26
I heard the bathroom door open as I stood under the spray of water and turned, but there was too much steam on the glass for me to see who'd stepped in. I guessed who it was anyway by the shape of her shadow. There was only one woman that big who'd come in here.
I watched curiously as she stripped, then opened the glass and stepped into the shower with me.
Pala's body was magnificent. Her black-and-tan colors did nothing to hide the clean lines of her physique, and she had a rack that was both literally and figuratively outstanding. It was more, though; she had broad hips, a muscular ass, and her pussy lips were mature and swollen, at least, that's how they looked to me.
"Don't tell me this is the only shower in the suite," I said, looking her up and down with a raised eyebrow.
"Actually, it is," Pala said with a feral grin. "Not only that, it's the only toilet."
I thought about that, then rolled my eyes and looked pointedly up at her. It wasn't that I didn't believe her. I did, but it frustrated me to no end that even the design of my quarters was purely for the benefit of people I'd never met, and would likely never see.
"I'm not into water sports," I said.
"Could have fooled me. There's a janitor in your room right now cleaning up and changing the sheets."
"How's Phoebe?"
"Recovering on the couch."
"Is she okay?"
Pala straightened a bit, her head cocking to look curiously down at me, then she leaned against the wall and crossed her legs as she folded her arms under her chest and said, "Dolls are — succubi excepted — the most sexual creatures in the world. They're capable of three different types of orgasm, and in your first romp with her you gave her all three. She's fine. She's just tapped out."
"So what are you doing in here?" I asked.
"Have sex with me," she said.
"Okay," I said, not sure if she was just throwing me a peanut for being a good monkey or if she actually intended to go through with it.
For a long few seconds I couldn't tell, because she didn't move. Then she said, "You didn't finish more than once. You told us it was painful if you got hard and didn't cum."
"Second winds don't work the same way. I'm fine, but thanks for thinking of me," I said wryly.
"Can you get it up again?" she asked.
"That's more your decision than mine," I said. "The question is whether you really want to or not."
She hesitated, then wryly said, "I'm still thinking it over. Watching you two was really hot."
I thought about that, then scowled and said, "I really wish I was surprised to hear you were watching."
"That you aren't just goes to show you can adjust to changing conditions if you try. Violence isn't the only answer to life's problems."
"No, but it is the answer far more often than most people like to admit," I said. "People who condemn violence always wind up hiding behind people like me."
"They hide from people like you."
"Funny how that works. I guess there really are only two types of people in this world."
"Well, in any case, I'm glad you're willing to fight. There's no such thing as a champion pacifist. I just want you to broaden your skillset a bit. Phoebe was a good start. I'm glad things between you didn't turn to violence."
"And that's why you're here?"
"I wanted a shower. You just happened to be here."
Nodding, I took a step then stopped. Pala'd leaned away from the wall and was now blocking the way out, arms still folded under her chest as she looked down on me.
Not at me. On me.
I felt a flash of annoyance but stifled it as I looked up at her, waiting patiently.
Her head tipped one way, then the other, ears flicking the damp away as she considered me a moment, then said, "Have you ever used your mouth on a female?"
"Once or twice," I said. "It was usually mutual."
"This time it won't be. Well, Taz? Are you willing to get your trainer off?"
I blinked, and despite myself tipped my head just like Pala did as I tried to figure out what her game was. Then again, maybe there was no game. Maybe she'd just watched two people fuck, was horny, and wanted to get off.
If that were the case, she could do it herself.
I was sure she knew that too, which meant she was training me. Everything Pala did was training. Every move she made, every word she spoke.
And as I watched the steam beading on her skin, dripping down her breasts and the rippling muscle of her stomach, I could think of worse things than letting her train me a little.
Stepping forward, I set my hand on her stomach. It was hard, but I knew from past experience that I was at least as strong.
Frowning, I made an effort of will to put the automatic comparison away and focus on the feeling of her skin beneath my fingers. I needed to get her off, and she'd covered packwren in our classes last week. Compared to Phoebe, they were practically human. They had pretty much all the same parts, and were sensitive in the same places.
Still, I wasn't exactly experienced when it came to jacking off women, and she wasn't making it easy on me. She'd broadened her stance a bit to give me access but otherwise wasn't moving, and she wasn't talking.
My hand turned as I slid it down past her belly button, and found the pad of fat just above her pussy. It felt soft and thick, made for getting pounded. It was also smooth, warm, and hairless. I rippled my fingers, looking to see if I got a reaction. I didn't need to look up at her face. I knew it was easier for people to hide their thoughts when they know someone is looking. Instead, I set my other hand on her hip, sliding the pad of my thumb until I found her pulse. On someone fatter it wouldn't have worked, but Pala only had fat in a few places. Everything else about her was hard planes, and I had no trouble finding what I was looking for.
My fingers drifted down, then split, massaging her outer lips. I'd been told not to go for the clitoris right off and followed that advice.
Pala was the one to give it to me, after all, and she was the one I was trying to impress.
For a long minute I worked on her, fingers exploring, massaging, sinking into the plush folds of her pussy. Her pulse stayed steady, but just as I was beginning to get frustrated I noticed the scent.
It was a bit of a head rush, but though it made me light-headed it also told me I was on the right track. Packwren released powerful pheromones when they were aroused. While I could smell her now, the scent didn't really do anything for me beyond let me know I was on the right track.
"I didn't ask for a fingerbang, Taz," Pala murmured, and I spared a glance to see that she had her muzzle down, almost touching her chest as she looked at me.
No, she hadn't. But that didn't mean I immediately had to change my plan. So long as I got to it eventually, I figured I'd be fine.
Pressing my palm over the top of her sex, I curled my fingers in, still looking up at her.
She closed her eyes in a long blink, then opened them again, but made no sound. It took a moment for me to remember that was the packwren equivalent of a yes, so I kept going, fingers now slick with the proof that I was definitely on the right track. Her juices were almost syrupy in texture, and it made me glad I was already in the shower. When I did go down on her that stuff was going to make a mess of my face.
I added a finger and got my first real hint that she was enjoying herself as I noticed that her nipples, practically invisible in her areolae when she'd stepped into the shower, were now drawn to thick peaks.
She was also baring her teeth at me, which I took to mean I better move on.
As tall as she was, getting down on my knees put me right at crotch level for her, and though the stone floor wasn't what I'd call comfortable, my comfort wasn't my concern.
The smell of her as I got close was absolutely overwhelming. It was liquid sex, filling my nose and so strong that without even opening my mouth I could taste it on my tongue.
I pressed my fingers as deeply into her body as they would go and lowered my palm, exposing her clit as I leaned in and deliberately ran my tongue up between her lips. There was so much drool coming out of her that I had to swallow by the time I reached her clit, which was swollen to the size of the last knuckle on my thumb.
The breath left her in a rush as I closed lips around it, but I kept my teeth away from her and just used my tongue, all the while slowly but rhythmically pumping my fingers into her body.
Her pulse was speeding up now, though I couldn't see her face past those mammoth tits of hers. She hadn't even unfolded her arms, but there was tension in her belly, her muscles were quivering with strain.
I kept steadily at it, in no rush. This wasn't about me, or if it was it wasn't about how quickly I could do the job. I swirled my tongue over her clit, never really settling on a rhythm. By contrast I kept my fingers at work, never thrusting hard, but always deep, curling my fingers a bit inside her, then pulling out again to repeat.
Minutes passed, and I began to think I'd lost my sense of taste entirely. I wasn't sure I'd taste anything but packwren pussy ever again. It was so thick and cloying, and more kept flowing out of her. I could hear the sloppy sounds over the rain of the shower behind me, but now that I had my head in the game I just kept at it, working. Either she would cum, or she would tell me what she wanted next.
She came.
After almost ten minutes of steady, slow cunnilingus, her cunt started pulsing erratically, and another minute after that it snugged down around my fingers and her lower body shuddered.
Her orgasm was obvious and powerful, but she never made a sound, never uncrossed her arms, and when her pussy let my fingers go I started to pull away.
That was when she finally moved, taking a long step forward to kneel and bowl me over in the process. When she came to rest I was on my back and she was pinning my arms with her shins.
I looked up at her with wide eyes as she hunched, setting her hands on the tiles past my head as she growled, "Who told you to stop?"
Before I could answer she shifted and splayed her knees, burying my face in packwren snatch. She rolled her hips, coating my face in cum as she practically barked, "You eat that pussy until I tell you to stop!"
As I buried my tongue as deep in her body as it would go, I reviewed my options. I could barely breathe. My nose was coated in gooey fluid and I had to huff to get a breath. The way she had my arms pinned gave me very little leverage, and she was so big that even if I kipped I wasn't sure I could dislodge her. Not that I could kip. I'd been on my knees on hard tile for the past ten minutes and had pins and needles flooding my lower extremities now. I'd been careless and Pala was taking me for a ride.
Well, okay then.
Since there was no way I was going to turn this into a fight, the only thing left to do was let her have her way. Besides, she didn't taste bad, just ... powerful. And with the kind of volume she was forcing me to swallow I might have to skip dinner.
She growled low in her throat as she stared down at me, hunched almost double with her tits hanging like a pair of black-and-tan melons over my head. Her golden eyes were full of strange intensity, and I could feel her insides squirming and twitching as she hunched, grinding her clit against my nose.
"Thaat's it. Good boy. Your tongue is a bit short, but it's sooo strong. I love the way it wriggles. Mmm, feels good. I've finally made you useful."
Annoyance flared and my brows drew down but before I could move, she palmed my head like a basketball and pressed me deeper in as she said, "Oooh, no you don't. You eat that pussy. You do what I tell you, Taz. This is training. I know you can dish it out ... but if you can't take it you'll fail in the end. Make me cum again. Then I'll consider letting you up. Confirm my command, and I'll let you breathe."
I hesitated, then gave her a long slow blink. She relaxed her hold just a little and I gasped, then wound up buried again; the full, swollen lips of her cunt split over my chin as she rubbed herself on me. I did the only thing I could since she'd shifted my tongue out of her. I caught her clit and sucked hard, lashing it with my sooo strong tongue.
She growled, her body shuddered, and she bared her teeth at me as she said, "More! Don't you dare stop! Don'tyoudarestopnnnNNN!"
And then I couldn't breathe again as she hauled my head down away from her and slid forward to sit on my face. Her ass clenched hard around my head as she howled, leaning all the way back to pin my thighs with her hands as she rode out her orgasm on top of my head.
In the moment, I couldn't breathe, much less think. The only thing that flashed through my mind was gratitude to my asshole instructors for putting me through so much hell in the pool and on the beach. I relaxed so as not to use up my oxygen and waited patiently to either get a breath, or black out.
Pala eventually shifted off me and smeared her cum all over my face with one hand before licking the residue from her fingers. It had the added benefit of clearing my nostrils, and I got some air for the first time in a while.
She settled against the shower wall and looked down on me with those penetrating golden eyes, then sighed and said, "I suppose we'll have to work on you more."
I blinked and sat up, then stood up and stepped under the shower, not bothering to reply. I filled both my hands with soap and scrubbed hard at my face and hair to clear it of her goopy mess.
She watched me do it, panting lazily. It struck me as an intensely self-satisfied expression.
Once I was done I moved to step past her, but one of her hands snapped out to wrap my lower arm and stop me.
Glancing down at her, I said, "I've had about enough of your lesson, Pala. Don't push me."
"You never got hard," she said.
"You expected me to?" I asked.
She gazed steadily at me, then said, "You're the first who didn't."
"Don't take it as an insult. You're hot; I'm just not into being suffocated."
"I feel a bit bad about that," she said. "If you'd gotten hard, I'd have taken care of it for you."
I thought about that, shrugged, and looked pointedly at her hand on my arm. When she let me go I said, "I'll work on it."
"Taz?" she asked as I turned away.
"What?"
"Why do you like Yim and I? You don't like anybody else, but you liked us right off. Why?"
"I love dogs."
"What's a 'dog'?"
I gave her a wistful smile as I thought of a dobie I'd grown up with and said, "All I'll say about it is that where I come from dogs are considered a man's best friend. You look like a breed called 'Doberman.' Your daughter actually looks like another breed called 'Dalmatian,' though the ears are wrong in her case.
"Man?"
"A male responsible for his own life."
"No such thing."
I just smiled grimly. She tilted her head at me, then shrugged and said, "Well, Yim and I aren't dogs."
"Yeah, no shit. Any other questions?"
She looked at me, then smiled slightly and said, "You made good progress today, Taz. Keep it up."
Eyes narrowed, I asked, "Yim isn't going to jump me when I step out of here, is she?"
"Doubtful. She's hiding it as best she can, but my daughter's completely terrified of you."
"You should be too. You took a big risk, playing me like this. Had I been in a bad mood, you'd be bleeding out about now."
"I admit I wasn't really thrilled about taking that risk, but I'm glad I did. It's hard to be afraid of someone who smells like my cum."
"Still?" I asked, nostrils flaring as I sniffed. All I smelled was soap, but she nodded and her tongue lolled for a moment before she reeled it in.
"My mark will be on you for a while. Get used to it."
"Never thought I'd be grateful for my poor sense of smell," I grumbled, stepping out of the shower as she chuckled softly behind me.