Bucky sex dream, Jamie’s tail, hair drying, Muzz on Bucky’s hip
Part 1
Bucky had just woken from a fantastic sex dream. He was very horny.
He was curled up next to Zemo, his arm over Zemo’s chest. Zemo was lying on his back, BuckyCat curled up under his other arm. ZemoCat was spooned up against Bucky’s back, one arm around his stomach, one knee in between his knees.
Bucky rubbed his chin against Zemo’s chest, caressed his belly, making little circles with his fingers, moving slowly downwards. He whispered against Zemo’s softly fragranced skin. “Hel? Love?”
Zemo murmured sleepily. Smiled. Flexed his belly. “My love?” he whispered back huskily, turning his face to Bucky and kissing him on the forehead. “Are you awake?”
“Mmmmm.” Bucky circled Zemo’s bellybutton with his finger.
Zemo opened his eyes.
“You know I really liked what you all did for me yesterday,” Bucky said softly.
“Indeed.” Zemo lifted his arm carefully from Jamie and turned onto his side to face Bucky. Jamie’s head peeked up sleepily above Zemo’s shoulder, blinking.
“And would you like to do so again?”
Jamie’s ears pricked up. Muzzy moved sleepily against Bucky’s back. Moaned.
“Ye-es,” said Bucky, “but slightly differently.”
“Oh, yes.” said Zemo, his eyes twinkling. “Tell me.”
“I had this dream…” Bucky gave a deep breath, then huffed out, all at once, “I would like to walk in on you all, all prepared and waiting for me, and fuck you all until I run out of fuck.” He smiled a little smile, looking hopefully at Zemo, his eyes big and blue and dopey.
Jamie perked up, ears twitching. Muzzy sat straight up and draped his body over Bucky’s side, his tail swishing slowly against Bucky’s legs.
“I think that can be arranged, my sweet James,” said Zemo, looking around at the boys, who were grinning, and showing their canines. “What about this evening?”
“Fuck, yes, Hel. Really?”
“For you, darling, anything. Jamie, Muzzy, what do you think?”
“I would be delighted,” purred Muzzy, scratching his talons lightly over Bucky’s stomach.
“Oh yes, please,” said Jamie. “We could just be there like little sausage rolls waiting to be filled.”
“And James would provide the filling,” said Muzzy, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
“Fuck, boys, that sounds great and all, but I don’t think I can wait until tonight,” said Bucky, a little sheepishly.
“Anticipation makes it all the sweeter, my darling,” said Zemo, placing a gentle hand to his cheek. His dark eyes flashed. “Meet us in the conservatory at 8.”
“No,” said Bucky, shaking his head. “I mean, I don’t think I can wait. Look.” His cock was rock hard and quivering, clear fluid already oozing from the tip. Muzzy groaned and grazed it with one taloned fingertip, collecting the pre and bringing it to his mouth to suck. Bucky’s dick jumped and flexed. His hips snapped.
“Oh, I see,” smirked Zemo, reaching for it. “Well, in that case, maybe a little taste of things to come.”
“Ha! Of things to cum!!” squealed Jamie.
*
Part 2
Zemo had been teaching BuckyCat how to fence. He was an excellent student.
BuckyCat looked so good in his fencing whites, Zemo couldn’t resist pinching his bum as they walked from the dedicated fencing rooms to the showers. BuckyCat smirked and wiggled his bum, and his tail whipped up to Zemo’s hand, wrapping around his wrist.
“Jamie, my dearest, when did your tail get prehensile?” Zemo held up his wrist, Jamie’s tail wrapped around it like a vine.
“I dunno. It’s been getting easier to do this kind of stuff for a week or so. Muzz can do it, too.”
“Can your tail grip my cock?” asked Zemo wonderingly, with a hint of expectation, gazing at Jamie’s tail tip and turning his forearm.
BuckyCat grinned, showing his sharp white canines. He pulled Zemo towards him with his tail. “Let’s try it in the shower, Mo. We can get all slippery sexy.” And he threw his arms around Zemo to kiss him.
~ Dear Reader: It could definitely grip Zemo’s cock. ~
After the shower, Zemo was drying BuckyCat’s hair with a soft towel. Zemo was sitting on the low couch, legs spread. Jamie was seated on the floor in between his thighs, leaning back against him, luxuriating in the feel of Zemo’s hands rubbing his hair and scalp with such attention and dedication. Once dry, Zemo combed BuckyCat’s hair free of tangles, and put it up in a very sexy bun, leaving some tendrils to curl fetchingly by his temples, and down his neck.
“Thank you, Mo,” said Jamie, admiring himself in the mirror. “I like it.”
“You look delicious, my love. C’mon then, let’s make some lunch for the others. They should be finished soon.”
*
In the kitchen making lunch: chunky vegetable soup, thick ham/cheese/salad baguette sandwiches, fruit salad made of strawberries, kiwi, satsuma sections with cream.
Zemo was hand feeding BuckyCat slices of ham and cheese while he prepared the food. Dipping his finger in the little porcelain jug of thick cream. Smearing it on Jamie’s lips to watch him lick it off. Pushing a fingerful into his mouth.
“Don’t swallow. I want to taste it in your mouth.”
*
Jamie unzipping his jeans, taking the jug and pouring some into his crotch.
“Taste this now, Daddy.”
*
Part 3
Bucky had been teaching ZemoCat how to use a sniper’s rifle on the firing range. This was a dedicated set of refurbished barns at the back of Zemo’s huge gardens, just past the apple and cherry orchard. It even included an archery field, which ZemoCat was excited to try next week. Muzzy was a quick learner with handguns and rifles, and an excellent shot. Bucky was very pleased with him, and lavished him with praise. He was getting better at doing that, picking up little hints and phrases from Zemo.
Leaving the guns and ammo at the range, they were walking back through the orchard to the main house.
“Carry me home, James. On your hip.” ZemoCat could still sound a little imperious, but Bucky was getting used to it.
“OK, Doll. You’ve earned it. You did good today.”
“I know, my darling. It’s because I have an excellent teacher.” Muzzy grinned, and put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky liked the praise, and he felt it was deserved. He lifted his arm out to the side behind ZemoCat and jutted his hip out in invitation.
Muzzy leapt up from where he was standing at Bucky’s side, and wrapped his legs around Bucky’s waist and his arms around Bucky’s neck.
“Ooof!” said Bucky, putting his vibranium hand under Muzzy’s bum, and the other out to the side slightly for balance.
Muzzy’s chin was resting on Bucky’s shoulder, and with every step, Bucky’s hip bone was hitting Muzzy’s cock just right.
Muzzy moaned softly with each step. Bucky grinned wickedly and exaggerated his hip movements, curling his vibranium fingers around Muzzy’s bum. Muzzy’s tail was whipping the air behind him into a frenzy.
Muzzy began gently scratching Bucky’s neck with his talons, his breath hitching, unable to stop the moans escaping him with every step that Bucky made.
“Oh, I feel so naughty, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
“Oh, do you, you little pervert? Can you wait until we get back to the house? It’s so close, you can see it through the trees.”
Muzzy squeezed his legs around Bucky’s waist, and Bucky could feel his erection. “No,” he said defiantly, grinding himself against Bucky’s side. “Do me now, or I’ll die.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” said Bucky swinging him round to the front, lifting him by his armpits and striding over to the nearest tree, pushing Muzzy up against it, and kissing him soundly.
“Let’s get these combat trousers off, then.”
“Let me,” said Muzzy, throatily, pushing Bucky away slightly as he flexed his hands to reveal the talons, and proceeded to shred his own and Bucky’s clothing, throwing the ruined fabric carelessly on the grass.
Bucky’s dick was hard and throbbing by the time Muzzy had finished, and when Muzzy dropped to all fours, lifted his tail and presented his arse, Bucky sank to his knees behind him, grabbed his hips and pushed his cock right up against Muzzy’s hole.
Muzzy hissed and pushed backwards, spearing himself on Bucky. He moaned loudly as he took in the length of him. Bucky shuffled forwards, pulling Muzzy to him and began to move, setting up a nice slow rhythm, which Muzzy allowed for a while, before clenching himself around Bucky and demanding more speed.
“Faster. Harder,” he groaned, pushing back at Bucky, his hands ripping at the grass as he moved.
“Well. OK, then,” said Bucky, speeding up and happily thrusting into ZemoCat until they both climaxed loudly.
Muzzy lazily looked down at the copious amounts of catcum he had just sprayed onto the grass and said “It makes good fertiliser.”
Bucky laughed, and pulled Muzzy’s hips close. “Round 2?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” said Muzzy, pushing back against him.
***