Glowing to hear Lisle again, Gerlinde rose up.  This was not easily accomplished.  The pet bed provided bad balance, and she had to stop herself – retain the proper majestic pose – before teetering.  Her eyes shone their approval to the face below the spearing width of her cock, but she shook her head.<br/><br/>“No, Lisle puss.”  Gerlinde corrected.  The gnawing of Lisle’s neck clamped and drew the girl to kneeling.  “You<em>are </em>a good kitty.  Remember?”<br/><br/>Gerlinde’s testicles beat like new bruises and insisted that this was not the time to be pedantic.  No, she thought.  Not pedantic.  But this was the time to be powerful.<br/><br/>With a finger freshly glazed from the expedition into Lisle pussy’s weeping vagina, Gerlinde traced Lisle’s mouth.  She didn’t just coat the sad little mouth.  She soaked it.  Lisle’s fluids had been gathered jelly-thick from the core of her body.<br/><br/>“You said, ‘I’m making a lot of cream, so I’m a good kitty,” Gerlinde repeated, pushing a runnel of that cream onto Lisle’s tongue.  “Keep repeating that to me, over and over, as I move you.”<br/><br/>Gerlinde inhaled as she began to lift Lisle to her own bed – a King size bed covered in tousled sheets that still were crisply scented with linen.  She did not smell the sheets, though.  She smelled Lisle’s body – her puss pussy’s pussy – as she used the grip on Lisle’s neck and a guiding hand on Lisle’s side to put her on her back on the bed.<br/><br/>Gerlinde greeted the aroma, in the same way she did the smell of a new place’s airport as whenever she landed there for the first time.  Lisle’s musk was strong as fuel; the sharper odors of her opening cavity were keen as the scent of trees.<br/><br/>“Repeat.” Gerlinde instructed.  Throughout moving Lisle, Gerlinde kept the girl fastened to her by the tether of her stare.<br/><br/>She guided Lisle onto the bed, being sure to put herself between Lisle’s legs.  Gerlinde  wanted those legs tucked behind her, so that Lisle only saw their fresh distortion in glimpses.  She adopted the pose of a lover; her core aligned with Lisle’s, her hand on Lisle’s cheek and on Lisle’s belly, her chest arched overhead.<br/><br/>“Repeat.” Gerlinde said.  She reached back for a moment to unhook her bra clasp.<br/><br/>The bra slid away, and her great breasts dropped out.  They did not drop far, swollen as they were.  Blushed with color like slapped cheeks, Gerlinde’s breasts hung and throbbed in tenderness.<br/><br/>Having them exposed made Gerlinde’s cock throb all the harder.  One hand raced back to Lisle’s cheek, its heel against her mouth, and began nuzzling.  The other hand went to her penis.  Gerlinde reflected that its touch felt like a cooked rib – meaty and rugged with unruly flesh and hard as bone.<br/><br/>“Repeat.”<br/><br/>She set the spade of her glans against the shaft of Lisle’s clitoris and began rubbing.  Gerlinde rubbed slow – this and this alone was on her mind: To rub slow, to rub firm, to make Lisle cook over with arousal.  She wanted the kitty thrashing on the edge of orgasm before she entered.<br/><br/>“Repeat.”<br/><br/>She kept sliding her cock there, the head scraping the long flank of the jutting organ.  She made the fringe of the glans catch it, letting it pop free.  She skated up and down, bathing it in the leak of her cock head’s slit.<br/><br/>Her face hovered over Lisle’s.  Gerlinde felt it must be glowing.<br/><br/>“Repeat.”  Gerlinde said, keeping her lips open.  She set that open mouth over Lisle’s.  She did not kiss.  She wanted to give kitty a place to lick.<br/><br/>Her breasts crushed to Lisle’s small mammaries.  Her breath felt like it was pure smoke.  The inferno of the moment consumed all other thought.  Gerlinde soaked in it.<br/><br/>She tilted her hips back.<br/><br/>“Repeat.”  She ordered a final time.  Then her hips shifted, her hand guided, and with a shudder of her compressed breasts and lithe back muscles, Gerlinde shoved her penis into Lisle’s vagina until she could feel the kitty’s socket grab the fringe of her bulging glans.<br/>