Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 39

I permitted myself a minute or so for my little kitty to adjust to his width and length before I started moving myself up and down his pole. The first time I slid about halfway down, but Raffa had other ideas and I could tell by the way he changed his grip on my hands that we was going to try to push himself all the way into me with one great thrust. As he pushed I moved upward to avoid the greatest part of his thrust which allowed only about two thirds of his length to enter me.

I looked down at him from my perch above, and while I could see the needy expression on his face, he could not see mine at all in the total darkness as he did not react when I stuck out my tongue at him and softly urged him to be patient in a gentle whisper. As he nodded in silence to me I slid down his shaft once again, then slowly lifted myself up until just the head was inside me.

This time he was patient and let me do the work as I slid down once again. I started moving up and down slowly, methodically... allowing him to sink deeper inside me each time until after about ten repetitions he was just about fully inside me. Once again I adjusted my position and slowly commenced to ride his pole. As I gathered speed I looked down between my legs and watched his meat disappear and reappear as my little kitty moved up and down his length.

I was very careful to shift my balance on each downward stroke so as not to allow my small firm rump to come in contact with his thighs. The last thing I wanted was that annoying sound of flesh slapping against flesh that would alert Sneha that her sexy brother had a visitor.

Raffa once again attempted to take control but I would not allow it. I caught him several times trying to thrust up to meet me as I slid down on him. Each time he would push up I would lift myself up an equal distance and thwart his attempt. I was using every advantage that my feline reflexes gave me to frustrate my partner. I even went as far as to clench myself so tightly around his manhood that he could not move it in our out of me, which gave me a wonderful idea. I would pull almost all of the way off of him then slide down inch by inch, tightening myself around him then releasing, then sliding down some more.

This was driving him crazy and from the way he was breathing and pulsing inside me, I could tell that he was close to exploding. This only prompted me to continue my little clenching experiment a bit longer. When I felt his pulsing increase, I would slow down and clench tightly around him to stem the rise of his seed. I know that this was frustrating him to no end by the many attempts he made to buck upward and thrust into me.

Raffa untangled his fingers with mine and moved his hands to my breasts again. I think he got the hint from last time and was much more gentle to the point that I actually was enjoying the way he was using his hands on my orbs. I leaned forward and pressed my firm mounds into his hands as I brought my hands to rest on his chest. I rubbed his nipples between his fingers as my hands kneaded his breasts in the same manner that his were doing to mine. All the while I continued to ride him and use my vaginal muscles to choke off any impending eruptions that his manhood threatened to have.

Ok, I must confess that not all of my clenching was due to my denying Raffa his orgasm. Several times over the course of my impaling myself on his magnificent pole I came and came hard, but given the circumstances of this little tryst I had to keep myself quiet so as not to alarm the others in the house by my sudden loud outbursts of orgasmic joy. As I rode Raffa a powerful orgasm ripped through me and to keep from vocalizing my eruption I bit my lower lip to the point that blood was running down my chin, but the pain was worth it.

I came to the conclusion that I had tortured Raffa enough and that he needed to do what was natural in such circumstances so I quit clenching and trying to control him and just rode him and waited for the inevitable hot seed explosion to happen. Suddenly he attempted to push me off of him as the time had arrived for him to shoot. I was determined to ride him to his finish but he was insistent in his efforts to move me off of him. Finally he pulled me closer to him and grunted into my ear, "We do not have permission to create life!"

That I understood and I did my best to convey to him that it was safe and that we would not make a baby together but he was not buying it, or my command of his language was too poor. He gave me one mighty heave and I landed on the bed next to him. He took his member in hand and started stroking it furiously with its business end pointed in my direction. I knew what was about to come but I did not feel the need to take a semen shower so I leaned forward and pushed his hand away and replaced his hand with mine. I never was one to be a tease and not finish what I started so with my hand securely around his staff I guided the tip to meet my lips as I bent over his thigh.

It only took several cycles of my surrounding lips moving up and down his rod for him to begin spilling his seed into my mouth. He did not taste bad but I had tasted better. The volume was less than I had expected from such a virile young man and it was easy for me to keep up. I was able to swallow each hot spurt as it washed over the inside of my mouth without losing a single drop. I managed to glance up at him as the last few hot jets of liquid coated my tongue and I could see a look of amazement on his face, which suggested to me that he was not used to a woman doing this for him. I filed that away for future reference as I finished milking him with my lips and cleaning him with my tongue.

I slipped off of him and settled down on the bed next to him with my back pressed up against his chest and my small firm backside pressed against his manhood. We were both breathing hard and heavy and it felt really comforting when he put his arm around me and pulled me into a tight spooning position. His lips pressed to my ear before he whispered, "What is your name? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

I left his questions go unanswered for the moment, and answered silently as I guided the hand of the arm that was holding me to my bare left breast. I used my hand against the back of his to help him to softly squeeze my firm little orb in the hope that this would distract him from his questions and give him something else to focus on. Unfortunately he was persistent and asked again.

I went to plan "B" and wiggled my pert little rump against his still hard member and was happy that my soft movement brought a sigh of pleasure from him. I could hear him opening his mouth to speak again and this time I cut him off with a soft, "Shhhhhhhhh" sound from my lips as I ground myself backward a bit harder trying to emphasize the point that there were better things we could do than to play twenty questions.

He seemed a bit annoyed that I would not answer but just like all the other males that I have known, a naked woman and a hard penis can be most distracting and without saying a word I won this brief skirmish, but my partner was about to escalate the battle to a new level.

With his arm across my chest his hand began to tighten his grip on my breast. I was enjoying the sensation but he started squeezing a bit harder than I would prefer but still, it was pleasurable for the most part. While he was ratcheting up the pressure on my orb, his other hand pulled my left leg up and back over his spreading me open for his free hand to press the head of his manhood against the tight opening of my little wet kitty. Once he was positioned it took just one quick thrust for him to push the majority of his shaft inside. His massive push coupled with a firm squeeze of my breast brought an unexpected sigh of pleasure from my lips. I was thankful that Sneha and Palu were still going at it quite loudly and that neither of them heard my unexpected vocalization.

Raffa moved his hand from my leg to my hip to hold me in place then commenced moving himself in and out of me slowly from behind. I tried to match my movements with his but I was held tightly in his grip and he was doing the driving. All I could do at this point was to enjoy the ride and wow, what a ride it was. Raffa really knew what he was doing and started picking up speed. He was only giving me about three quarters of his length and that was fine with me. His length was just about equal to my depth and I was concerned that with the force of his thrust that he could push in a bit too hard and hit bottom.

Raffa's thrusts increased in speed but he was having trouble moving his hips as fast as he wanted to with the sheets and crude mattress getting in the way and causing unnecessary friction against the thigh and hip. It was shortly after he came to this realization that he shifted his weight and pushed me over onto my chest and tummy. With his shaft still buried inside me he placed his muscular legs on the outside of mine. His hands ran up my arms to my wrists then to my hands. His fingers interlaced with mine as he stretched my arms up high above my head and pinned them to the mattress.

He was in control now and I was pinned under him and unable to resist, though resistance was NOT in my game plan. Raffa pulled his hips back then pushed himself into me hard and fast as his lips pressed to my ear and whispered, "Who are you?"

I just grunted as his member slammed almost all the way to the bottom of my tunnel, but I said nothing in reply. My silence brought another powerful thrust that still failed to bottom out and he asked again, "Who are you?"

He should have known by now that I was not going to answer him and when I failed to answer he pulled back then thrust in hard and fast once again, but this time I did something that he did not expect. As he slammed forward I pushed back with as much force as I could muster and as he hit bottom this time I yelped slightly and hissed out in perfect Annu, "Harder!"

I had a feeling that he did not speak Annu, or if he did he did not know the modern dialect, and my pleading for him to plunge himself into me harder was in his plan all along. As his weight held me down his hips would rock back and force his manhood hard and deep into me. I did not meet his thrusts now as he was moving too fast for me to keep up. I was at a disadvantage being held down and the best response that I could come up with was to lay there under him and enjoy what I had been needing for so long.

It did not take long for the movements of his manhood inside me, and his weight constantly pushing me down deep into his mattress to bring a strong orgasm bubbling to the surface. Each time he would push into me his weight and mine caused my little sensitive button to grind against the crude sheets and rough mattress. Several more hard thrusts and I was a squirming, convulsing mess of orgasmic humanoid. My teeth bit into his sheets and mattress as I did my best to silence the animalistic sounds of orgasm that I was known to make when I lost control.

Raffa continued to punish me with his long thick tool, and my little impaled kitty continued to bless his sheets and mattress with copious amounts of moisture. His movements became more deliberate as he pistoned in and out of me. I could feel that he was close to exploding as well and the suppressed sounds of his grunting and the pulsing of his manhood inside me confirmed that he was close. I knew that he would not spew his seed inside me and I was preparing myself to use my mouth once again as his receptacle, but he had other plans.

My hands were released as Raffa repositioned himself behind me. He latched onto my hips and pulled me backwards bringing me up to my hands and knees in front of him. All the while his meat was firmly buried deep inside me. I braced myself as I felt him pull himself almost all of the way out of me, then using my hips he pulled me back toward him as he thrust forward. I was quickly impaled on his pole again but this time he hit bottom and I was forced to bite my lower lip again to keep from crying out. Raffa's thrusts were now punishing and deliberate and even though they caused me pain, they also caused me great pleasure and after several minutes of this, I was convulsing through yet another powerful orgasm.

My arms grew week and failed to support me as the continued waves of orgasm sapped my strength. It was only Raffa's grip on my hips that kept me upright on me knees before him. I could tell that he was very close to his own orgasm and was doing his best to hold back. We were both a rutting, sweating and sex crazed mess, but this tempest of sex was about to end soon. Raffa sensing that he could hold his seed no longer pulled himself out of me. As quickly as he pulled himself out of me, he pressed the large bulbous head of his manhood against my tiny sphincter and pushed in suddenly. The head pushed in past the rim and I felt as if that orifice was on fire.

He did not give me a chance to adjust to his monstrous head lodged inside my back passage, he just increased his grip on my hips and plunged himself all the way inside me in with one grand push. I wanted to scream but knew I could not. I ground my teeth into the mattress to keep from crying out. It could have been worse had we both not been quite wet from the volume of natural lubricant that my body had produced through out our night of passion. Had both of us or one of us had been dry I am sure that there would have been some tearing with the power that he had placed behind his initial thrust into my backside.

Raffa grunted and pulled back, then plunged in again, then repeated the process over and over. By his fourth thrust I found myself convulsing through yet another orgasm, then on his fifth thrust the first slippery jets of his hot thick seed were forced deep inside me and began to leak out each time he pulled back. His spurts were timed with each down stroke, which ensured that his seed was deposited deep inside my bowels. This continued for several more minutes. When he was finally spent of seed and energy he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed under him.

There was no clock available to judge the passing of time and even though I could have polled my PDA for the time I was too lazy, too out of breath, and too lost in orgasmic bliss to really care. Moving his arm up across my chest, Raffa hugged me to him as he rolled onto his side, and as we repositioned ourselves on the bed, his still rock hard pole was lodged inside my rear passage. It felt good inside me now and felt even better when its rigidity began to flag. From time to time I would give his magnificent member a little squeeze and enjoyed the soft sexy groan that I got in return.

Raffa held me in his arms as his manhood deflated just before he nodded off to sleep. I too was exhausted but I had to remain awake until my lover was sound asleep. The last thing I needed was for the sun to rise and the morning's light find me in his bed. That would cause me to have to explain more than I was prepared to explain at this point in time.

Once Raffa's manhood returned to its normal size I was able to slide him out of me. The task was easy given its smaller size and the amount of his slippery seed that was leaking out around his member. Gently and oh so carefully I disentangled myself from his arms then slipped quietly out of his bed to leave him lying in the wet spot created by our combined orgasmic gifts. Ok, I confess, most of it was mine but unlike the night that I spent with Shilka, I was not left to sleep in my own puddle... this puddle was mine but it was my gift to Raffa.

Sneha and Palu had gone silent so it was a safe bet that they had worn each other out also and were asleep. I transformed back into my feline form and crept out of Raffa's bedroom. Since my first night with Sneha I had a makeshift bed in a far corner of the common area where I slept. It was not much, just a few blankets piled together on top of an old pillow, and this is where I spent the night. When dawn came, my hosts found me curled up in a tight black ball in my corner. For Raffa, dawn brought a whole list of questions that neither his sister nor her boyfriend could answer.