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by Foalicon_

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Length: 1407

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-10 18:46:25 UTC

otter

The moment you agree, a sly smile spreads across her face. She jams the end of her fishing pole into the sand like a post, to prevent it from going anywhere, and stands up. There’s no tease, no ceremony as she strips out of her bikini bottoms and tosses them aside. Her newly revealed mound has only the barest tuft of pubic hair, a little wisp of blonde hair amongst the sparse brown fur.

You move forward, intent on groping Callu’s little breasts still hidden beneath the bikini top, but she holds up a hand and says, “Whoa there darlin', that ain’t how a fish’n'fuck works. You just lay down, and I’ll take care of everything. And make sure you’re as naked as a newborn babe.”

Strange, but you oblige, stripping off your red, high-society bodysuit and gear and tossing them aside. Callu instructs you to lay down on the beach next to her fishing pole, which you likewise oblige. The otter-girl straddles your stomach, facing away from you, though her thick, heavy tail is thankfully kept away from your face.

Callu leans down, laying her body across yours so that her warm, sweet-smelling cunt is positioned just in front of your face. Meanwhile, you feel delicate, powerful fingers probing at your slick pussy. A long wet tongue licks over your folds, and you feel compelled to do the same to her. You let your tongue extend and lap at her delicate pussy lips. In no time at all, they become puffy and flushed, blossoming outwards like a perverse flower. You run your tongue up and down each and every fold, occasionally stopping to flick your tongue over her rapidly hardening clitoris.

Likewise, her tongue and lips dance across your flesh like a trio of dancers. They twirl, spin, hop and tease. Not one inch is left untouched. From your clit down to your pucker, she leaves a trail of sloppy smooches. You mirror her movements, attempting to give her the same experience she’s giving you. A low murr escapes her lips, and she squirms above you slightly as your tongue hits the right spots.

After several minutes of this tasty sixty-nine Callu gives your mound one last kiss and sits up, practically burying your face in her snatch. “Ya’ll just sit tight and put that tongue to work, kay? Key ingredient in a fish’n'fuck, is of course, the fish.” You voice your disapproval, though all that comes out is a garbled “mmmrrrrppphh.” Callu ignores your protests, instead retrieving her fishing pole and sitting back further, pressing herself even harder against your face. With her fantastic behind blocking your view, you can’t see anything that’s going on, and are only able to hear the quiet “tick-tick” of her fishing pole.

You know full well that you could get out of this if you wanted to, however the scent of the girl’s musky mustelid muff is just too powerful, too intoxicating, too heavenly to ignore. Instead of struggling you go to town, rubbing your face in it as you lick, slurp and suck at the lips pressed against your mouth. Up and down your tongue goes, in and out, teasing her soft, swollen lips and pressing hard against her hard, aching clit as you gorge yourself on her pussy.

This goes on for the better part of an hour. You find yourself hunting for the little spots that make your sexy little friend jump and squeal, all while she reels in fish after fish. Several orgasms, half a dozen fish and one extremely messy face later, you hear Callu reel in her line for the last time before setting it off to the side with a clatter. She rises from your face, allowing you to breathe the fresh air once more.

Grinning down at you, your face plastered in girlcum, the fisherwoman leans down and gives you a great big kiss. “Mmm, ain’t that a tasty treat,” she notes. “Now since ya been so good to me, I just wanna return the favor.” Callu gets back in the sixty-nine position that started this all off, but grabs hold of you and flips over onto her back.

You sit up, straddling her face this time, as she dives nose first into your quivering quim. Her lips are like magic as they go, sucking and lavishing your entire crotch with delightful attention. You find your entire body shivering with pleasure as she attends to you, your body quickly heating up as her tongue presses all of your buttons. Everything from your fingertips down to your toes tingles and shudders under Callu’s ministrations, leaving you squirming and undulating on her face, a deeply satisfied growl rising in your throat.

Grabbing hold of your nipples, you start playing with them while Callu does her thing. Your fingers deftly tweak and tease them, knowing all the right techniques to really get you going. Combined with Callu’s tender tongue paying lip service to your wet cunt, you can’t hold out much longer. All the tingling in your body seems to get forced through your veins, coalescing in a single spot within your groin. The pressure builds and builds as orgasmic energies begin overflowing. Your legs and arms tremble, your head wobbles uncertainly, and you can’t even guess at what your spine is attempting to do.

The pleasure within you finally bursts outwards, shooting through every nerve, inflaming every fiber of your being. Your snatch clenches and clamps down on thin air, flooding Callu’s face with your feminine juices in a tasty, refreshing spray. The orgasmic bliss makes you collapse forwards, dropping you onto all fours. However, your blonde lover grips your thighs firmly, clearly intent on fully repaying her debt.

Several orgasms later, you’re little more than a quivering mass of flesh riding atop the fisherwoman’s face. She wriggles out from underneath you and licks her lips, happy to guzzle down the last of your juices. Callu gives your back a little rub down, saying, “Well that sure was a refreshing break, darlin'.” You can only groan in response, your body too sore from back-to-back orgasms to really form any kind of coherent response.

The blonde otter sets all her gear up in one pile, and tucks away her bikini bottoms into a canvas bag. From the same bag she pulls out a delicious smelling piece of cooked fish, wrapped in a large green leaf. She sets it beside your still-trembling body, saying simply, “Fish and a fuck, darlin'. I got mine and you get yours.” You nod absently, reaching out to touch the wrapped up piece of fish. Callu gives your back another quick rub down, before gathering up her things and heading off down the beach, completely naked from the belly down.

You take several minutes to recover before doing the same. You place a fish fillet in your fourth pouch.

coc

You began your journey as a human, but gave that up as you explored the dangers of this realm. You are a 5 foot 7 inch tall bunny-girl, with a slightly wide frame that displays your curves and has hints of muscle underneath. You are currently wearing your red, high-society bodysuit and using your katana as a weapon. Your face is human in shape and structure, with light skin. It has a jaw-droppingly feminine shape with full, pouting lips, an adorable nose, and long, beautiful eyelashes. A pair of floppy rabbit ears stick up out of your ass-length, sandy blonde hair, bouncing around as you walk. A small pair of pointed horns has broken through the skin on your forehead, proclaiming some demonic taint to any who see them.

You have a humanoid shape with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers. You have flared hips that make you walk with a sexy, swinging gait, and your spacious butt wobbles enticingly with every step. A short, soft bunny tail sprouts just above your cloth-straining butt, twitching constantly whenever you don’t think about it. Two normal human legs grow down from your waist, ending in normal human feet.

You have two tits, each supporting one 2-inch erect nipple. You could easily fill a big FF-cup bra.

You have a loose pussy, with a 0.7-inch clit. Occasional beads of lubricant drip from your twat, its lips slightly parted.

You have one tight asshole, placed between your butt-cheeks where it belongs.

You have 342 shining gems, collected in your travels.