The gift that keeps giving.

Sarah lay entranced as the beast that used to be her John caressed her and sniffed her. He turned and started licking below her waist, presenting his huge furry member before her face. She tentatively touched it and he lunged forward, tracing her hand down its length. He licked her thighs down to her knees and pressed down on her, resting his shaft in the hollow between her breasts. She pressed them together, squeezing his now thrusting shaft. The hair on his thighs tickled her nipples, causing her to half-giggle, half-sigh.

John could smell what he wanted. His penis was thrusting and rubbing in a tight cleft formed by his mate's breasts and he pumped it, feeling the stimulation build. But he could smell her sex and dug his nose in, lapping up the taste with his long tongue.

John shifted again, returning his tongue to her neck. Sarah was unnerved and startled when he thrust his long tongue into her mouth. She tried to tell him to stop but his tongue was wrapped around hers.

A moment later John's tongue left her mouth and she found her face crushed into his furry throat. There was a sense of pressure on Sarah's inner labia and something entered her. With gentle but insistent rocking thrusts he slowly impaled her on his huge shaft, the furry monster pushing her to the limits of pleasure. She came just as he reached full insertion.

John didn't stop; he knew the woman was pleased, but there would have to be more. He slowly thrust in and out of her, letting the shape of her vagina massage his member. His harsh growling breath worked in time with his movement. He started panting, speeding up to a rapid rubbing of her insides.

Sarah could barely restrain her passion as her husband's member dove in and out. She grabbed his side-fur in clenched fists as she came again, but still he wasn't finished. He pumped her faster and faster and finally came, filling her with so much semen it was oozing from her soaked vagina even after he pulled out.

She reached down and touched the instrument of her pleasure; somehow it was still firm and hard. He thrust it through her fingers, letting her feel the sensation of hair and cum and throbbing shaft.

"You want more?"

His eager thrusting answered her, and she satisfied him as best she could with her hands. This time he came across her chest, but he still wasn't satiated.