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His long, thick, pink cock with its swirl of brown near the base sticks up out of the water like the periscope on a submarine. I can't get over that even though it feels so hard inside me, it’s also so soft and squishable until you get down to that ridge of cartilage that makes it firm. With my hands full of body wash and warm water I start cupping his crown, circling and squeezing as I soak him up. Milo gasps and throws his head back. His horns clink on the tile of the shower wall.
“Oh, that's amazing,” he moans.
It’s all I can do not to moan back. I bite my lip. Is this what it's like when you're in love? Do you get off watching your lover discover pleasure? Does their turn-on turn you on? I don't know, but I love Milo's reaction as I use his cock as a miniature stripper pole. I start out kneeling between his knees, and keeping hold of his cock, I pivot to sit on his lap. Then I go around it again, creating a slow-moving mini whirlpool around our hips. I end up with my hands around his crown, kneading my point of leverage as I lean back on his chest, humping my pussy to the base of his cock, rubbing my clit against his shaft, enjoying the minty tingles his shower gel creates.
Milo’s tail flips out of the water with a single splash, startling me. Before I can move, Milo’s wide palms start kneading my breasts, rolling the nipples. I open my mouth to tell him how good it feels, but then his tail slaps against my pussy. I gasp sharply instead.
The sharp gasp turns into one long, protracted cry of surprise as his tail pushes past my swollen nether lips and invades my tight tunnel. “Milo!”
“Like it?”
His tail is fucking me. His thick, velvety tickle-whip of a tail is fucking me as I rest just above the water, my clit rubbing against his cock.
Words don’t work. Brain doesn’t work. My pussy works, sending juice sluicing over him to convince him that I like it. “Like” isn’t even close to it.
The tail moves faster, in and out, going in deep, curling and swirling inside me like a corkscrew one second and then whipping across my clit the next.
I’m going to die from an explosive orgasm and it’ll be all his fault.
And then my ghost will come back and haunt him so he can fuck me into the afterlife, literally. Possibly literally. “Milo?”
“Baby?” His voice is hot and hard against my ear. A steady milky trickle runs down the thick rod between my legs.
“Are there ghosts in Pine Ridge?” I ask, voice and thighs shaking.
“Uh, yeah. A couple. Gloria White up at the White Pines Estate on that big bluff looking over town. Then there’s—”
“If I die from pleasure, I’m haunting your ass.”
“And I’m playing with yours.”
“Fuck, Milo!” I sit up and lean forward, clean slippery cheeks on his abs. His tail slaps my pink pucker as his thick sausage of a finger slips into my pussy and his thumb starts teasing my backdoor.
Every nerve-ending is sitting up. This is new, and taboo, and I like it. I like everything with him. I run my tongue along his cock and I shake my head, marveling. I even like the way he tastes—minty and milky at the same time.
While he fingers me, I stretch forward, capturing the soft, malleable tip of his cock in my mouth. Just the tip fits, but I tongue the slit, and listen to Milo’s cries turn into bull-like roars, purely animal.
“Libby! Fuck, Libby!”
“Gonna come for me, Baby?” I drag my teeth over his crown as my walls clamp on his two fingers.
“All over you!”
Breasts and hands slip up his shaft, all the inches of it, loving him from root to tip, far more than my pussy can take.
Just as I wrap my lips around him and start really sucking on his cock, the tip of his tail nudges into my slippery virgin ass.
It’s too much—for both of us.
He cums like a geyser, which is too much for me. I choke (very unsexy) and splutter, and end up laughing as Milo’s own “mint milkshake” rains down on us.
“Lib! I’m sorry, sweetie! I should have warned you.”
“All good,” I gasp, still coughing. “Thank God we’re in the shower, right?”
“Mmhmm. So much for using the tub to get clean.”
I shrug. “That’s what showers are for. Um. I was thinking about using that shower in the shed in the summer. Maybe after work, before you leave—”
