Test the waters.

She took me into the kitchen which was at the end of the corridor and grabbed a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses. It was red with a strong fruity smell. I was particularly fond of red wine, so I was more than happy to have a glass. She poured it out expertly. 'Santé!' she exclaimed and our glasses touched with a quiet 'clink'. She swirled the dark liquid around the bottom of her glass and had a sniff before tilting it back and taking a small sip. I copied her and enjoyed the deep flavour of the drink with fruity accents. It was a decent vintage. We ventured out of the kitchen, the bottle in hand, and she led me into the room next door, an open-plan living/dining room with wooden floors and a fireplace.

'Nice place,' I commented, and she looked pleased. And it was. The small house was painted and equipped in a pleasant colour scheme with lush sofas and thick curtains. It felt quite homely while also being somewhat stylish. We made small talk, sitting close on a sofa with our knees nearly touching, side by side. She mentioned her interest in singing again (it seems I had a thing for the artsy, emotional type) and how she had travelled a lot. She even spoke some French since she had spent six months living there as a student. I was impressed with her life experience despite us both being in our late twenties. Hers really outshone mine and I found myself being pulled in by her positive attitude and fun, bubbly way of expressing herself. I could learn a thing or two from her. She maintained a laid-back attitude while still showing she was in charge. I could see her job suited her well; she was used to taking charge over men.

'You know, it wasn't always so easy. I've had my fair share of awful experiences with men who couldn't accept my position of authority, both as a woman, and being younger than they.' She explained a few details and told some stories but quite quickly the topic shifted to more imminent things. 'This wine is really going to my head.'

I studied her face and our eyes met, an intentful stare and a battle of wills commenced. I smiled at her charmingly and she returned the grin. I caressed her leg lazily, feeling her skin flex beneath my fingertips wonderfully. She blinked then leant in closer and our lips met, parting quickly to allow our tongues to frolic happily. She had her legs crossed, her pussy hidden and closely guarded out of my reach. I slid my curious digits closer to her centre, and she uncrossed her legs, willingly giving me access. I reached under the dress, still touching her creamy thigh, all the way up until I reached her lacy panties. I felt my way around them, the material my mortal enemy, the only thing between me and my goal. I flicked a finger underneath, pushing the material to one side. I was greeted with her wetness and a sexy gasp, the sudden contact sending shock waves through her body. I slid my finger through her slick folds and flicked her clitoris a few times. 'Oh I love your fingers. But I love your dick even more. Show it to me again.' She said, standing up next to me.

We stood and I stopped her from removing any clothes, instead getting her to help me remove mine. She undid my shirt, button by button, kissing behind each one on the way down to my trousers. She gripped my cock through them briefly but her hunger got the better of her, and she unzipped me and slid them down around my ankles. She slipped my shorts off and my huge erection pointed directly at the thing I desired most. Her eyes were filled with lust as she squeezed and massaged my length, the flesh contorting around her fingers as she applied more pressure, the skin sliding up and down with her movements. I grabbed her lower back and pulled her towards me for a kiss, my cock standing up between us, begging for attention. She twisted her wrist and began stroking me with her thumb and index facing me instead of pointing away from me. She pointed it out besides her hip, and we continued to kiss. My fingers found her wetness once more and began playing with her swollen clit. We stood for about 30 seconds just enjoying the sensations, our breaths becoming more laboured until I broke the kiss. I slipped her panties down her legs and turned her around with me, sitting on the chair. She straddled me sexily, my dick sitting between us and her lips spread and ready to receive me. The tip of my engorged member brushed over her slit collecting her juices and I used it to poke her clit over and over which she really enjoyed. Her curves and sleek skin were still hidden beneath the back dress which I found was a **** turn on. In this position it was resting high up on her thighs and I could see my dick disappear below just before it met her pussy. I slid it higher to get a better view.

At long last, the time came, and she carefully lowered herself until my huge cock met her silky smooth pussy. She had even removed her landing strip. Our eyes met and both of our mouths fell open as she began to stretch herself over me, first just and inch and lifting off then two, then four until, after what felt like the biggest build up ever, she slid as deeply as she was ever going to go and had to sit further back a little to rest her butt on my legs, the angle helping to leave some space between us instead of poking all ten inches inside her. This was the greatest flaw of my massive manhood, I would never be able to feel myself engulfed fully by a tight pussy, leaving me a little unsatisfied at the idea. This problem quickly disappeared as she began riding me. Her pace was painfully frustrating at first, lifting herself up until her pussy could relax a little only to completely impale herself again a moment later. Each time she dropped lower, I felt her walls slide over my cock head delectably, remaining tight and barely big enough to take me. With each thrust I penetrated her fully from her lips to her cervix, and she was in complete control of the movements, so I could enjoy the sensations without the worry of hurting her.

Her juices began running down my cock, soaking the sofa beneath me. Our excitement grew with each agonizing penetration. I grabbed her ass with both hands, rocking her body up and down with each movement, groping and squeezing hard, her soft, warm flesh giving way to my powerful grip through the smooth and flexible material. She began squirming each time I squeezed, my grip stretching her skin, her wet pussy and exposed rosebud below. Her excitement caused her to speed up, at last, and, now at a medium pace, we both grunted in pleasure, pulling each other closer as we fucked. Our motions got more and more ****, the smell and sounds of sex filling the room. I reached up with one hand and grabbed her left tit which had been bouncing up and down in my face this whole time, just out of reach from my eager tongue. I pulled the top of her dress down exposing her lovely breasts and basked in the glorious view before me. Her bouncy mounds jiggled with each penetration and her erect nipples leered at me, asking to be teased. I grabbed the first tit I could and pulled it towards me, giving the nipple a warm, wet lick which was immediately followed by a deep intake of air from my wonderful nymph. On the second lick she almost screamed then her head tilted back as I kept lavishing her nipple with attention. Her hand reached between her legs and started rubbing circles around her clit, all the while riding me. Things really picked up now, and we were going at it like animals, creatures of pure lust. Her pussy juices were frothing around my massive cock, her wonderful bum bouncing furiously up and down my impressive length. Her head was held back as she completely gave herself over to pleasure, her clit singing under her fingers, her nipple screaming for more under my tongue. She let out a feral cry as she came, her hips bucking uncontrollably and her walls contracting impossibly around my shaft. Her shaking body lost its poise, and she collapsed over me, twitching and convulsing as the pleasure took over her mind, utterly consumed by the sensations hurtling at lightning speed through all the nerves in her body. I was really close too, but let her have this moment for herself, taking equal parts pride and pleasure in how powerful her orgasm had been.

By the time she drifted back to reality, I had started to go soft but the frustration of waiting was enough to get my cock to swell up again almost as soon as I felt her move her body a little. 'Oh. My. What the... I can't believe how amazing that felt. What did you do to me? How?' she gushed. I smiled, again filling with pride but quickly shifted my position to start thrusting up into her soaking pussy. She rolled off of me onto her back and pulled me in the same direction so that I was above her, my long dick hanging heavily between her outstretched legs. 'Use me.' She breathed. Her words triggered something inside me, something raw and feral. I pushed my way through her still-moist folds without hesitation, feeling her warmth surround me once more. I started thrusting into her and her hips rose to greet mine as she did everything in her power to get me to cum. I had a thought that I couldn't ignore. The image of myself standing in front of a mirror in her form along with the animal ears really worked wonders on me and without meaning to, I felt that tug in my mind, the one I used to activate my powers. Above her head, among her messy hair, a small pair of points began to grow. Just 15 seconds later, there they were, a cute pair of fox ears, slightly more ginger than her blond hair and topped with white, wispy tips.

I completely lost control and started fucking her like there was no tomorrow, my eyes fixated on her new ears. My hands reached over her head, and she looked confused for a moment then she was overcome with pleasure again as I started massaging her furry points. She cried out, matching each of my grunts with her own and I pushed one final time as I leant forwards and licked then bit her ear, and we both exploded in pleasure. I came and came and came inside her tight hole and her hips rocked up and down again in the inexplicable pleasure she had never felt before. Her eyes were wide in shock and lacking understanding but also lost in the feelings. Her face reflected my own as I kept erupting deep inside her, filling her with my seed, pumping over and over in her deepest place. With no build up or warning she rubbed her clit furiously and started shaking again.

Before she had a chance to investigate and with more mental capacity than I thought possible, I melted her impossible additions to her hairline away and then enjoyed the end of my orgasm in peace. Her second, surprise climax abated soon after. We didn't even get up from the sofa when my cum started leaking out of her tired hole, my soft cock slipping out wetly. We were incapable of moving, in such a state of sexual bliss, we just existed without thought, each simply content in the other's warm embrace. I started to snooze, dropping my body weight on her, and she roused enough to push me to one side a little, so she could breathe.

About ten minutes later we finally gathered our thoughts enough to wobble our way to the shower, her tight dress forgotten by the sofa, our bodies exhausted and battered after the best sex either of us had ever had in our lives. We washed quietly just gently kissing a couple of times quickly then wobbled back out of the bathroom and into her bed. Sleep took us both almost immediately.