He held that pose for a few seconds, then made a rumbling whoofing noise and stepped toward me to investigate further. I stepped back and started to put up my hands to stop him, but we ended up with his face stuck in my crotch and my hands buried in his thick mane, holding his massive head. He held very still as he investigated, while I stood there and tingled all over with desire and fear. I could feel the breath from his nostrils puff against my crotch and his stiff whiskers press against my thighs. He whuffled again, a big puff of air, and pulled back. He had an almost besotted expression on his face that made me want to laugh. He reached up with his right foreleg to paw at me and scratched me a bit on the thigh as I pulled away.

Still facing the lion, I squatted down in front of him; he sniffed at my face, then rubbed against me hard, knocking me over. As I scrambled to my feet, still squatting, he circled behind me and again sniffed at my crotch, clearly interested. He patted me on the rump with a heavy paw and rubbed his head against my rump, again almost pushing me over. I couldn't tell if he was really ready, so I just crouched down on my hands and knees with my head held low and my rump held high and waited for his next move. He sniffed some more, and for a moment I felt his big, cold nose-pad touch my labia. I looked back between my legs, and saw him move forward. Then I felt his chest fur brush against my back as he stepped over me to stand with his forelegs beside my shoulders.

I kept looking back, and as he lowered his rump, I could see his massive tail and dangling balls swing into view. Loose fur on his belly brushed against my back and rump as he shifted his feet and moved forward slightly. I could hear him breathing and rumbling above my head, so I held still, and he lowered his rump some more, bringing his partially unsheathed penis into view for a few seconds. I couldn't see it very well, but it looked a little smaller than Frank's penis, and I could see that it had a blunt-pointed tip that broadened steadily back to where the rest of its shaft was hidden by the sheath. He thrust toward me, and I felt the bunched muscles of his thighs press against my buttocks, felt the tip of his penis slide along a buttock and tap against my crotch just above my vulva. He pulled his penis back a few inches and thrust it against me with gentle poking motions, tapping me each time above my vulva but moving closer with each thrust. His thigh muscles shifted slightly against my buttocks, and I lifted my rump a couple of inches higher, and then I saw the sharp pointed tip of his penis drop into view and press between my labia. I closed my eyes and held still.

He pulled back once more before thrusting the tip of his penis into my vagina, hesitated for just a moment as he decided he'd reached his target, then leaned forwards as he thrust again. I felt the hard, hot shaft slide out of its sheath and into me, felt him press forwards until his penis was sheathed in my vagina from its narrow tip to its thick hilt, felt the furred sheath press against my labia as it bunched up around the base of his penis, felt the two lumps of his balls press against my crotch. The sensation was tremendous, and I came immediately, trembling and moaning beneath the lion's belly as my vagina contracted and spasmed around his penis.

I expected him to keep thrusting like Frank would, or to explode in a fucking frenzy like my dog would, but Caesar held nearly still while his thigh muscles trembled against my buttocks as he moaned and rumbled above my head. He pressed tighter against me, and I felt his penis twitch hard within me and relax, then felt the warmth of a spurt of semen deep within me. He shifted position slightly and his penis pulled back a little, and I felt the back-pointing spines on its head pull on my vaginal walls as they fought its withdrawal. It didn't really hurt, but it did feel strange. His penis twitched hard in response and he pressed forwards again, releasing another warm spurt of semen against my womb as I continued to come. His thigh muscles were trembling harder and I felt him sway and shift against me, his penis spines pull against me and the shaft jerk and spurt a third time in response.

Then I heard him snarl and roar above my head, felt his thigh muscles press hard against me in momentary spasm, while the broad base of the shaft massed against my clitoris. Then he pulled back and stood up in a rush, snarling as he did so, and I felt his penis pull up and out with a sharp flash of sensation that made me come some more as the bristled head pulled free of my vagina. I fought to keep from collapsing on the floor and lifted my head to see what he was going to do. He was standing a few feet away, watching me as though he expected me to do something. Then he turned and flopped to the floor with an enormous sigh of satisfaction, stretching out with his eyes closed. I held still for a minute while my orgasm faded and I fought to get my breathing under control, then shifted to a crouched position while I watched him. He didn't move, and I quickly got to my feet and crossed the room to the door which Frank held open for me. Caesar lifted his head, then lowered it again, too satisfied for the moment to protest.


Part 3. The First Time

Frank closed the door and latched it. He was almost speechless as he hugged me. "My God!" he said. "I don't believe you really did that! Are you all right?"

I hugged him back and said, "I'm fine, but I feel kind shaky. Let's go back in the house." I got dressed, then we filed out of the cat-house and back into Frank's house.

Cleo was still inside, so I collapsed on the couch while Frank took her out to her pen. I felt really wrung-out and shaky, but I felt good. I knew I'd done something that few women had ever dared dream of, and far fewer had ever done. Frank came back in, locked the door, and sat down beside me. "You sure you're OK?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "but I'm getting cold. Maybe it's a reaction to the excitement. Let's get something hot to drink." I got some cold coffee out of the fridge while he got cups. We warmed it in the microwave, and went back to the couch and sat down.

He looked at me and said, "That was the wildest thing I ever saw. I still can't believe you'd dare do something like that."

I grinned at him. "I couldn't let you get away with doing something I wouldn't do," I said. "You looked like you knew what you were doing. Was that your first time with Cleo?"

He blushed and I knew I had him. "No," he said. "We've done it a few dozen times in the last year and a half. But don't tell me you've never had sex with an animal before. You looked like you knew what you were doing, too."

He deserved to know my secret also. "That was my first time with a lion, but I've been screwing my dog, Max, for about three years. I'd just about given up on men before I met you. There was something wild and exciting about you, and now I know what it is. But how did you ever start doing it with Cleo, and what does it feel like?"

He took a drink from his coffee and lay back with his arm around my shoulders. "The first time I did it was about a year and a half ago. I've had Cleo for four and a half years, and she'd been more or less mature for about a year. She was coming into heat every couple of months, and she would stay that way for two weeks or more. She'd get super affectionate and she'd constantly demand attention. It would get so I'd be reluctant to get in the pen with her, cause she'd try to keep me from leaving. She knew more or less what she wanted and she knew who she wanted it from. Me. She'd rub against me, turn around, and present herself. I thought it was pretty funny, but I'd hug her and rub her face while she'd try to lick me, and I found I was getting horny thinking about what it would be like."

"The third time she came into heat, I couldn't get the idea of fucking her out of my head. I'd go out into the pen to play with her, and she'd crouch before me. I'd put my hand on her back and she'd tremble and push back toward me. She's such an good-tempered cat I wasn't very worried she'd do something dangerous. So one evening, I made up my mind I'd find out just how far we could go. I stripped down to just a pair of cutoffs and sneakers, went out and fed her inside the cat-house instead of her pen. I sure didn't want any spectators watching us. She was so horny she was more interested in me than in the food.

"After she ate, she came over to me and wanted attention really bad. I crouched down and hugged her and pretty soon she was turning around and presenting her butt for the hundredth time, basically saying 'Fuck Me!' As she did that, I could smell a sort of sour muskiness that had to be her "in heat" scent. It wasn't unpleasant, if anything, it made me feel hornier.

"I didn't know whether her vagina was large enough for a human penis, so I decided to explore a little. I squatted down behind her and put my hands on her back. She lowered her back, raised her rump, and turned her tail to the side. I could feel her trembling beneath my hands. I kept one hand on her back and stroked her tail and thighs with the other. After a couple strokes, she jumped up in excitement, then turned around and presented herself again. This time, while I held one hand on her back, I touched her beside her vulva with my index finger. She jumped a little, but then pushed back against my finger. I stroked her slit with my finger, then pushed it in a little way. She growled and jumped up in a rush, but immediately circled around, rubbed against me, and presented herself for some more. This time, she was willing to hold still, and I was able to push my finger into her vagina all the way. She held still for a moment and I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting in waves around my finger, then she growled loudly and jumped up while I pulled back in alarm. She was pretty excited, but she wasn't angry, just unbelievably horny. My blood was pounding in my ears and I was buzzing with excitement, myself

"She settled down after a while and presented her butt again. This time, I used my middle finger, and I was able to finger-fuck her a half-dozen times before she growled and jumped up. She was tight around my finger, but not too tight for my penis, I thought. I was ready, and I figured she was as ready as she'd ever be. I was so horny by then that my balls were aching, so as soon as she presented herself again, I pulled my shorts off and squatted right behind her. I stroked her back, leaned over her and put my hands on the floor beside her. I could feel her tail pressing against my groin, but her rump was so wide I couldn't get into position at first. She didn't move, so I reached back with one hand, grabbed my penis, and felt for her opening. I was fumbling around back there like the amateur I was, not really sure where I was poking her, while she was pushing back against me, rumbling softly and trembling against my thighs. We were both amateurs at this, I guess

"It probably took only fifteen seconds or so before I found my target, but it felt like forever. I felt the head of my penis slide along a soft, warm groove, then catch on a hole in its deepest portion and start to slide in. I let go of my penis and pressed forwards a little as Cleo strained to hold her tail aside and push up and back against me. I got both hands on the floor in front of her hind legs, spread my knees as far apart as I could, and pressed deeper. The root of her tail jumped spasmodically against my groin and her furred rump trembled against my thighs as I slid two-thirds of my penis into her. She was hot and tight around my penis, and I could feel waves of muscle in her vagina tighten around my shaft and then relax.

"As I pressed deeper, I could feel her thighs tense, and she started to growl. I stopped pressing deeper, pulled halfway out, and held still. Her vagina clenched around my penis as it moved, then relaxed when I held still. I was so exited and horny that I was almost ready to come. I didn't want to yet, so I just held still , and she relaxed a bit more and stopped growling. I thrust a little into her and pulled back again. She didn't tense-up as much this time, so I thrust deeper, then took a few slow, shallow strokes.

"She was so hot and tight, and the sensation was so tremendous, it felt like my balls were going to explode -- I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust into her until my balls were pressed tight against her rump and I felt the head of my penis bottom-out inside her, pulled back once more, and thrust again, as deep as I could. That did it. As I started to come, I felt her vagina clamp tight around my penis. Then she growled loudly, the growl became a snarling roar, and she jumped up in a rush and pulled out from under me, leaving me coming in thin-air. I scrambled back in a rush as she turned around and took a swipe at me. She swatted me once with her claws partway out, then collapsed on her back on the floor and started rolling back and forth.

"I got up real quick and backed out of there into the supply room. She'd nailed me on the shoulder, and I was afraid had a set of good, deep scratches there. I took a quick swipe with a tissue along my dribbling penis, then inspected the claw-marks. Checking them with a mirror, I could see they weren't that bad after all. I cleaned them out with peroxide, put some antiseptic and band-aids on them,

"Then I turned my attention to my penis. There was some blood on it, and I realized that, after all, that I'd just deflowered a virgin. I got cleaned up and dressed, and carefully went back into the room with her. It turned out she wasn't mad or anything, she was ready to fuck again! I sure wasn't. That was plenty enough excitement for one day! 'Maybe tomorrow, Cleo', I softly said to her. I was right.