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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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"Manhattanhenge, Skipper? It's just perfect for a date." Marlene prodded the disguised penguin. "And you played dress up just for me?"
Skipper's reply remained noncommittal. "Eh, it worked out. It was this, the koala suit or me in the Snuggly my men stuck me in when I was hurt and that provoked too many bad Åland memories."
"Poor baby, and I mean that unmetaphorically." Marlene snogged his cheek peeking out from the monkey suit before tugging him closer on the linden tree branch inside Sutton Place Park. The crowds below them on 57th Street jostled each other as peacefully as New Yorkers ever did and became even more peaceful when Penny and her primary rider sloped by to keep the peace by their police presence. Marlene knew that Penny spied them up fifteen feet up in the tree when Penny whinnied, "Hello, zoosters! Happy Solstice!"
Skipper and Marlene waved and Penny moved on to part the crowds like Moses parting the Red Sea. "Yeah," Skipper continued, "I felt like a baby when my team did everything for me except breathe. It was humiliating, Marlene. Thank the Endless Iceberg I don't remember much of those first five days when I lay a useless soldier in a foreign country." Marlene strove to keep the date lighthearted.
"I appreciate the furry mammal monkey suit, m'man. You're cute in it, but I hope you're not too hot this July The Twelfth."
"I'm always hot, isn't that what you've told me?"
"I didn't mean it that way, you goof." She nudged her shoulder to his. "But yeah, you're hot, hmmmbaby."
Marlene searched for words when Skipper winked his appreciation for the compliment before he added soberly, "You've got me doing more things I never did before, Marlene. Sex toys and now dress up. What's next, a threesome with you, me and Faux Skipper? Stop looking like you'll think it over!"
"I broadened your horizons -
" - speaking of horizons, look, there's the sunset just as Kowalski predicted." The two animals beheld the sun setting at the end of 57th Street or so it seemed. A giant bowling lane, thought Marlene, with the sun forming a red sixteen pound ball. The sun lingered as time stood still, the earth moved and the sun's rays danced through summer haze. When Marlene noted stirrings of passion, they took her by surprise. She squirmed on the branch and Skipper firmed his grip on her waist.
The linden swayed in a light East River breeze as crowds darted into the traffic, pointing smartphones at the spectacle. She recalled how Kowalski urged her to record the spectacle with his smartphone and when she replied, "Aw, 'Ski, I just want to keep things simple and natural," he kissed her cheek before desisting.
She mused further as the sun seemed poised for an eternal roll down its asphalt bowling lane. "Cthulhu will welcome kits very, very soon," she thought. "If she needs me to hold her paw in labor, I want to be there for my friend."
At yesterday's visit, Cthulhu sprawled immovably by her water dish in the summer heat. "I'm fine, go on your date, mukoma."
"Sure you're okay?"
The bulging furred belly rippled as Marlene tried to discern how many babies crowded inside a full womb. She gave up after two.
"I'm sure. Go, go."
And so Marlene went following a goodbye hug, an average night in her habitat, and a pleasant wait all day before this sunset date tingled her senses. Skipper squeezed harder before putting more thinky thoughts out there.
"So, Marlene, even unofficial solstices make us seem small in the scheme of things and that's good, most times."
She felt the same as he did. "I'm cosmic today, too, all revved up for the solstice and our date. Look, there's New Jersey at the end of 57th, see it across the Hudson?"
"I want to forget New Jersey exists, if you don't mind. It joins Guatemala and Denmark on my I'll-Never-Go-There-Again list."
"A-All right. Forget I mentioned it. I can't really see that far, you know, I was just teasing."
"Hmmph. Have a lychee and enjoy the view."
"Don't mind if I do." They sucked and licked the drippy fruit stickiness from real fur, faux fur and feathers when the fruits had been consumed. The exotic treat fostered more heated thoughts in Marlene until she squelched them to concentrate on the glorious spectacle. The two lovers leaned against each other, enjoying the orange-turned-purple twilight after the sunset.
"Let's stay a while longer, hmmm?"
Marlene was up for it. "It's a sweet little pocket park, at that. Sort of intimate and look, the humans are leaving." After half an hour, humanity deserted the park as the animals came out. Opossums, rats, and raccoons foraged in the garbage bins, intent on feeding their stomachs. Little conversation passed between any of them as they sniffed the air and continued hunting because no predator's scent alerted them.
Marlene and Skipper regarded their industrious fellow animals. "That's what we'd need to do if we quit the zoo," Marlene whispered.
"Indeed. No missions, no regular feeding times, no entertaining the guests. It would be a different and challenging - "
" - and sucky sort of life, if you ask me. No painting, no stargazing - "
"No nothing," finished Skipper. "Just survival mode and how dismal is that?"
Munches, squeaks and rustling arose from the bin chained to their tree. So did an unpleasant odor, so Skipper and Marlene exchanged grimaces before vaulting from the linden into a neighboring sycamore's lowest branch. She glanced sideways during their leap, a little jarred by the sight of a brown monkey at her side. They settled with Skipper's back against the bole as he steadied Marlene's spine against his front.
Upon looking upwards, Marlene giggled.
"What?"
"It's like we're underneath a green umbrella with all the leaves shutting out the sky and stars. It's sexy."
"If you say so. I don't see it mys- "
"Shut up and kiss me."
Skipper did.
Two minutes into the awkward sideways kiss, Marlene twisted to plant her crotch against Skipper's. She ground into him as she braced her feet against the tree trunk. When she felt his excitement growing, she pulled back to hear what he had to say.
"Solstices turn you - ummfff - on, Marlene? Good to - hmmk hey watch the merchandise with the claws - know!"
Marlene cooled it after a final lick to the tip of his beak. "This is our spot," she decided as she swung her legs sideways and pressed her ear to his chest. His heart thu-thumped so hard that she could hear it even through the faux fur of the suit. "It's just for you and me and nobody else."
"Romantic?" Skipper placed his flipper over her shoulders to hold her in place. It was purely, protectively perfect and her heart melted.
"Isn't it, though? Small and tree-filled and I love that it's new to both of us, not like Central Park or the zoo. It's, it's like we picked out our home and don't need to share with anyone." We can never have kids together flitted through her thoughts.
Did he pick up on the random notion? Was he psychic? "Only for us two, I can dig it. Noted and logged, honeygirl."
"It's full darkness now." Marlene's voice sank to a lower register, rich with innuendo. She slid her paw inside the suit to twiddle his earhole.
"Stellar observation. Let's go do something dark."
"You got it, m'man."
IOIOIOIOIO
Safely unobserved in her habitat cave, check. Sexy male at her disposal, check. Sexy male who bent to her wishes regarding dress up, check. Unzipping said sexy male from his monkey suit, check. Getting turned on by said unzipping, check. Marlene pulled down the blanket on her bed, ruching it up into a support, of sorts, if they wound up doing what she hoped.
"What's with the tub?"
Marlene fluffed the lone pillow before placing it underneath the blanket, smoothing the wad of bedding without looking at Skipper.
"You surprise me, commander. I thought you'd mention the Kidsmas tree first."
The tree blinked its lights out of sync, somewhat disorienting if you thought hard enough about it. The lights spread like a silken spider's web over the branches of a tree containing long, dark green leaves and white sprigs of small flowers. The tree showed signs of being hastily stuffed inside a celadon urn because its dirt slopped over the sides of the container. Skipper sniffed the blossoms appreciatively before lasering in on his original question.
"Kidsmas in July theme, natch, but what's with the bathtub?"
She finally looked at him, paws akimbo. "Well, you said we ought to bathe after each time together, so - "
"Ahah. Planning ahead, like a true commando. Am I rubbing off on you?"
Skipper laughed when Marlene fired a volley of raspberries in his direction before replying. "I have my commando moments, but Skipper, about the tree, it's a Wu Zhu Yu - "
"Bless you!"
"Smart apple. It's symbolic."
Now she had his attention. "Of what?"
"Honey, because it's also called a bee-bee tree because bees like it and you call me honeygirl. There" - she turned her back to him - "is that sappy enough for you?"
She heard slap slaps of his approaching footsteps until he spun her around. Unlike Guillermo's passive-aggressive hints, Skipper told her flat out what he wanted. "I want you."
"Hee, cute. And I want you." They kissed.
Skipper pulled her down under the Kidsmas Tree. "Right here. Right now."
"Ooooh, we're not going to leave here at all to stargaze, are we?" Marlene simpered, feeling Skipper's flipper moving up from the back of her knee to her thigh. The pre-sex atmosphere felt decadent, a rich, sweet indulgence. The plastic ornaments glittered above her head. The star up top proposed a dalliance to remember. The tinsel garlanded in upward spirals that made her dizzier than the blinking lights. The mat she had placed underneath the celadon urn surged back and forth in her vision as she sank to the floor with him right behind.
"That was my plan," he agreed, bridging the distance between them on the four foot square My Town play mat complete with City, Farm, Airport and Train tracks. Marlene blinked dreamily when his body met hers at Grand Central Station and he pulled her close, tucking her hips and bottom against him, snug and warm.
She came back to Planet Earth. "What else do you have planned?" She bit her lip, moving her behind against his crotch. She couldn't remember the last time they had indulged in this much pleasure, either, come to think of it. No, wait, that had been yesterday.
"You're going to find out," he assured her, sliding over the swell of her bottom, his flipper slipping just under her tail. She gasped and wiggled when he found the sensitive flesh of her pucker, just rubbing there, around and around.
She felt as if her body had been keeping secrets, and now it was revealing just how much pleasure it was really capable of.
"But I will tell you," he went on, his breath tickling her ear, his flipper probing, "that at the moment, my plans involve using that tub over there unless you have a better idea, in which case lay it on me." He nibbled her ear. "Mi chica mala."
"Why?"
"Let's pretend you're painting me like Marat."
"Who?"
"A leader who became uncompromising and who never listened or changed his mind. He was a radical. He was assassinated in his bathtub."
"Interesting choice - "
Skipper produced indignation that Marlene, since she had gotten to know him better, realized was a put-on. "I'm not like that, that radical! I listen! I can take direction, just think how you directed my modeling - "
Anticipation turned her voice into a purr. "Easy," she whispered, liking his flipper where it was and turning a little so he had more access. "I'm a little sore after yesterday."
"Pobrecita." He kissed her neck, licking at the spot that always made her shiver. "A hot bath will do you a world of good, then."
She stretched and gave a lazy yawn, considering the tin tub in the corner. At least it's not heart-shaped because that would be really sappy, she thought, and grinned, scooting away with a look over her shoulder as she got to her feet.
"You look positively wolfish," she said, glancing back to him as she bent and splashed the water. "What are you looking at?"
He was leaning up on one elbow, watching. "Your bottom."
"One track mind," she said, shaking her head as if in protest, turning back to the water.
"Maybe, but you don't seem to mind," he replied, brushing aside concealing belly feathers to reveal his hardening cock.
Marlene pretended to herself that her flush was from the steam. "So?"
"Show me." She watched over her shoulder, feeling her breath catch as he slid the skin up over the cocktip and back down again.
She arched her back slightly to tease. "What do you want to see?"
"Spread it open for me," he said clearly, his eyes a dark and focused indigo.
Swallowing hard, she raised her tail and opened her thighs to tilt upwards the dainty lips that she'd shaved with an oyster shell's edge just for him. His flipper moved a little faster when she reached between her legs and parted her flesh, showing him.
"Your tailfeathers, honeygirl," he murmured, his eyes never leaving that spot. "I want to see that other hole."
Really flushing now, she showed him what he wanted.
"Good redeye gravy," Skipper groaned, his flipper moving even faster. "That's so sweet. Use both paws."
Marlene had to bend completely over to do it, resting her forehead against the edge of the tub, one paw on each cheek, pulling them apart so he could see it all. Standing there, completely exposed and vulnerable, her heart racing, she had never been so aroused. She could almost feel his eyes on her, sweeping up from her smooth lips to the dimpled hole. Her heart thudded so hard that she didn't hear him move.
"Sore, huh?" he asked, his voice right behind her, his flipper trailing down her crack, making her jump.
"Only a little," she protested, feeling his cock, hard and insistent, pressed between her pussy lips.
"Maybe we should give sex a rest." He slid slowly into her, opening her, making her moan as the length and width of it spread her wide. "What do you think?"
"Oh, Skipper," she gasped when he grabbed her hips to press himself snugly inside, the head of his cock nuzzling itself against her womb. She squeezed herself around him and heard his sharp intake of breath, loving the way he gripped her harder.
"Maybe I should just take your tight little pussy?" he growled, beginning to move, and she grabbed the edge of the tub to keep her balance, making strangled sounds at his words. "Take you until you can't decide which is more sore - "
"Ohhhh, please," she whined, lifting her hips, wanting him deeper still. He squeezed her tight, and then she felt him strumming over the delicate opening, sending little shivers through her.
"But I think you still want this," he emphasized with a firm plunge to make her gasp and squirm. "Don't you?"
She blushed at the humiliation because the admission felt much, too much revealing. She knew he was going to make her say it and the delicious anticipation made her clench around him.
"Tell me," he said, removing his flippertip. "Show me."
Marlene knew what he wanted. Trembling, with his cock still moving slick, slow, in and out, she rested her forehead against the edge of the tub again, reaching back with a paw to hold up her tail and the other to pull on one cheek, spreading the gash wide. He let out a long breath and his cock twitched inside, just the head of it pressing between her wet lips. If he'd learned to like this sort of thing in the tropics of México or the icebergs of the Antarctic, did it matter? Guillermo's memory burned to ash, replaced by the one animal inside of her, her dearest friend with benefits. Her adored one.
"You love it, don't you?" he asked, sliding the wet heat of his cock up to touch that puckered hole.
"Yes."
Just how much she loved it, she couldn't admit, even to herself. The hole tightened at the thought of being filled, teasing the tip of his cock with its clench.
"You'd better get into the water." He moved around her to step into the tub.
Marlene sighed when she sank in beside him, the water enveloping and buoying her at once. His flippers ranged from her waist down her hips and drew her toward him as they kissed, the steam rising between them. She found his cock, pulling and tugging it against her belly as they rocked, his tongue doing things to her mouth that her body had forgotten, sending electric pulses straight to her core.
Rubbing him up and down her smooth slit, she couldn't stand it anymore and sank down onto his hardness, wiggling her bottom and wrapping her hind legs around him. He held her close, using his body to press her up, the water making waves around them as they rutted like Red Rhodesian Slashers. When he found her clit, she whimpered, opening her eyes for only a moment before sinking into darkness again, lost in the sweet sensation.
"So close," she whispered into his earhole as she gnawed at his neck. Her claws dug hard enough to part his waterproof feathers to allow hot water to warm his skin. He didn't seem to care at the breach as his breath came faster. Her words spurred him on, and his other flipper slid around behind as she grabbed onto the edge of the tub, grinding her hips down into his.
When his flippertip scratched her other entrance, she gasped, feeling her come only moments away, that prickly probing pushing her closer to the edge. She worked toward it, wanting it, aching for it, her center throbbing for release.
"Deeper," Marlene growled, arching her back so he had more territory, reaching one paw back to spread for him again. "Shove it in, chico!"
He groaned, pressing his flipper further, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder when he twisted his way through her riffled flesh.
"Ohhhhh yeah, ese!" Marlene could hear herself as if from far away, her whole body taut as they worked together toward that delicious, inevitable end. "Now, ohhhhh yesss! here I'm here I'm right heeeere - Skipper! Skipper!"
Sound receded and the wave hit her like a pulse of heat from some invention of Kowalski's, taking her body over completely, her belly undulating with it, her pussy clenching around his thrusting cock, the tight ring of her bottomhole working around his flipper until she thought she couldn't stand another moment of life.
"Please," she begged him, pressing against his chest, the sensation so incredible she was trembling with it still as she moved away from him, collapsing against the side of the tub and hanging on.
"Well, I don't care what anyone says, I think the tub was a good idea," Skipper said and she could picture his grin as she pressed her furry cheek to the metal. She couldn't even open her eyes, but she felt him running his beak over her shoulders and her back. She could smell something sweet, such as lilacs or lavender. It was like when otters spread their back claws to rub their own marking musk into the places on their mates that the mates couldn't reach. If not for their different species, she and he would have so been mated by now. She would have insisted.
"Whuzzit?" Marlene murmured as his brawny grip turned her, pulling her to her knees in the tub. Purple foam spackled his flippers as they ran down her paws and back up, suds spreading over her neck and down her chest. Oh right, she had gotten the sensuous stuff some time ago and never used it.
"Isn't that the point of this bath?" he said in a husky voice, making her shiver when he pinched one of her six slack, never-used nipples. "Getting clean? Keeping our private life private?"
"Ohhh yes," she sighed, arching as he kneaded her flesh and probed ever so softly the milk glands that snugged next to her ribs. How he, a bird who had never nursed, knew how an otter felt when her kits suckled her nipples she couldn't guess. She paused for a reality check. Now Marlene, she told herself, it's not like you ever felt that, either. Well no, I haven't, Marlene, she answered herself, but I can guess and I remember talking with Mom about it. So there, self. Mom had discussed the subject with the assumption that her daughter would reproduce at some point and yet again, Marlene shoved aside the regret that she never would.
Skipper interrupted her reverie. "Stand up," he instructed, and he steadied her because her orgasm and the heat from the tub made her wobbly. His eyes met hers and she saw something indescribable in them. "Barbarossa's sword, you're as hot as Arlene at her hottest, Marlene."
She would never know if he were teasing about her actually being Arlene or not but it didn't matter, it didn't as his praise sent more heat through her body. Then he was washing her again, moving over her belly and thighs, between her legs, the gentle sawing motion there making her tremble.
"Turn around."
She did as he asked, his flippers making their way over her lower back, down the soft curve of her hips, spreading her thighs as they made their way toward her knees.
"Bend over," he commanded, pressing her forward, and she clung to the edge of the tub as he worked the cheeks of her behind. "Time to get you really clean."
"Oh!" she cried as his flipper worked its way into her rosehole. "Oh, Skipper, honey - "
He didn't stop even though she called him honey as Private did. He worked the flesh open with one sudsy flipper. She couldn't resist him or the sensation and her thighs seem to spread wider on their own, her back arching as she took him deeper inside her. He kept going there for a while, encouraged by the soft noises she made in her throat. She groaned when he slowly slid out again, her body aching to feel that fullness return.
Water cascaded over her back and down her bottom to shock her with its heat. She looked around to see him pouring it from her favorite mug to rinse the soap away. His eyes were bright as he watched the water beading over her fur, and she saw his other flipper moving between his legs and knew he was still so hard. She wanted to reach around and grab him, suck him, devour his cock because he loved when she did that, but he had other things in mind.
"Skipper!" she cried when his tongue found its way between that cleft, working over that puckered hole.
The heat that filled her face didn't have anything to do with the steam rising from the tub, but she couldn't deny how incredible it felt to have him there. She moaned when he made his tongue hard and probed.
"Spread yourself more," he said, and she did, ashamed of her own eagerness. The edge of the tub was becoming familiar to her cheek while she clung to balance there.
He had complete access now and he took advantage of it, his tongue lapping over the furrowed crease that defined her existence at the moment. He added a twist to the flipper slipping into her pussy as he rubbed her mound with the other one. She was trembling, going up on her tiptoes in an attempt to seek even more sensation.
"Ohhhhh good glory!" Marlene cried when he started spearing her bottom with his tongue, one flipper moving in and out of her pulsing pussy with the same easy rhythm. She spread herself even wider, wanting more and getting it, the probing between her cheeks going deeper. She could feel the tip of his tongue moving around that tight band of muscle, making her whine.
"Noooooo," she protested when he slid his tongue out and reached for something beyond the edge of the tub, but the next sensation jolted so much she nearly fell over. She probably would have if he hadn't steadied her as he pressed something hard and round against the throbbing pucker.
"What?" She turned to look and her eyes widened when she saw what he had. "That wasn't in our toy box!"
"Surprise! It's new, all the way from China. Phil showed me his six-pack of them, all new, and cellophaned, and, and just the right size," he said with a wink, pressing the first bead on the string further into her balloon knot. They were small beads, but they felt huge as he worked them against the taut opening under her tail.
"Where did those come from?" she gasped as the pressure began to build when he pressed hard, harder. "What are you, Skipper, a magician? Did you pull those out of you? Did you upchuck them like Rico could?"
"No," he chuckled. "But they're going into you. To answer your question, I planted them here yesterday for our next time together although I didn't know about your tub since our pond swim yesterday washed our, er, sexiness off us both."
"Gosh!" she cried, biting her lip as the first one slid in as easily as she could down a Prince Edward Island oyster. The sensation was strange and different. She felt full there, but not quite completely, so different from his cock or a dildo.
"Ready for another one?" he asked and she shook her head, screwing her eyes shut. He seemed to know that she didn't mean it and pressed on anyway, working another bead past that ring of muscle that was just tight enough to hold them. "Tienes que relajar pronto."
She could imagine the bead nestled against the first one inside, and then there was another, pushing the rest deeper still as it went, making room, tunneling through. She really felt full now, and something in her wanted them out. She bit her lip, fighting against the urge to push outwards. He worked in yet another bead.
"Two more," he reassured as her paws trembled, holding herself open. She found that if she spread herself wider, he could ease them in better, so she struggled to stay still and relaxed, opening herself up for him. The steam from the tub caressed her blown open hole. She couldn't take much more.
"Please," she begged, feeling that gentle pop as another slid past taut resistance.
"Almost there, honeygirl," he murmured, kissing her spread ring as he worked the last one in. She could feel his flipper go in with it, guiding them deep, and she thrust forward three times without thinking about it.
Panting, she looked back at him, her eyes wide. "Now what?"
"Now I drive you crazy," he said, standing up and grabbing her hips. His cock was like granite as he slid into her wetness that dripped with her juices and his sopping kisses.
The stretch of his cock inside her pussy made the sensation of the beads buried inside her even more pronounced. With every thrust that feeling of fullness seemed to grow, until she couldn't tell anymore where or how she was being filled. She brimmed to capacity, like a seedpod swelling and ready to burst.
One of his flippers slid under her belly, holding her steady as they rocked. She gripped the edge of the tub, searching for some sort of hold on the slippery surface. Below them the water churned and sloshed, Skipper's weight cannoning into her to make even more waves as his low grunts gave a tell-tale sign that he was getting close.
"Esquiper, ¡estoy quemando!" she moaned when his flippers delved between her pussy lips, searching for and finding her swollen clit. "Yes, hard! More!"
Marlene didn't have to ask because he was working her with his cock and one flipper now, shoving in deep while he rubbed over and over her aching clit. She had almost forgotten the beads buried in her pucker when he tugged slightly on the string, making her squeal and jerk beneath him.
"Hold your cheeks open for me, chica bad," he muttered next to her ear, pulling his cock almost all the way out so the head of him sat pulsing just inside of her. He must be close to coming if he mangled his languages like that. Pride flared at being able to affect him so much and then sensation was all that she was at that precise moment, sensation and the desire to see what would happen next.
Whimpering, she wiggled and positioned herself so both paws were free and she was resting her cheek against the tub again. The tension on the string was incredible; it felt as if he were going to turn her inside out. She felt the tension ease just a little as she spread herself to the fullest.
"Mamacita mami," Marlene cried when Skipper slid his cock between her lower lips, using the head of it to rub at her clit. He knew how much she loved the spongy, wet tip making a hot, fleshy trail over the sensitive bud.
He slapped at her pussy with his cock, jerking it roughly a few times against her lips to make her say oh oh oh ohhh. Then he found her clit again, rubbing fast and steady. Her legs trembled, sensing her impending come. She panted and writhed and worked toward it, arching her back and rolling her hips. Everything between her legs felt thick and swollen, ready to pop, and then something did. Skipper pulled one of the beads out!
"Ahhhhh!" Marlene moaned, shivering when the thick orb slid out of that tight, contracting knot.
"You like that, hermanita?" Skipper murmured, and then he was kneeling behind her, his beak buried up between her legs, his tongue doing the work his cock had been doing just a moment ago, with a much more deft and precise aim.
"You're gonna make me come," she warned him, as if he needed a warning.
He knew just what he was doing, his whole face buried up against her pussy, the tension growing as he tugged on the string that led into her bottom. The tug grew insistent, a pull and release as she could feel the beads inside of her shifting somehow because they were tense, too.
"Now, oh, now!" Marlene cried, grinding her pussy against his tongue, the sweet pulse of her release beginning to overtake her control. He made a deep sound in his throat, still sucking and licking at her flesh, and the tension in her bottom became incredible as he pulled hard and tugged all of the beads out of her bottom in a row.
Her climax became something surreal with that motion. What began as a sweet lapping wave kissing a sandy shore became a storm surge. The otter screamed as it hit with the aching sensation of her bottom being emptied, each bead popping through that taut ring in quick succession, slipping out of the secret cavern.
But Skipper wasn't done with her. Her pucker no longer a pucker, her body still vibrating with her climax, he stood and slid his cock into the space where the beads had just been. She gasped at the soft insistence of his flesh that felt so different from the unforgiving demand of the beads as he tunneled his way past that still pulsing band of muscle. She couldn't believe his strength as he forced his way deeper than seemed possible.
"Ohhhh yeah," he keened, grabbing her hips and sinking deeper still before beginning to move. He pulled one of her paws and then the other up behind her back. He held them there while he thrust, his cock driving like a piston into her.
"Come inside me," she pleaded, wanting to feel the heat of his cock exploding to fill that hot, aching passage. "Do it, honey, fill me up!"
"Marleeeene," he moaned, his grip tightening as he thrust again, rocking her hard against the edge of the tub. She felt it then, a thick pulse on the underside of his cock as his climax began.
"Yes, yes, yes," she encouraged, squeezing his cock, making him jerk and buck as he emptied himself deep into her. He pulled back a schosche then, and she could feel more of his come in hot spurts, leaving a slick trail of heat as it slid down her pussy lips.
With another heartrending sound, Skipper released her, collapsing down into the tub, and she went with him, crawling into his lap. They rocked in the waves, kissing, still panting, both spent in their wild and free delirium.
"We need another bath," she murmured against his earhole.
"Give me the soap," he chuckled, sliding a commanding touch over the rounded swell of her bottom.
"Aaaaaaaa I can't handle any more," Marlene managed. "You're going to kill me like Marat."
"But we'll die happy," Skipper smiled, probing her. She smiled, too, murmuring an agreement and opening for him once again. "I'm glad you introduced me to toys, honeygirl."
Marlene was beyond talk and only nodded. She just couldn't seem to help herself. She reflected that Kidsmas in July seemed different this year, and that it was a good difference. All that was missing was an appropriate song for this occasion. She would compose one later.
After a second, more leisurely session with no toys and more kisses, they lay together under the Kidsmas Tree while ornaments, tinsel and flower bedecked branches blurred together in Marlene's befuddled mind. Skipper, bless him, slept beside her as if he were estivating. Before she joined him, she thanked the Labyrinthine Mollusk for the good fortune in finding a love such as this. She lay on her belly as she traced the train track on the MyTown play mat, walking her exhausted digits into Grand Central Station. When she reached the rumpled monkey suit, she pulled it towards her to use as a pillow.
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