“What the hell is going on?” I wondered aloud. First the bestiality-themed paintings, then room service delivering a live cat instead of food. It was not until I put the two together that it finally made sense.
I now had a theory, but I needed proof. I recalled noticing a card accompanying what I had initially assumed to be a food platter. Rushing back toward the trolley, I retrieved the card and all of my suspicions were suddenly confirmed.
Dear Miss Lez,
We heard you were feeling ill. Please accept this little treat on the house.
The staff of the Bestiality Cruise
I read the card half a dozen times before accepting it was not a typo. It had actually said “Bestiality Cruise”. The oddly perverse paintings I had noticed earlier suddenly made sense. As did the cat’s presence.
“Do they actually expect me to have sex with it?” I wondered as I returned to the lounge and studied the feline. He looked like any other house pet, yet I got the feeling he had been specially trained to be much more than that.
It took me a while, but I eventually wrapped my mind around the fact that I was on a bestiality bruise. Unfortunately, accepting this brought with it many unanswered questions. Did my mother actually know what type of cruise this was? If so, did that mean she had sex with animals before? And what about the rest of my family? Were they in on it too?
All those questions made my head throb. That, combined with my seasickness told me I was in desperate need of release. Sexual release.
I eyed the feline for a second before reprimanding myself for even thinking of giving bestiality a try. But there was no denying how perversely enticing it was. Still, I knew I could not make such a major decision in my current state. I first had to get rid of my arousal. And the best way to do that was to finish what I had started before discovering the perverse nature of this cruise.
Leaving the cat behind, I returned to the master bedroom. Unfastening my bathrobe, I let it slide to the floor. Now fully naked, I climbed onto the bed and lay down upon its soft surface. As my hand traveled to my labia, my eyes instinctively traveled to the painting on the wall.
It took a few seconds before I realized what was happening. By then, it was too late. Simply laying eyes on that sinfully enticing artwork informed me that my curiosity could not be denied any longer.
“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this,” I thought as I stopped what I was doing and hopped off the bed. After fighting off another dizzy spell, I joined the grey feline in the lounge. He was right where I left him. Peering up at me, he continued to purr.
I could not help but smile. He was just so cute. But cute and sexy were two very different things. Could I really go through with this? Did I really want my first time to be with an animal? And with a cat, no less? But there was only one way to find out.
“What’s your name?” I asked as I crouched next to the chaise and searched the animal’s collar for a tag. There was none, so he would forever remain nameless. But anonymity was not such a bad thing given what I was getting ready to do.
“Let’s see if you’re as good as they say,” I said as I went to grab the feline. Obviously perfectly trained, he jumped into my arms and continued purring loudly. With an amused smile on my lips, I returned to the bedroom and gently placed the animal atop the bed.
Taking a seat beside him, I looked him up and down. He was the definition of an ordinary cat, yet I knew that deep within him lay a fierce, sexual beast. The only question was: Would I have the guts to cox that beast into coming out to play?
I was shy by nature. As a kid, it posed no trouble, but as I grew older, it quickly began impacting my life. Simply making friends was a challenge, so you can imagine just how difficult it was for me to get a date. Not that boys were not asking me out all the time, it was just that I never knew what to do or say. I got close a few times, but each time things got sexual, I managed to do something to scare off my potential lover. Eventually, I accepted the fact that I was destined to be a virgin for the rest of my life.
But now everything was different. For the first time in my life, I was given an opportunity to explore the joys of sex without being afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. No matter what happened, the studly feline would not leave me. This was the perfect moment. The moment I had been waiting for all of my life.
I was finally going to lose my virginity. All I had to do was give in to my arousal. No sooner had I realized this that my mind was made up. I would give bestiality a try. The worst thing that could happen was that I did not like it. Then all I had to do was stop and go back to my sex-free life. No harm, no foul.
Now my mind was made up, but I still had no idea what to do next. Where to start? Should I let him pleasure me? Or should I pleasure him first? Or perhaps it was best to just dive right in and let him fuck me right now. But all of my questions faded as soon as I focused on the feline.
He was now sprawled on his back. He peered up at me with inviting eyes, but all I could think about was what stood between his hind legs. During one of my failed sexual attempts, I had seen a manhood, but the shaft that now lay before me was like nothing I had ever seen. First of all, it was huge. At least for a cat. It was hard to tell its exact measurements, but I estimated the shaft to be around four inches in length. It was an almost tongue-like shade of pink and had a pointy tip for an end. Speaking of tongues, over half of the spear was covered in barbs. They were similar to the ones all felines have on their tongues, only smaller.
The sight of the shaft filled me with a sense of dread, but also a certain degree of intrigue. And arousal. If I was truly going to give bestiality a try, playing with a cat’s rod was as good a place as any to start.
“This is it,” I thought as I gingerly reached out. “My first sexual encounter.”
A surprised gasp escaped me when my fingertips made contact with the pole. It was far hotter than I had anticipated and the mere touch of it sent a shiver of arousal running down my spine. Now with a giddy smile curling my lips, I wrapped my hand around the member.
Another moan flowed past my lips. Unable to resist my growing urges any longer, I began slowly, sensually moving my hand up and down. At first, I was unsure of my work, but confidence began to swell within me when the feline started to purr. And the purring only got stronger as I increased the speed of my thrusts.
“This is so…” I muttered to no one in particular. “…awesome!” I finally finished. I had never before given bestiality a second thought, but now that I had overcome my initial reticence, there was no denying it was meant to be. Had I known this before, I would have gotten better acquainted with the family dog long ago. But for now, my lover was a cat and I was determined to prove to him I was just as capable as any other woman, even if I was still a virgin.
I continued massaging my lover’s spear for a few more seconds before I got comfortable enough for an escalation. My plans were to release the manhood and instead use my mouth to continue. Unfortunately, I never got that far. Before I could go beyond the planning stages, the feline’s shaft came to life.
“What’s going on?” I wondered as the prick began to jerk around in my hand. It was wiggling around madly and I could not help but wonder if something was wrong. But then I realized he was on the verge of climax.
“Fuck!” I barely had time to say before it happened. My palm was wrapped tightly around the manhood, yet the tip stuck out, making it possible for his hot semen to go flying into the air when he finally climaxed. I watched it soar through the air for a second before gravity forced it back down. A few more squirts were released before I grew unable to resist the perverse urge growing within me.
“Fuck it!” I thought. I had already gone this far, so why not go all the way? Leaning forward, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.
A surprised moan escaped me as the cum entered my mouth. I had no idea what I had been expecting, but it definitely was not the incredible sweetness my taste buds soon discovered. I experienced a second of petrified shock before giving in to the intoxicating taste.
My inverted position made it difficult for me to swallow the tasty treat, but I still managed to get my full. By the time the final wave oozed out of the studly feline, my stomach was full of cum.
I waited for my lover’s manhood to retract before opening my eyes. I was surprised by how much semen he had produced, but even more by how much I had failed to ingest. Luckily, I was on a bestiality cruise and animal cum was most likely not that difficult to acquire.
I watched the cum-stained feline for a few seconds before realizing how incredibly horny I was. Making him climax had reminded me of just how much I had been missing by being a virgin and now more than ever, I was ready to leave that part of my life behind. For the first time in my eighteen years of existence, I was finally ready to lose my virginity.
Before I could go any further, I first had to figure out how to get my lover aroused again. Or so I thought until I noticed the rock-hard manhood that once more stood between his hind legs. I was stunned, until I remembered he had been trained for sex. Simply getting aroused was mere child’s play compared to the multitude of other tricks he had at his disposal. Tricks I could not wait to let him try out on me.
“This is it,” I thought as I lay down, placing one leg on either side of the feline. “The moment I have been waiting for my entire life.”
The animal peered at my pussy for a few seconds and I could not help but enjoy the irony. A pussy was about to penetrate my pussy.
That was as far as I got before my lover made his move. Standing up, he stalked closer, each step he took a calculated move. A smile of anticipation curled my lips as he placed his two front paws on my stomach. His hind ones still on the mattress, he was now perfectly positioned to take my virginity. But no matter how ready I was for him, he did not move. He just stood there, perfectly motionless. It was almost as if he was waiting for something.
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