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• Time for another sequel, as our Border Collie futa milf, Audrey, who we first met in A View from the Porch, finally decides to go and tell Cynthia, the cat milf we last saw in For Their Relief, For Her Indulgence, how she feels. Obscene debauchery ensues. This was written by Jeeves. Follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

Audrey Joins the Family

Autumn was passing towards winter. There had been frost on the ground early that morning, and her plants were reacting accordingly. The plump marmalade striped cat sighed mournfully. She'd done all her tasks, cut back what needed to be cut back and planted for next year what needed to be planted for early spring germination. But, it never made it any easier to know that her days of being able to wile away the hours in her garden were over for the year. To know that she would be denied those hours of peaceful outdoor activity, and of course, to know that for the rest of the winter she would be denied the sight of her neighbour from across the road sitting on her porch, acting as though everything was perfectly normal while she jerked off her obscenely productive cock to the exhibitionistic wiggling of Cynthia's ass as she knelt with her upper body in a flowerbed.

She stood in the doorway of her home looking out at the cold, diminished garden for which she could do no more, her breath fogging up in the cold air, and looked over at the empty, unoccupied porch of the house across the road for a moment longer before heading back inside to grab one of her toys, and spend the day dreaming of summer and sex until one of her sons got home from college. Just before she could turn away though, to her surprise, the door of Audrey's house opened, and the border collie stepped nervously outside. She was wearing a beautiful, short skirt, thigh high socks and a spaghetti-strapped top, all but the socks entirely unsuited for today's weather and her outfit unanimously doing everything possible to show off her own soft, curvaceous middle aged body. Her eyes rose, travelling across the street and landing squarely upon Cynthia's home, and Cynthia herself.

The dog froze. Her eyes bulged, and Cynthia's heart skipped a beat as she swore that she saw the front of Audrey's skirt twitch. For an instant it looked like Audrey was going to retreat back inside without acknowledgement of their having seen one another, or simply smile and wave at Cynthia before doing much the same. She watched the dog's chest puff out though as the border collie clearly took a deep breath, and then she saw Audrey slowly beginning to cross her own front yard, and then the street, actually coming over towards her.

Cynthia's pussy burned like the core of a star, and she felt moisture dribbling down her thighs, praying she wouldn't visibly stain her pale blue jeans quite yet as the border collie got closer and closer, her outfit looking all the more slutty, purposefully so even, the nearer she came. Finally she was standing just a few feet away at the stoop of the cat's own home, and with a desperate, frantic look on her face, Audrey forced herself to speak with clenched fists and a quaking voice.

"I... I can't wait till next spring to see you again."

She gurgled in a mixture of desperation and humiliation, perhaps resigned to rejection already but unable to hold back her truth regardless of that fact.

"Cynthia, I'm... I'm obsessed with you. I don't know if I love you or I just want to fuck your brains out, but... I can't go months and months not knowing if I'll see you by chance, or finding reasons to step outside just so I can catch a glimpse of you heading for your car or something. I can't. I've been thinking about it for weeks and it's been driving me crazy, so... oh, god... so, I'm here... asking you. Begging you to... oh, god, I don't even know. To say something. Anything to let me out of this limbo. To call me a freak. To tell me you never want to see me again. Or... oh, fuck... or..."

Her voice trailed off as though she dared not provide a positive counterpoint to her more negative expectations of what Cynthia was going to say to her. The cat however could only hold her stoic, surprised expression for a few moments. She was shocked that the border collie had finally broken down and said something, but of course she had known of Audrey's physical feelings for her for quite some time, and had it not been for her sons' fairly recent changes meaning that her own libido was more or less constantly satisfied to any extreme she could have ever hoped for, she no doubt would have stopped simply teasing Audrey and allowing the border collie's voyeurism to go on, and asked the dog the very question which escaped her muzzle right then and there.

"So... would you like to come inside, then?"

*******

Six hours later, Audrey faintly heard the sound of a door being opened.

She lay on her back, her fur matted, every last inch of her soaked with a mixture of her own cum, a little saliva, but predominantly Cynthia's ejaculate. The border collie had always imagined that Cynthia was a squirter, but she could never have dreamed, never have hoped to dream in such vivid terms the truth of what was now her own reality. Even in that moment, more liquid was pouring over her face as she clutched Cynthia's ample buttocks in her hands, still revelling in the feel of them; the texture of her soft fur and fleshy, jiggling cheeks, while she suckled on the feline woman's gorgeous and deliciously, seemingly eternally receptive clit. At the same time the cat's hands were on her cock. Squeezing, massaging her knot while Cynthia's rough tongue lapped at her tip. She had lost track of how many times she'd cum somewhere in the mid thirties, and though normally Audrey herself would have thought such a thing impossible, she was worried that sooner or later her balls might run dry, her cock might become too sensitive to bear such continues stimulation, or worse still... she might simply go soft with exhaustion.

"Mnnhahhyess, Cynthi-aa-a-ahahhhhhhhhgod!!"

Audrey howled as without warning the cat suddenly lunged forward and took every last inch of her shaft into her mouth and throat, lips smooching playfully at the knot her hands were still manipulating. With a roar the border collie began to cum again alongside her already squirting lover, and it was through her own screams and wave after wave of ecstasy that she heard another, much closer door swing open, and a voice call out with a rumbling purr of lust.

"Ohhfuck, mom. Is that Miss Audrey, from across the street?"

Another, similar voice followed immediately in its wake.

Holy shit. Can... can we fuck her, too?"

*******

Within a week of finally admitting her feelings for Cynthia, not out on the doorstep of the cat's home but as she knotted the marmalade cat's convulsing, gushing pussy for the first time and screamed her undying love for the other woman, Audrey had sent the first emails to a real estate broker about selling her former house.

She didn't need it any more, and even if she had... there were others whose needs came first. Whose needs she had to meet. Whose needs she were desperate to, and obsessed with meeting far, far beyond her initial, surface level obsession with her veritable MILF of a neighbour.

Eyes glassy, mouth open with a strand of drool hanging down from one side of her chin, and the most goofy, lopsided smile stretched across her furred, stained features, Audrey giggled mindlessly as her new family claimed her. Her toes curled as her legs were eased wide apart by Heath, his cock seeking out her well worked ass still leaking with lube and cum from the last time it had been fucked by one of the boys. Cynthia was already riding her cock, bouncing upon her with one hand wrapped around Audrey's knot to keep them from locking together until she'd enjoyed her fill of humping the entire length with each jiggling roll of her hips. Eden meanwhile was straddling her upper body, his tight ass resting against her ample breasts as he held her by the hair, and stuffed his cock down her throat, cum flowing like a geyser with periodic, never-ending eruptions.

Audrey didn't have to worry about being tired any more. The guys' cum saw to that. She didn't know what it was about them. Cynthia had tried to explain, but it was hard to listen to the cat without thinking about pleasuring her in some way, and it was hard to think about pleasuring her without actively working to do so, resulting in Audrey not really having understood much about the magical nature of the eighteen and nineteen year olds' bodies or their addictive, pleasure-enhancing cum. All she had to worry about now was taking care of them. Ensuring that their needs were met, by making certain that her every hole was available to them twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.

She was there in the mornings, normally woken up by one of the boys pushing inside her while the other did so to his mother next to Audrey in their bed, but sometimes venturing through into their room, bow-legged and drooling pre-cum like a leaky tap, to suckle on one of their cocks before they awoke and set herself up with limitless arousal for the day ahead. She was there when they had college, driving eagerly between campus buildings to lead them away from their friends... or to slip into a dorm room with one of their friends between classes to help keep the guys focused, draining them as best she could before their next lecture or while they worked on assignments with their classmates. She was there throughout the day, eating, fucking, doing whatever Cynthia wanted to the cat's pussy as they both awaited their sons getting home with baited breath, longing for the enhanced rush of ecstasy they would be able to share after gulping down or otherwise receiving a fresh load of the guys' cum straight from the source. And of course, she was there at night.

Audrey knelt beneath the dinner table, hurriedly shuffling from one set of legs to the next, sucking and stroking, slurping and fingering, her own cock spasming and spilling pre over the toes which playfully rubbed her throughout.

She lay on the couch as they all watched TV together, not really taking in the movie on screen but staring at the bright, flickering colours anyway as in a steady rotation the trio took turns fucking her while they all watched the movie as a family activity.

She begged them not to make her shower, to let her go just one more day coated in already several days worth of cum and ejaculate, of rich, vivid musk; marked by them, not stained but proudly emblazoned with the results of her triumphant efforts to stimulate and worship. But, on the days when they did coax her under the water, it didn't take long for her to remember that she loved showers too, as the night after she was all fresh and clean... they delighted to the extreme in making her wetter, stickier, filthier than ever before.

The border collie screamed for them. She howled, yelped, wailed, shrieked and grunted in ecstasy over and over again, the only bliss sweeter than her own repeated relief feeling, seeing and hearing them do the same because of her actions.

She did everything for them. Anything. Day after day, week after week, month after month. Unquestioning. Unthinking. Surrendering herself wholeheartedly to this world she could only have dreamed of. A world of pure sex, of limitless lust, and constant, glorious demands being placed upon everything she had to offer...

She was a slut. A shameless, greedy slut who not only wanted to be fucked senseless each and every day, but got to live that dream one load, one squirt, one screaming, howling orgasm at a time. And in that way, with that new life only just beginning even as winter passed into spring and she watched through the window as Snowdrops bloomed in the borders of Cynthia's garden while waiting for one of the boys to come up behind her and fill her ass, or for Cynthia herself to cuddle her and beg her to come eat her out while she cooked dinner, Audrey found happiness and contentment the likes of which she had never believed possible before.

At last, she had Cynthia, that cat whom she had lusted after for so long. Or rather, Cynthia had her, as did Heath and Eden in equal measure.

She had them all, her beloved family.

And they all had her. Their adoring, perfect, shameless fuck toy. Now, and always.

By Jeeves.