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Family Business III

(To read this chapter, you must agree with the disclaimer and copyright posted in the first chapter.)

(Sorry for the long wait, but I regret to inform you that, in all likelihood, it will happen again.)

"C'mon, buddy. Just two more reps... c'mon, c'mon, you can do it... alright, just one more... and... we're good! Nice job."

Sam panted, for a moment, absolutely worn out. He hardly budged from his position, for a moment--groaning, he complained loudly, allowing his arms to dangle to either side of the upraised bench on which he lay.

"My arms... feel like butter..."

"That's good," Max replied, "mine always do after a good workout."

The wolf had been spotting for his friend, who was attempting to benchpress more. So far, he'd gone from three sets of four at 170 pounds to 190--a good increase for a one month period. To be sure, many of his female, and non-hetero male fans seemed to appreciate the obvious increase in muscle mass the tiger now sported, though some cautioned him against bulking up too much--Sam didn't sport excessively broad shoulders; too much muscle would make him look bizarre.

Max, though, didn't have that problem. One of the reasons Sam usually asked the wolf to spot for him was because he knew that there was absolutely no way he'd come to harm--the wolf was, for example, known to curl 150 pound freeweights... one in each paw!

Sam hadn't quite completed his last rep properly, but Max would never have told him that. The wolf had taken over, easily lifting the barbell in both paws, setting it up and away, so that Sam could collapse without fear of crushing himself.

The tiger's chest slowly rose and fell. Max stood next to him, loyally, until he sat up, signaling that he was alright. Only after that did the taller male make his way to a squat rack, loading the barbell there with some unGodly sum. Sam could only fall back over with a groan.

Soon, metallic sliding and clacking sounds were heard, as Max started to pump out squat after squat. The tiger again sat up, then stood up, shaking his head in awe.

They were in Malibu's communal gym, occasionally frequented by the neighborhoods' residents--usually, they kept to the elliptical machines and treadmills, leaving the weights to Sam. Today, though, there was no one about, so the entire, perfectly air conditioned and ventilated building was left to him and Max.

The gym itself was an architectural marvel. Built into the side of a mountain, the three story behemoth sported floor-to-ceiling one-way windows that changed from opaque to transparent based on the amount of light they received from the outside--a new, and correspondingly expensive technological marvel that was only starting to seep into the ownership of the general public.

It was just after four in the afternoon, on a bright, sunny Wednesday--a storm was predicted for the evening, but one wouldn't know that by peering out over the still, pale blue water, and cloudless sky. Even Sam, who'd seen the view a thousand times before, had to smile to himself for a moment.

By the time the tiger had made his way to a pullup bar, leaping up to work his back muscles, Max was performing overhead presses, exhaling hard as his shoulders flexed. Though the wolf's fur was somewhat long and shaggy, owing to his Norwegian heritage, there was no mistaking the defined lines etched across his form, setting one group of muscles apart from the other. Watching him exercise was like watching a finely-crafted machine perform its task with flawless accuracy, over and over again.

"Almost done?" Sam said, painfully stretching his arms, massaging his aching triceps.

"Yeah, almost," Max murmured through gritted teeth. "Just these, and some pushups, and I'll be done. Sorry to hold you up, buddy."

The tiger waved a paw dismissively, smiling at his friend. To be honest, he was glad for the few moments of respite--after this weighted torture session, they were going on a brief sprint--just a mile or so--back to his home.

Max set his barbell down, and, after pausing, for a moment, to catch his breath, stretched out on the floor. Back perfectly straight, abs clenched, he started to perform wide-grip pushups, slowly moving his paws in until they formed a triangle in front of his face--this was a full arm and chest workout.

"So, uh... any word on your D--"

"Hey, man, let's not talk about that, okay?" Max said, looking up at his friend suddenly, an insistent... not quite a glare, but certainly a somewhat upset expression in his hazel eyes. "Just... leave well enough alone, y'know?"

"Yeah, sure. My bad..."

The wolf smiled, his old self again, and, breathing a bit hard, by then, continued to do pushups. Sam was left to sigh through his nose at the canine. Mentally, he noted to himself that he'd have to have a chat with Sara about this...

For now, though, it was time to forget about Max's personal problems. The wolf had finished his exercise, and stood, cracking his neck, stretching, for a second, almost tearing his tight undershirt to threads, before bending down to retie his shoelaces--they were going to run.

Trying not to show how certain he was that, halfway home, he'd collapse or faint, Sam breathed deeply, for a moment, before glancing at his friend, and nodding. Then, a second later, the two males were making their way _up_stairs, out of the communal gym, into the fresh and open air of Malibu... to half-kill themselves running back to the tiger's place.

One of the advantages of being over 6'8" tall and built like a tank was that it allowed Max to do things that many people couldn't. For example, he could sling his semi-conscious, very confused and worn out friend over his shoulders for the remaining two hundred yards home.

To be honest, the wolf was glad for the extra resistance; his calves needed some definition. Annoyingly, though, he got more second and even third glances from passerby than he normally did--ah, well.

A moment later, Sam's house's door was opened, and the wolf was admitted in. He'd called ahead when the tiger had collapsed, explaining things with a fair deal of embarrassment--he'd cautioned his friend against attempting to keep up with him, but, predictably, the feline's pride had gotten ahead of him, and he'd gone and knocked himself out.

By the time Max was inside, Sam was snoozing, his body recuperating from the intense workout it had just undergone.

"Hey, Sara... it's good that you were here, otherwise, I'd probably have to call an ambulance... Sam wouldn't have liked that..."

"Yeah. Idiot," the tigress said, obviously referring to her brother as she led the wolf upstairs. She was being curt, but Max could tell, from the way her tail lashed around, rapidly, that she really did feel concern for her brother, no matter how idiotic he was.

Sam was set down on his bed, where he instantly curled up, smiling to himself. Sara petted her brother's head, once, before sighing, and cheekrubbing Max's elbow--that's how much taller than her he was. Nearly two feet, and still growing.

Looking up at him as they left the tiger's room, shutting the door behind her, the tigress smiled appreciatively.

"Thanks for taking care of him, Max. I owe ya one."

"N-nah, we're friends, it's not a big deal..."

Sara just stuck her tongue out at the wolf, smiling at him regardless.

"Go and do your whole shower thing, cub, and then I'll do somethin' for ya. I'll take you to a movie or something, my treat, and no arguments, okay? Your clothes are in the bathroom."

"I thought you were supposed to be submissive..."

Almost instantly, Max regretted saying those words. He flushed under his fur, and was about to apologize, rationalize, and deny as necessary, but Sara just laughed pleasantly, and playfully swatted at his arm.

"Only in the bedroom... or, basically, anywhere else. Heheheh."

The wolf grinned nervously, and, stuttering, explained that he was going to go to shower. Sara smiled as she turned away, waving at him, her tail batting against his shin in a friendly manner as the big male disappeared into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Max had finished his shower. His athletic shorts and cotton wifebeater had been replaced by a pair of black athletic pants and a muscle tee over another wifebeater--it was a beautiful day outside, but in Malibu, almost every day was a beautiful day. Unintentionally, Max looked intimidating, or simply scary--his height, build, and clothing ensured that the 8" butterfly knife he had a habit of clipping to his waistband would never, ever see real action.

The wolf exited the bathroom, pulling on a pair of socks, black, like his clothes. Standing up, he ran a paw over his short, buzz-cut hair--he'd considered growing it out to give himself a more distinctive appearance, but decided against it. His present cut was more functional.

"Whatcha thinking about, kiddo?" said a voice from behind--and far below--the wolf.

He turned, and smiled as he saw Sara approaching. The tigress seemed fully intent on making good on her word; she'd put on a skirt and blouse, tying a hoody around her waist in preparation for the upcoming storm, and carried a simple but cute white leather purse in her left arm.

"Oh, hi, Sara... not too much, just my hair. Do you think it looks good the way it is... or should I grow it out some?"

"Hmm..." the tigress said, "I dunno..." She reached up, but couldn't quite muss up Max's hair as she'd intended to. The wolf didn't seem to read her intentions, and just looked, confused, until Sara gave up, and merely shrugged, smiling. "Nah, I think it looks cool the way it is. A lot of pro wrestlers have long hair, right?... well, I think you'd look pretty different with the style you've got."

"Really? Thanks..." he smiled, following the tigress down stairs. "So, uhm, what movie did you want to catch? I haven't really been keeping up with Hollywood recently..."

Sara glanced at him, for a moment, and, as a female, could tell almost instantly that he was, as most males commonly did, hiding something. The thought of prying--just a little--crossed her mind, but she decided against it. Sure, she liked Max, he was a decent guy... but he was her brother's friend. She couldn't ruing the relationship they had by being nosy.

"I'm not sure, actually," she replied, as they made their way to the garage. "How about a military flick..."

She'd made that suggestion due to the presumption that, as a young male--of seventeen or eighteen, she couldn't quite recall exactly--there was little he enjoyed more than explosions, gun battles, and other iterations of modern combat. But, she noted--he actually shuddered, and, no doubt, was in the process of thinking up some sort of excuse, for some reason, when Sara reacted.

"Or maybe, something lighter... umm... why don't we catch that one with Adam Sandler? It looked kinda funny."

"Yeah, that sounds good," Max said, attempting to keep a measured tone, but the sly tigress caught the unmistakable hint of relief in his voice. Something really was upsetting him.

They were in the garage, by then, and the tigress made her way to a nearby Audi R8--she then paused, and looked at Max, for a moment. He probably wouldn't fit in such a vehicle, not comfortably, anyway.

"Hmm... you have an F-250, right? Why don't we take that?" the tigress suggested.

"Well, I actually didn't take it here..." Max admitted, shuffling, a bit--if only he'd planned ahead a little.

"How did you get here, then?" Sara asked, tilting her head, before leading the wolf to a BMW X5--that might seat him without excessive discomfort. "Don't you live like... fifteen miles away?"

"Sure do. It's just a quick run, nothing major," Max replied, as he squeezed into the cabin, cramped, for a moment, until he started to decrease his seat's height--apparently, Sara had been the last one in that seat.

"A fifteen mile run... nothing major," the tigress giggled, as the SUV's engine purred into life. "You're insane."

Max was surprisingly good company; who knew that Sam had such cool friends? Sara found herself rather engaged in a discussion or debate about football and basketball--Max maintained that the latter was better, due to faster pacing and constant action. Sara argued that the spacing and suspenseful moments of football made it more exciting, and did so until it was time to park the car.

They'd stopped at a local mall theater--since it was the afternoon on a weekday, the establishment was all but empty. Happily, this meant that Sarah was able to pull into a front spot, so that the walk from the SUV to the theater was only a few dozen yards.

Though the tigress was used to look up at most everyone she'd met--everyone, actually, bar none--she wasn't used to looking that far up. She actually felt awkward, walking next to Max, and sighed once.

"Jeez... does height run in the family or something?"

"Not really... my mom's 5'6", and my... my dad's 6' flat... um, I don't have any brothers or sisters..."

"Aw, you're an only child?" Sarah asked, before taking the liberty of wrapping Max's massive, powerful arm around her shoulders. "I can't imagine life without Sam... he was a really good little bro. ...Never tell him that, though."

"No problem, Sara. I dunno why you wouldn't say something like that to him, though," the wolf said, reaching forward with his free paw to open the door for them. "If I was your little bro, I'd be happy to hear something like that. Real happy."

"Well..." the tigress blushed, a bit, then sighed again. "I guess you're right. I'll tell--hey, no, I'm treating you, Max!"

"You can buy the drinks or something," the wolf said, smiling. "Just... please, okay? I'm a Southerner, I believe in chivalry..."

Sara glowered at him for a moment, but nodded. Max simply smiled a little wider, and paid for two tickets. A moment later, the two were standing several yards away from the concession stand, deciding what to clog their arteries with.

"Why don't we share a popcorn," Sara said, "and you can get somethin' else, too, big guy? I'm not too hungry... and I'm watching my weight, anyway..."

"What for? Your figure's perfect," Max replied skeptically. "Well... I guess you're a teensy, teensy bit on the slim side, but..."

The tigress found herself blushing--though she received compliments on her incredible body often, it never failed to embarrass her--particularly when someone whose opinion she valued praised her. Max smiled, and, after a moment of hesitation, reached over and gently caressed her head in a paw.

"I'm cutting this week," the wolf said. "Popcorn's enough for me."

Sara had been with, to her count, twenty different guys in her life, thus far. For a pornstar, this was an astoundingly low number--and all, but for two of her encounters, had been strictly work-related scenes. The two relationships the tigress had had in her life hadn't lasted past the three month mark... apart from Sam (and Jasmine), who always had been and always would be at her side, she didn't really have any friends close enough to be sexual with.

Perhaps, today, that would change.

In a rather clichéd manner, Max's and Sara's paws found one another as they both went for another few kernels of popcorn. The tigress felt her cheeks grow warm, immediately, and smiled, seeing that the wolf had reacted similarly.

She spent the rest of the movie scheming, plotting how to enter a relationship with Max--or, rather, how to scope him out, more, to see if he could be a decent boyfriend. She certainly wasn't going to leave her other two lovers--ever--and it might probably take some convincing to get the wolf to accept a relationship that was open, at least on her end.

Max stood a good chance of understanding, though--after all, he was one of Sam's best friends, and he'd never been anything but extremely respectful towards her and Jasmine.

The topic of sexuality was a bit more difficult to plan ahead for, but Sara decided that, at least at this stage, it didn't matter. She could, and often did, get it from Sam as much as she wanted--it was always a nice surprise to wake up in the middle of the night being caressed by her brother... then taken either immediately or after long, sensual minutes of foreplay.

The tigress wondered, vaguely, what Sam was up to, just then. He'd probably have woken up by then... maybe he was getting some food in his system, or, just as likely, doing the same while editing one of the family's many videos. Then, though, the tigress remembered--he was shooting a scene that day...

"I dunno... I'm real sorry, girls, but I don't think I'm up to a full scene today. Sorry..."

"Aw, you sure, Sam?... we were really, really looking forward to you..."

The tiger shook his head sadly, and his colleagues sighed, but nodded. He really did look quite worn out.

They were dressed in rather torn-up jeans, and similar tops--their apparel wasn't old, but, for reasons beyond Sam's comprehension, such a style was apparently the "in" thing now. The tiger wasn't exactly a fashion buff... jeans and a graphic tee, and he was set.

For a moment, Sam looked over the two, and had to smirk to himself--he'd never get tired of his mother or sister, of course, but these two were smokin'.

The two sisters were human--originally from Texas, they'd moved to San Fran a year ago, taking a step up from the strip club to enter the world of pornography. Sam had been one of the first to induct them into the tightly-knit society--and he'd enjoyed every moment of it.

They were twins, and stood at 5'6" each. With long, straight blond hair and sea green eyes, as well as slim, hourglass figures, they were certainly exotic, albeit in a different way that, say, Sara or Jasmine were. The only question, though, was how was Sam, in his current physical state--complete exhaustion--supposed to shoot a scene with them?

"How about we suck you off?" Kara suggested, stroking a lock of hair behind her pink, fleshy ear. "It won't take much effort for you... but it'll be plenty popular online, right?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Sam replied instantly, before glancing at the sister in white--Faith--to see her nod in approval, and anticipation. "C'mon... let's head over to the studio..."

Sam was sitting at the foot of a rather large bed--it had been custom built to admit several occupants at once, for obvious reasons. With an HD camera resting on his shoulder, he cracked his neck, twice, then waited, but not for long.

The door to the studio opened, and the two sisters sashayed in, hand in hand. The room's white walls, carpet, and bright lighting made them appear dark, in contrast, until Sam zoomed out, so that his own striped thighs were shown in the video's frame.

The two sisters didn't take more than two steps before they got on their knees--still several feet from Sam--and started to crawl. Though the tiger had been the recipient of submissive activity of this brand more times than he could count, it still made his tail lash around, excitedly, next to him. This was going to be fun.

The two sisters had tried their hands at dirty talking once before--and, though they'd done other _very_kinky things before, that, for some reason, had embarrassed them nearly into stopping the scene then and there. So, silently, they made their way towards Sam, raising their eyes to meet his only when they were just inches from his massive cock.

Teasingly, they kissed their way up his thighs, stroking through his sleek, soft fur with their fingers, making their way to his cock. Their lips met it at the sides of its base, and they remained there, for a moment, continuing to give it suckling kisses. Sam gently set his paw on Faith's head, stroking through her sleek, long blonde locks. Beautiful.

Somehow, they moved perfectly synchronized with one another--perhaps it was thanks to practice, or maybe it was one of the benefits of being twins. Moving up, slowly, to the barbed tip of his member, the sisters made Sam almost squirm in pleasure as they teasingly pressed their lips all over his fat cock.

The feline tidied up his camerawork, after realizing that it had drooped, just a little, and sat up a bit straighter. This was starting to get involved.

A slight nudge got Faith to shift positions, a bit, moving downwards to suck at Sam's balls. The tiger moved the camera, so that the shot included the view of the blonde's work as well as her sister's. Kara had wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and was jacking him off slowly, as was her twin.

A moment later, Kara moved to join her sister in sucking at Sam's balls. The tiger held his cock in his paw, moving it out of the way of the shot, and captured every subtle, pleasing motion the sisters executed. By then, he was purring, softly, but his camerawork didn't show it. He was, after all, a professional.

Now, Faith was the one sucking Sam off, gently bobbing her head up and down while she used her lips to massage the upper third of his cock. Her twin watched, for a moment, then stroked some of her hair out of the way before looking up at the camera, while she gave the side of Sam's shaft a few sloppy, wet kisses to lubricate it.

Kara backed off, for a moment, giving Faith control of things completely, while she pulled her shirt off, baring her smooth, cream-colored torso. Her breasts were covered by a black lace bra, but not for long--soon, the undergarment hit the floor.

It was Faith's turn to disrobe, while Kara lasciviously sucked at the fat tip of Sam's cock. She rested her hands on his thighs, licking his shaft all around to lubricate it for what came next. The tiger panned the camera away from her, for a moment, to catch a glimpse of Faith teasingly jiggling her breasts in her hands.

Twins, truly, were excellent sexual partners.

"What did you think of the movie?" Max asked, as he and Sara left the auditorium. "Pretty good, right?"

"Yeah, it was pretty funny. I liked the noodle scene--remember that? That was hilarious."

"Yeah..." The wolf smiled down at Sara, for a moment, before his nerves got the best of him, and he abruptly looked forward.

Sara found that sweet, and hugged his arm, for a moment, as they made their way back to her X5. She took out her cellphone, glancing at the time--the day was still very young. The tigress looked up at Max, for a moment, a question on her lips--but then, the wolf quickly glanced forward, smiling.

"Hey, there's A.J. and his little brothers. C'mon, Sara, let's go and say hello. Have you ever met A.J.'s little brothers?"

"Uhmm... no actually. I didn't know that A.J. had little brothers, the tigress said honestly. She followed Max's gaze, and, indeed, at the opposite end of the parking lot was the unmistakable silhouette of Sam's younger, human friend--and two smaller figures flanking him.

"He does. They're twins... and they're only ten years old. Uhm, the quiet one's Aziz, and the other one's Bashir. They're great little cubs."

Sara smiled up at Max as they drew closer to A.J. and his brothers. It was almost like he'd found a replacement for his own lack of siblings.

"Hey, guys," the wolf called, so that the three, mixed race humans turned, looking to see who'd called them. "How are ya?"

"Oh, Max--and Sara. Hello," A.J. replied, as the two younger boys at his side broke off, racing towards Max.

The wolf laughed and playfully picked both twins up, demonstrating some sort of wrestling move on them--of course, he set them down gently, so that Sara could get a good look at the two of them for the first time.

Their eyes were deep blue, as was A.J.'s, but they had black hair. One's was quite curly; the other's was cut too short for the tigress to guess at its texture. By then, A.J. had approached, smiling slightly as his brothers continued to harass Max.

"Good afternoon, Sara. How've you been? It's been so long." A.J. was wearing a karate uniform--so were his brothers, Sara observed. And, she observed, although Max had said that they were eight years old, both were already significantly taller than she was.

"It's only been like three days, A.J," the tigress laughed at his customary greeting. "Hello to you, too--hey, you cut your hair."

Indeed, A.J. now sported a military buzz-cut. He rubbed his head, for a minute, sighing nostalgically. Then, he shrugged.

"Yes... I just wanted to try something new, and I'm also thinking of joining... ahm, that is... what are you doing out at such an odd hour? Isn't this when you and Sam normally work?"

"Well, yeah, but he sort of passed out, and he's got another scene for today. Long story," she said, intending to explain later--perhaps when A.J. told her what he was thinking of joining. Sara wasn't dumb, and could tell when she was being kept out of the loop. Just before A.J. had stopped himself from telling her something, his eyes had flickered towards Max.

"I see, I see... Aziz, Bashir, stop bothering Max," the human said, "and say hello to Sara. She's Sam's big sister."

The two younger humans broke off their attack, but remained at Max's side as they looked at Sara. One smiled, the other looked somewhat wary--but they both greeted her.

The short-haired twin approached Sara, somewhat, and walked partially around her, as if examining her. The tigress blushed, giggling, nervously--was she being checked out by a ten year old?"

"This can't be Sam's big sister. They don't look that much alike, and Sam's taller than you are, Amir. If he had a big sister, she'd be," he held his arms apart to demonstrate, "_realllllllllllllllly_tall."

"No, that's not--remind me to explain a few things to you when we get home. God," A.J. said annoyed, glaring at Bashir, apparently. The curly-haired twin was still looking at Sara, curiously, before he quietly, carefully ventured his own opinion.

"Sam... works with his mother and big sister. You told me that, Amir. What do you do?" he asked, looking at Sara, genuinely curious.

The tigress's mind raced to think of some deceptive way to answer, as did Max's and Amir's, but before any of the three teenagers could speak, Bashir did.

"They 'fuck'. Jeremy in school told me that he has lots of videos of them 'fucking'. Max, what does 'fucking' mean? Is it hard work?"

This was a premium shoot, so for over a quarter of an hour, Sam allowed the twins to massage his cock with their lips, tongues, and occasionally, hands. Their techniques were varied and erotic, and more than once, the tiger found himself purring in pleasure.

Kara and Faith weren't quite submissive enough to cockslap themselves, or allow him to do the same, but at one point, Kara slipped off his cock, sucking hard so that when she left it she came off with an audible, wet pop. Then, panting in emphasized arousal, she gently tapped his thick shaft against her cheek.

The feline held the camera out and to the side, so that the field of view changed. From here, it would be easier for the audience to watch Kara slowly attempt to deepthroat him, gagging the entire way. Spit collected around the base of his cock, quickly slurped up by her sister, as she began to lasciviously suck at his balls.

Sam realized that they hadn't quite decided how the scene was going to end, so, he assumed, it was up to him. A few ideas made their way through the tiger's mind, each more enticing than the last--until he made a decision, nodding to himself.

But the scene wasn't going to end soon. At least another fifteen minutes of the racy team blowjob remained before Sam could finish.

They kissed up and down the side of his cock, slowly stroking him with their lips. Eyes shut, they eventually held still, allowing the tiger to thrust, sliding his fat member against their sweet, lubricated flesh. Their tongues explored every inch of his shaft and head, raunchily playing with its barbs.

Sam sighed softly, grinding his hips upwards. They were _almost_as good as his mother or sister.

Exhaustion was threatening to take the tiger over, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Of course, he could let the twins suck him off again... that seemed like a good idea.

The tiger sat up, giving a significant look to both Kara and Faith. As a result, Kara began to stroke him, rapidly, holding her sister's head in place by her hair--Faith opened her mouth, looking up at the camera with a begging expression that said, quite clearly, "Give me your cum."

Sam's cock began to throb, rhythmically, but he didn't moan once. The opening of his cock rubbed against Faith's lips, so she reached out with her tongue and licked at his head, swirling around it in circles.

The tiger came so powerfully that even Faith flinched; the rapid torrent of his seed flooding her mouth, much of it spilling out. Kara opened her mouth too, aiming Sam's cock towards her, and she, too, was rewarded with far, far too much cum to drink down. The sisters rested their cheeks against one another, and shut their eyes, allowing the rest of Sam's climax to paint their faces.

Smiling in lust, Kara began to kiss the cum off her sister's face. The twins weren't bi, as far as Sam knew, but they certainly weren't homophobic, either. Once Faith's face was clean, their roles were reversed, and soon, every drop of the tiger's thick seed had been swallowed down by the two girls.

His member had softened only the slightest, as he'd ensured he'd captured the cum-cleaning as best as possible. The camera hadn't gotten unfocused once, and Sam felt a moment of pride--he had improved.

Sam hardened up almost instantly, when the two sisters managed to squeeze themselves between his legs, sucking at his balls. Their technique was different from Sara's, but almost as good--the tiger felt his arousal rise as they pulled away, allowing his cock to slide across their faces.

Kara sudden grabbed the back of Faith's head, and attempted to force her to deepthroat Sam. Her aim was a bit off, though, and as a result, Faith's face was pressed against the girthy underside of the tiger's cock. She nuzzled against the veined shaft until her sister pulled her back, before suddenly pushing her down again.

Sam made sure that the audience could see Faith spasm as his cock filled her throat a bit beyond capacity. She gagged, but managed to hold herself still. Kara smirked, a somewhat dominant twinkle in her eye, but released her sister a moment later. Faith sat up a bit higher, and Kara opened her mouth, accepting the mixed fluid that Faith spat into it.

They certainly could be racy when they wanted to.

Sam allowed them to keep working his cock for another twenty minutes. They'd practiced a lot since he'd last experienced them; now, they could do things with a member that most females couldn't imagine, or simply wouldn't. When the tiger finally came, he finished into Kara's mouth, filling it up with so much cum that he saw stars.

The tiger managed to keep the camera rolling, though, as the twins swapped his seed. When it was finally time to end the shoot, Sam simply collapsed, half-conscious. Experiencing so much pleasure was a tiring experience indeed.

Faith and Kara looked at one another. They were both still naked from the waist up, and rather wet with bodily fluids. Instead of going to shower, though, they shrugged, and rested on either side of Sam. Such affectionate intimacy wasn't part of their job description, but they did like Sam. He had a tasty cock.

(That's all for now, folks. See you soon.)