Sivan's Meal

As the zipper slowly descended down the front of his trousers, Anon couldn't help but nervously sweat a little. On her knees before him was Sivan. Her pointed, feline ears were flattened against her headscarf and a few stray locks of dark hair spilled out from beneath it. With her fingertips she undid Anon's fly almost ceremoniously. The young man suppressed a loud gulp. Dark green eyes flicked up to his. "Is something the matter?"

Anon tried to lick his lips, but even his tongue was dry. "I just," he began, "You know, I've never... I didn't expect you to really..."
Sivan's eyes dipped back down to his lap. The democratic confederalist had taken time out from her studies to indulge herself. "Just don't let me regret it." Anonymous felt a drop of cold sweat roll down the back of his neck.

The girl's fingernails raked down the sides of her companion's thighs as she pulled his pants down. He noticed a look like hunger in the Kurdish girl's eyes that turned into an expression that couldn't be read as anything other than derogatory. "...Really?" She looked up from his underwear which obviously did not hide the expected erection. Anon winced and his cheeks flamed a bright red. "I-I'm sorry! It's just-- I didn't mean--" Sivan's fingertip touched his lips and she silenced him with a light "Sshhhhh..." as she stood up. "Let me take care of it."

The girl's long, furry tail swayed behind her as she gathered her dress up around her hips to reveal dark black stockings that stretched up her long legs until terminating before a stripe of dusky flesh. Anon couldn't help but stare entranced. They weren't slender or soft, but strong and taut, light illustrating the contours of her limbs in the sheen of elastic fabric. The girl's fingertips touched his chin and elevated his longing stare to her smirking face. "Ah-ah, eyes upward." The deep emerald of her eyes gazed into his and held him mesmerized as she eased down to straddle his lap.

Now only a few thin layers of fabric separated their genitals. Anonymous could feel the heat radiating from beneath her underwear. He wasn't able to see them before she sat, but the image in his mind's eye excited him. "Mmm, that's a little better, yes?" Sivan smiled and guided his hands to her hips, and then she began to slowly rock them back and forth. "Just relax..." Anon closed his eyes. He could feel her lips just beneath the thin fabric rubbing against him, coaxing his cock from dormancy. He wondered what they looked like--would he get to see them? Back and forth she slowly rocked as she lay her forearms across his shoulders. One hand came to the back of his scalp and softly scratched. The young man's dick swelled under her as she rhythmically moved and she smiled, canting her hips to grind down against him. Anon could swear he felt her getting wet.

His Kurdish playmate shifted as his prick stood up only to descend again and massage it with her mound. Anon groaned. His hand slid around, beneath the fold's of Sivan's dress to lay against her bare cheek. The skin-to-skin contact tore his eyes open in shock. Sivan came to a stop, looking dubiously behind her shoulder while a panicked Anonymous tried to stammer out an apology. She returned her eyes to him and gently shushed him. "Just this once," she whispered playfully. She rolled her hips and rose somewhat, rubbing the front of her mound along his length from the base to the dewy tip. "Since it has such a nice result." Anon groaned and his eyes fluttered shut again as he grasped her other cheek. This time Sivan didn't stop but instead purred low in her throat as her lower body moved. The flesh was round and smooth and warm beneath the boy's fingers. When he squeezed it, Sivan's deep purr turned into a wispy moan that caused her companion's maleness to suddenly surge. It was so hard it was almost painful, and a loud groan escaped Anonymous's lips as she bore down on him. In Sivan's dark eyes he found the reflection of a man red-faced and gleaming with pleasure.

With that Sivan rose and returned to her knees. Anon's gaze was fixated on her, and she stared right back with a coy smile as she pulled his underwear down to reveal the her friend's fully erect cock. Sivan exhaled a tiny gasp of delight when she laid eyes on it and that predatory glint returned to them as her slivers of pupils traced its bulging veins and the swell of dark flesh. The catgirl's ears pointed straight toward the ceiling. Soft, warm hands pushed his knees apart and she leaned in to grasp Anon around his base. A shudder of anticipation crawled up his spine. Sivan licked her lips.

Her face followed her hand; her little nose pressing against the side of where his testicles met his shaft and she inhaled deeply. Anon saw her eyes roll back beneath fluttering eyelids. "Mmmmmnnn..." A strong purr continuously rolled out from her throat before she placed a tender kiss on one of his hanging nuts. Her lips seemed to melt with softness against his skin. "It seems like forever since I smelled a male..." Sivan started to stroke him and she inhaled again. Her breath was soft and warm against his tender skin. "Haaahh... One of the disadvantages of attending an all-girls school..." Little, warm, humid pecks bloomed across his balls and slowly made their way up his shaft. Behind her, Sivan's tail swayed dreamily, but Anonymous didn't particularly notice.

Wet lips left lingering kisses along the underside of Anon's cock and worked their way slowly up his length. The catgirl was cupping his balls now in her warm hands. Her fingers gently held them as her thumbs stroked the precious orbs. He could feel Sivan's warm saliva collecting on the belly of his dick when her lips leave it glistening, but when her lips capture the head bulging beneath its protective hood his toes clench. At first she doesn't peel him open. Instead, she squeezes the bulb with her lips, collecting the drops of precum that escape with the flickering tip of her tongue. Anonymous's breath comes in slow, deep breaths that fill his chest. It is as though this exotic girl had cast a spell on him. He was completely at her mercy.

Without warning her whole mouth engulfed him. Sivan's lips slid halfway down his length, up again, then further down, accompanied by throaty sounds as she swallowed him. She took him deeper and deeper, coating his prick in a layer of her spit, until her lips pressed against the base of his member. For a moment she held still, perhaps savoring the feeling of having his dick buried in her throat. The corners of her mouth turned upward as the throbbing veins tickled her downy lips. Anon groaned, himself savoring the powerful, wet heat of her mouth and the closeness of her throat. His cock lay on the squirming bed of her tongue which slipped past her lip to tease the crease between his nuts. For Anon it was difficult to separate all this sweet stimulation into discrete sensations. There was just the wonderful pleasure of her mouth as the girl devoured him.

Slowly the girl's mouth retreated and as it did a merciless vacuum pulled at him. Anonymous's balls drew tightly beneath his cock as Sivan's head rose only to free him with a loud, hollow "pop!" While she caught her breath and Anon panted quickly for his, his companion's open mouth hovered above him, her tongue extended. Hot spit drizzled down onto him and began to roll down the sides of his quivering prick in little rivulets. He realized then as he gazed down at her that only one hand was stroking his balls. The other had disappeared beneath the catgirl's dress. Instead of the earlier slow, dreamy swaying it twitched this way and that. Sivan's warm breath sighed against his belly before she set to work again.

Anon's trembling hands took her carefully by her delicate, furry ears, and he softly rubbed then between the thumb and forefinger on each hand. Green eyes flashed up at him but she didn't protest. In fact, as her lips closed again around Anon's drooling ti[, she began to purr. She isn't so different from a cat after all, thought Anon briefly. When her tongue slipped between the foreskin and his swollen glans though all thought vanished from his mind. The very tip of her tongue slipped around and around his smooth cap, easing the foreskin further down with the deft interplay of her lips and probing tongue. On other side of Sivan, Anonymous's calves and thighs flexed. His cap was bared and now Sivan was slurping along the length of his cock in earnest and growing enthusiasm. From the outside it appeared sloppy, messy even, as the girl's head rose and fell, sucking and smacking as her spit rolled down his dick on all sides. Really, as her enthusiasm grew it became ever wetter until her saliva rolled down and dribbled off his balls. Her mouth warmed his dick until it felt like it was melting against her tongue which had stopped merely cushioning his cock and instead swirled around it. Sivan's head would sink down until she'd taken him into the depths of her throat and her tongue would slide around the base and roll over his balls to the other side. It tormented his glans, running over and under, swirling around and twisting into strange shapes as she suckled the head of his cock. The underside coursed fluidly beneath the sensitive flesh of his frenulum. Her dexterous tongue mixed and spread her spit with his flowing precum, and the face she made when she inhaled the commingled aroma made his cock give a powerful throb in near climax.

Anon was helpless as his feline friend feasted on his enraged dick. When he could manage actual speech it was only her name on his lips. He no longer held her by the ears. Instead he could only grip the seat of his chair and hold on. The tip of her tongue fluttered down one side of him and then dragged up along the underside only for the whole of him to be engulfed as she once again completely swallowed him. She sucked it with such force that he could feel it in the uttermost depths of his nuts. All the while the muffled sound of fingers plunging over and over into something wet escaped the confines of Sivan's dress. The faster it went, the more ravenous she became.

He tried to give her some kind of warning, but all that came out was a loud half-shout of carnal pleasure. It accompanied a thick strand of seed that burst from Anon's throbbing tip and splashed against the back of Sivan's throat. A couple more ropes managed to coat her tongue before she pulled his dick free. Her free hand gripped him and pumped his slick shaft. Every emission made it jerk like a gun beneath her fingers. Strand after strand of gluey cum splashed across her face and parted lips as she milked his clenched nuts dry, and when the last drop dribbled over her fingers she remained hunched over him. Anon's cum spilled from her mouth and dripped from her face, over her companions diminishing prick until the potent stream ran like melted wax over his slickened balls.

Sivan didn't move to wipe her face. She just hunched over him, panting as the hand beneath her dress rapidly flew back and forth. The loud squelching stopped and was replaced by a deep, lurid moan as the catgirl's climax shook her whole body. All her vigor left her then and she collapsed, her sticky face pressing against the moist inner thigh of Anon, who was also spent, head hanging back, limbs limp, body completely used up. Anonymous could feel the hot little puffs of the girl's breath against his inner leg. He couldn't put the sensation into a coherent thought, but he distinctly felt that his balls had never been emptier.

It was her strength that returned first, though, and seeing that he was in no state at all to take care of himself she set to cleaning the two of them up. Using his underwear, she cleaned his cum from her face. It might have been Anonymous's imagination, but she seemed somehow reluctant as she did. When it was completely used up his groin was still a sticky mess. Sivan reached beneath her dress and with a little tug on each side undid the ties to her thong and drew the slightly damp, purple article out from under her, using it to finish cleaning the boy up. The feeling of the fabric against his soft and spent prick made him softly groan again. "I don't do this for everyone," Sivan grinned, "but since you didn't disappoint me, I'll let you keep these." Sivan playfully wrapped her gooey underwear around his dick. The confederalist kitty's tail rose behind her in a graceful arc as she leaned in to place one last appreciative kiss against his desolate nut. She inhaled the scent of his cock one last time before standing to leave. "That was fun, Anon," she called lightly as she shot a wicked glance over her shoulder. "Maybe we can play again some time."