Act 03: Curtain Call
As I watched them in the muted light I gripped the lynx in my hands. Visions of my girlfriend disappearing inside the enormous coat ran through my mind and it took all my strength not to gather up the fur and masturbate as the two women swayed before me. I could have easily pulled one of the arms of the coat inside out and slipped it over my cock as I watched them enjoy their elegant foreplay. Quick, deep thrusts right down to my balls, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from cumming into the plush, furry sleeve.
"You should find something in one of those closets," she was telling my girlfriend, pointing to the set of doors to my right. "Maybe you should open the doors nice and wide so he can see what treat he could be in for."
She pulled open the opaque glass doors and stepped towards the shelves. From where I was sitting I could see several full length angora gowns, mohair and angora mittens, and some knitted fur scarves. My girlfriend moved her hands across the hangers, examining the assortment of knitwear, and then reached in and slid something thick and white out of the collection of fluffy items.
She turned and held an enormous mohair poncho in front of her chest. It looked incredible. It was so brushed out that the fibre was about three inches thick, and the cowl neck, which had been rolled over several times, scooped down to where the outline of her breasts showed through. Anyone wearing it would look like they were a walking cloud of swaying, wispy fur.
"Why did you choose that?," she asked my girlfriend.
"Because when you're going down on him the roll neck will cup his balls beautifully." She walked over to our hostess and slid the poncho over her head. "He's going to beg to cum in your mouth."
As soon as the poncho fell into place, our hostess grabbed my girlfriend by her arm and the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. Their faces disappeared in the mass of mohair and silver fox. My girlfriend was startled by the speed of the act and for a moment her hands fumbled over the mohair, not knowing where she should put them. Finally she slid them under the fuzzy white collar and pulled it up the back of her kisser's head.
When they separated, my girlfriend stood there for a moment with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. She licked her lips and gazed at our hostess.
"Kneel in front of him."
She didn't speak, she simply turned around walked the couple of steps to the chair. I could feel the plush mohair waft over my thighs before she started to bend her knees. My penis twitched at the promise of being slid into her mouth and tickled by the bulky white hair of her poncho. She stepped a bit closer as she knelt down and the fluffy expanse of wool skimmed deftly over my legs. I gripped the lynx fur in anticipation.
"Make your tongue stiff and cover it in saliva and outline the length of his shaft from the base to the tip."
When she moved her head down and in towards my crotch the immense collar rubbed the insides of my thighs, and as her warm tongue slithered up my tense cock it settled in behind my balls and lifted them ever so tenderly into the opening of the poncho.
"Again."
I looked over at my girlfriend standing by the closet. She relished in the control she had over our hostess and over me. She smiled softly and whispered "Again."
I cried out as the mohair churned between my legs and grabbed the fluffy shoulders before me.
"What does it feel like?," she asked from beneath her colossal fur hat.
"So soft," I managed to say amid gasps. "Oh god, it's so soft!"
She stared at the head slowly bobbing up and down in my lap and then at me.
"Without stopping, flatten your tongue and make it at flaccid as possible. Turn your head sideways so that your lips are over the sides of his penis."
Her head kept moving, and her mouth never left me. As she turned I could feel her breasts brush over my thigh and her mohair-draped hands move under my legs.
"Now, pretend you are licking the mustard off of a hot dog."
I groaned as her lips and tongue danced over me.
"Faster. Lick him faster."
The only sound I could hear over my staggered breathing was the frantic slurping as she followed her instructions. She lifted her right hand from underneath the dense poncho, placed it behind my cock and pressed it firmly to her sopping mouth. Her tongue lapped at my flesh and I could feel her warm saliva flow down my aching penis.
My hands tugged at the mohair that spilled over my legs and I leaned back in the chair, grunting as she moved up and devoured my foreskin.
"When you get to the base of his cock I want you to straighten your head, stick your tongue out and slowly drag it right up to the tip of his cock."
Her mouth turned and her tongue stretched out; her breath was steady and felt hot in my lap. She didn't move her hand as she slid her tongue up the length of my cock, and as she raised herself up she instantly became a towering mass of fuzz, like a wave of white fleece that was swelling up, impatient to collapse into my crotch and swirl and crash all around me.
"Slip him inside your mouth and take him all the way to the back of your throat."
Her lips dropped over my foreskin, sealing my penis tightly in her mouth, and plunged down as far as they could go. Without any further instruction she started bobbing up and down the entire length of my cock, moving her tongue from side-to-side, flexing it, sucking with just enough pressure to coax my penis to grow even bigger inside her sopping wet mouth. I arched my back and pressed my body into the fur-covered chair and tried to catch my breath.
