"Don't mind that. Just ... don't." And of course, being a cat, she swatted it like it was a toy mouse.
"Don't do that!" I barked, already suffering from blue balls. I turned her around and pushed her into the shower.
She fought against me, sticking to the nearby corner to avoid the water. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her straight into the spray. Shrieking from the downpour, she turned around and pounced on me, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
"Uh, Momo? Do you think you could climb off me?"
I was in a precarious position, with Momo's slit resting on the shaft of my manhood and her melon breasts smooshed against my chest.
"No! Momo isn't letting go!"
Stuck with the situation, I decided to make due and step into the full spray of the shower, pretty much dragging her down with me. She winced and tightened her hold, feeling the hot water pouring down on her, but once her body was completely soaked, she began to relax. While her arms remained locked around my neck, she released her legs and stepped down. But that just made the situation worse, as now my manhood was gripped in her thigh gap and the feeling was almost more than I could handle.
"Momo, I really need you to let go!"
"No!"
I tried pushing her off but her arms remained firm. I could only manage to push her back a few inches before she would close the gap, with my manhood sliding back and forth across her labia. She continued to squirm, her every movement increasing the intensity of what I was feeling. I had enough self-control not to commit the taboo, but I had to act to relieve the pressure. Hoping Momo would forgive me, I began thrusting forward between her legs, rubbing my equipment against hers rather than actually penetrating her.
Momo began to blush, getting the same intense feelings as I was. "Master, what are you- oh! Master, that tickles!"
Her tail writhed and curled, her ears twitched nonstop, and she panted in arousal as we both approached climax. I achieved it first, a much-needed orgasm that sent semen shooting through the air and splattering the wall behind Momo. She hadn't yet experienced her own orgasm, but her hold on me weakened enough for me to finally break free of her grip and separate the two of us. Selfish as it was, it would probably be better if Momo didn't know what an orgasm was.
"Ok, first, let's wash your hair. I don't have any girl shampoo, but mine should work just fine."
I poured a puddle of Head & Shoulders into my hand and then started rubbing it into her scalp. Her eyes closed and she immediately began purring with a smile on her face. The more I lathered her hair, the more pleasure she seemed to feel. In a way, it looked like she would collapse any moment, falling asleep like a child having her hair brushed. She especially loved it when I toyed with her ears, and I got a kick out of it as well. I turned her black hair into a pile of white foam and had her step out of the water.
"We'll leave that to set for a couple minutes. Now it's time to clean your body. See that white block right there? Take that and use it to wash yourself."
She cocked her head to one side. "Huh?"
"Take it and rub against yourself. Think of it as like a tongue."
She picked up the soap, surprised by how slippery it was. "Can Master do it?" she asked.
"You mean show you on myself?"
"No, can Master wash Momo?"
After that first orgasm, I had lost a lot of pressure, but a large twitch moved through my dick.
"It would be better if you did it."
Her ears dropped and she looked back at the bar of soap. She began dabbing herself with the end, giving small sweeps with it like she was using a paintbrush. At the rate she was going, we would be in the shower all night.
"Ok, fine, but only this once. After this, you do it yourself."
I took the bar of soap from her and began scrubbing her arms. When she was an actual cat, having her legs touched normally made her shy away, but now she was actually purring from it, and again when I washed her belly, always with my eyes on her soft skin. I avoided her pelvic region altogether, both front and back. I didn't want to open that Pandora's Box. But when I put down the bar of soap, her ears perked up.
"Master, you haven't washed Momo here."
She was pointing to her breasts, which were, in turn, pointing up at me. They were beautiful, large enough to bounce with every movement she made, with quarter-sized areolas and bright pink nipples. I desperately wanted to touch them, but it was for that reason that I had avoided them. But Momo wouldn't take no for an answer.
"All right, turn around." She turned her back to me and I soaped up my hands and took a deep breath. "Here we go."
I reached around her and cupped her breasts. Her ears perked and a shiver crawled up her spine, but the sound she made was one of bliss. I began massaging the soft mountains, rolling them around in my hands and thoroughly lathering them. They fit in my palms perfectly, but no matter how hard I tried, they slipped out of my hands every time I squeezed. I couldn't help but toy with her nipples, making her both purr and whimper from the sensation.
"Master..." she cooed as her tail twisted like a snake.
Her reaction wasn't helping to calm my erection, which was now pressed against her ass. At last, I was able to pull myself away, but Momo wasn't done yet. She turned to me, blushing and unable to look me in the eye.
"Master, while you were rubbing Momo's chest, this part of felt weird," she murmured, framing her slit with her hands. "Can you wash it too?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "No. That, you'll have to do yoursel-"