeah. And I am kinda bleeding,” said Josh, holding out his skinned hands.

Juno examined his injuries with mock concern.

“Ooooh. Poor Hipster.” She pursed her lips and bent over to grab a small first-aid kit from under the counter. Her lips were big. Even with no makeup they were plump and pink. Her top two buttons were undone, which allowed Josh a glimpse into her deep cleavage. Was it wrong to be horny for a woman who was probably a lesbian? Josh could only hope she was bisexual…

Juno smiled at him with teeth that had never met an orthodontist. She opened the first aid-kit and then took his hands, examining the scrapes.

“Oh, Jeeze, buddy… you got a chunk of glass stuck your hand.”

Josh peered at the injury and saw the small piece of glass lodged in his nasty scrape. It amazed him that it hadn’t bothered him. Blood seeped freely and copiously from the wound.

Looking back up into her eyes, he saw that they were deep blue beneath perfectly arched, un-plucked eyebrows. She was a confusing goddess, deliciously feminine in her masculinity, or was it the other way around?

“We’ll clean that up later,” she said, and then she kissed him.

She kissed him hard, forcefully, and pulled him against her body. Josh felt her oversize breasts press and flatten against him, soft and delightful. The sensation contrasted with the muscular strength of her arms and the pointed approach of her kisses. He opened his mouth to her. The woman tongued him passionately and clutched him. Josh stood helpless, bleeding hands at his sides. His cock stiffened uncomfortably in his black skinny jeans.

“I’m glad you came by today, Hipster…” she said, frankly. “It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a cock.” She reached down and unzipped him. She found his dick trapped and bent inside the fabric of his briefs. She reached in and yanked him out, gripping him tightly. Juno took a step back, glanced down, and nodded approvingly. Then she glanced around the shop, and at the door.

“Seems quiet enough.” She released him and turned her back, walking to the bike stand. Without looking at him she pulled her leggings and panties down to her knees. The woman pushed her heart-shaped ass backwards. This exposed her cunt to him. Juno’s beaver was furry. She bent forward and held the bike stand. Her slit beckoned. Josh could just see her fingers through the gap of her thighs, rubbing her clit.

“Fuck me, pretty boy, and make me like it.”

Josh’s cock stood tall and hard at all this provocation. He did not need to be told twice. The man took the two steps required to stand directly behind Juno. Their heights matched, so he pushed his hips forward. The tip of his cock slipped easily into her slick vulva and she chuckled.

Juno said, sternly, again to the wall, “I thought I told you to fuck me.” Then she leaned backwards and took him right to the hilt. Slippery Juno-cunt enveloped iron-hard Josh-cock. He had no choice but to fuck… so fuck he did. He started with slow and shallow thrusts, just an inch in and out. Each time he pushed himself in, Juno pushed back and took him as deep as possible, which meant he disappeared completely inside her. Her ass-cheeks rippled against his hips.

Juno’s cunt was magic. As Josh entered her, she held and pulled him. As he slid out, she squeezed him. With each thrust she made a friendly, primitive noise: half-grunt / half-laughter. He found it unbearable sexy. Josh began to bang away like the drummer in a marching band. Soon Juno began screaming “That’s right! Fuck me, boy!” as she slid onto him and rubbed her clit.

A conundrum presented itself. Josh hung of the verge of a very special orgasm, but he wanted to be polite. He closed his eyes to avoid the provocative view of his cock sliding into her. He tried to think of cool rivers and green pastures. Then he redoubled his efforts to bring her off, whamming his dick into the woman in double time. Suddenly her voice changed and she screamed in a high-pitched wail. There were no actual words to it, but he suspected she was trying to say, “I am coming on your cock!”

With Josh’s proximity to blowing his load, that kicked him over the edge. His balls jumped and spasmed as he climaxed, coming in repeated spurts as Juno took him deep and held his cock inside her. All became extremely wet and slippery. He could feel himself coated with her lubrication and his own semen.

“Wakey, wakey, fellah,” she said, “You’re hilarious. I’ve never had a fainter before. Looks like you can’t handle the sight of your own blood.”

Josh felt woozy and opened his eyes. He sat on the floor, legs splayed in front of him. Bandages had been applied.

Juno cupped his face with her hand, and then playfully smacked it.

“Get it together, Hipster. You’re fine.”

It turned out that Josh had been in lala land for quite a while. She took the time to fix the bike chain after she cleaned up his scrapes. After Juno helped him to his feet, she helped herself to a crisp, but sticky, five dollar bill from his wallet. Her hands were greasy from the work, so she accidentally smudged some on the money.

“For the repair,” she said. “First-aid is on the house… this time. Maybe you should walk the bike home, though, Hipster.”

“My name is Josh,” he said.

“I know,” she said, “Now go home.”

Josh walked his bike home with an uncomfortable erection. Inside his pants, his underwear felt sticky with precum. When he got home he found it difficult to jerk off while wearing the bandages, but he managed.

Twice.

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