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"You're really sure you want to go through with this?"

"I mean...if I'm being honest, I wasn't sure at first, but...just sitting here talking about it is making me...wet."

Jake tried not to do a full spit take at Elandra's honesty. "That's...well, that's motivation enough for me to give it a try."

"You think Sasha will be on board with it?"

"If she's as kinky as the rumors would imply, there's no doubt in my mind that she'll be on board and trying to take the wheel," Jake suggested. "We just need an excuse to have her come over."

"I don't have any plans for dinner tonight," Elandra replied. "If she doesn't, we could always invite her over for a meal and switch things up when she gets here."

"Trying to make it look organic?" Jake teased.

"For her, it will be. She doesn't have to know what we were up to."

"So we're gonna invite her over for dinner, and just happen to have you all tied up by the side of the bed when she arrives?"

"...Don't look too far into it, dickhead. Just tell me if you're on board with the idea or not."

Elandra's sexual frustration gave her an understandable attitude, but the way she lashed out at Jake was cute, as far as he was concerned.

"Worst case scenario, I get to hang out in here while Sasha goes down on you," Jake theorized. "I'd be kinda stupid not to go along with a plan like that."

"Way to set the bar so low," Elandra teased. "Pretty sure you could have gotten a lot more out of both of us, if you had any ambition."

"I'm just not counting my chickens before they hatch," Jake replied. "Not like I expected things to go so swimmingly with you, but...here we are."

"You did get pretty damned lucky," Elandra agreed. "Maybe you'll get the chance to have a similar experience with Sasha for dessert."

"For dessert, hm? What's for dinner, then?"

"Pizza."

Jake blinked.

"What? I'll order it when we're all tuckered out...who has multiple rounds of sex without taking a break to refuel, honestly?"

The longer he hung around her, the more Jake realized that he'd only scratched the surface of Elandra's kinky nature, but he was excited to see what the next round would bring about...and how much more of Elandra's sensuality might be brought out by Sasha's presence.

**

The ropes were smooth enough that they didn't leave any burns against Elandra's flesh when they were tugged into place.

Even when she shifted about and adjusted her panties, pulling her clothes back into place, the black cat only noticed the most pleasant rubbing against her inner thighs, and that network of ropes did a fantastic job of keeping the edge of her toy in place...but fingertips struggled to button her jeans again when she heard a quiet click.

"Oh, f-for fuck's sake...Sasha is gonna be here any second! Save some of that for the real party, would you?"

Jake didn't reply right away.

His lips curled into a knowing grin, but he withheld his voice and perked an ear, instead, wanting to know if he'd be able to hear the quiet buzzing of the vibrator--if there was a lull in the conversation, he wanted to have an excuse for what the sound might have been.

"Trust me, I'm saving plenty for the guest of honor," he claimed. "Just checking a few things before we get started..."

Flicking the switch on his remote control, Jake gave a confident smile, immediately bringing Elandra to regret trusting her friend so much.

"Yes, it works," she groaned. "Now hurry downstairs; it's gonna look suspicious to begin with if we're both hanging out in my room when we're supposed to be expecting company!"

Before Jake could make the stairwell, the doorbell was already ringing: Sasha was prompt about the dinner invitation, treating it with all the sincerity that she would have a doctor's appointment.

She was tapping her toes on the front porch when Jake of all people came down and opened the door to Elandra's house, catching the vixen off guard.

"...H...Hey, Jake. Is Elandra home? She invited me over for pizza."

"Me too," he explained in brief, smiling down at the vixen. He wanted to appear as casual as he could, as if his presence there was nothing out of the ordinary for the bunch. "She's upstairs...I think she was changing, maybe?"

"Huh. She just get in from a run or something?" Sasha asked, stepping through the front door with that much less consideration about Jake's presence. "Seems kinda weird that she would invite us over if she wasn't ready for company."

Jake wanted to make sure that Elandra was a good, polite host: he thought that flicking the switch on his remote would do the trick, but the unexpected vibration in Elandra's pussy forced her to jump in place as she hiked her jeans into place.

She just barely managed to button them before she came rushing down the stairs, a wide, almost concerning smile on her face...one that was faltering as she punched Jake in the widest part of his arm.

"Elandra; hey!" Sasha reached out for a quick hug, pulling her friend in and saving Jake the fate of a series of bruises. "You, uh...you look a little rattled. You sure you haven't been pushing yourself too hard?"

Jake pushed the door closed for Sasha, giving the vixen a sign that she should make herself at home. She kicked her slip-ons to the door and curled her toes into the carpet, all without letting go of the black cat, but holding on that long, she couldn't help noticing something more about their embrace.

"Elandra...? Are you purring?"

The vibration was just strong enough inside of her that anyone touching her for a prolonged period would be able to feel it, but the feline was able to force a series of low, thick purrs to the surface, covering up the real source of the sound.

"Well, of course! It feels like it's b-been forever since I've seen you," Elandra claimed. "I know it's only been a couple weeks, but...it's crazy how busy we've all gotten this summer."

Sasha was convinced that something else was going on from the get-go, but Elandra didn't seem fearful or worried; at that, the vixen could relax around Jake, believing that he didn't know what was up, either.

Their plan was off and rolling, but it would have come undone in the moments that followed if Jake hadn't switched off the vibrator.

"Guess that's part of growing up," Sasha concurred. As the vibrator settled, Elandra slumped completely into what was supposed to be a quick, friendly hug, until the vixen was keeping her friend from dropping to the floor in a heap. "Feels like life is beating you down a bit..."

"Just a lot going on lately, but my parents are out of town and two of my best friends are here for pizza and movies," Elandra stuck to the script. "No doubt in my mind that I'll wake up feeling brand new tomorrow!"

The rapid shift in the tone of Elandra's voice was notable enough, but as much as her ears picked up on that, it was the subtle wrinkle of Sasha's nose that told of a greater hint that something was amiss.

It wasn't the lack of pizza: she knew they were going to wait to make the order until she came over, but at the very end of her next breath, she was sure she gleaned a scent that she was familiar with, but never when Elandra was the source.

Is she...is she turned on right now? Sasha wondered. The longer I'm here, the more I feel like there's a musk in the air...and I think Jake is giving off something similar...

A more bashful soul would have turned around and excused themselves from the evening if they came to the same conclusion, but the rumors about Sasha weren't just true--they actually came up short of telling the whole truth about her overtly sexual nature.

Someone like Sasha wouldn't leave until she got to the bottom of what was going on, but she didn't realize that her presence was the only missing link in the chain of their evening.

"Well, the night is still young, and I've already got one heck of an appetite," the vixen mentioned. She finally eased back from the hug and adjusted her top, pulling down the comfortable, baggy t-shirt that she'd picked for the evening: her whole outfit screamed comfort, given the itinerary that Elandra mentioned over the phone. "Shall we put in an order and try to beat the dinner rush?"

Elandra opened her mouth to reply, and Jake, determined to be a constant thorn in her side, pushed the second button on his remote control, setting the vibrator onto an alternating pattern.

A quick buzz came and forced Elandra to snap her jaws shut. "Mnnf! Ah...a-ahem," she feigned a cough, but before she could cover her muzzle to feign the appropriate manners, another vibration rattled her insides, followed by a long, frustrating gap of silence and stillness. "Yes, that is a...b-brilliant idea," she stammered her way through.

"You sure there isn't something wrong, Elandra? You seem really out of it," Sasha noted. "Jake and I can always take a rain check if you aren't feeling well."

Baggy joggers kept Sasha from showing off any part of herself in greater detail, but the contrast of her outfit to the tighter jeans and t-shirts that Jake and Elandra picked told the vixen that much more about what they'd been up to before she came over.

She was a late addition to the party, but she was eager to make her presence known, now that she'd arrived.

"Trust me, I'm fine ," Elandra growled, but she made sure to turn slightly to Jake when she did, both turning her frustrations away from Sasha and giving the vixen a clear indication of who was responsible for her flustered behavior. "Where did you want to order from? We can g-get started...a-any...time..."

Fangs came together as she bit back on the early rising of an orgasm, but her stomach was already twisted up in knots, leaving the rest of her body to follow close behind with waves of blissful tension.

Her stomach tightened such that Sasha could actually see the evidence against the surface of her tight, gripping t-shirt...and just beyond that, the presence of something thicker and fuller than the waistline of her panties, rising up above the hem of her jeans.

"Something tells me the two of you started without me," Sasha claimed. "I pray I wasn't interrupting something?"

Jake was so carried away playing with the remote control that he never considered how difficult he was making it for Elandra to keep their secret intact, but leaving the vibrator engaged for too long was a surefire way to take all of their planning and throw it out the window.

Just as Elandra was turning to slug Jake in the arm once more, the vixen came in close again and captured the black cat with nothing more than the amethyst of her stare, piercing through the neatly combed tresses of her scarlet hair.

"Elandra? Mind explaining what the hell this is all about?"

Her voice was demanding, but not impolite or angry: she wanted to get to the bottom of whatever was going on, but she was already operating on the assumption that ropes were involved in one way or another...and she managed to sneak a quick touch on the hip-hugging cord as she came in closer to the trembling, paralyzed black cat.

"Just two friends inviting a-another friend over for pizzaaaaaaahgod...Jake...j-just turn the fucking thing off already, damn it!"

Sasha took a half step back, startled by just how powerful a reaction Elandra could have, but the black cat scarcely had control of her own body in that moment, much less her voice.

Inner muscles were pushing back furiously on the weight of the vibrator inside of her, but the rope carrying across the underside of the plugged toy made it impossible for her to force it out; even an inch of relief was nowhere to be seen, and dropping to the floor in the living room was only a subtle clue of just how powerful her pleasure was.

If he doesn't turn it off, I'm gonna squirt in my fucking jeans, she thought. Pleeeeeeeease turn it off, Jake! I don't wanna cum yet!

Biting her fingertip and looking over to the tiger, Elandra tried to give him the pleading look that would buy her a little more time, but turning away gave Sasha all the time she needed to drop between her friend's legs and capture the button on the front of her jeans.

"Okay, if you're not gonna tell me, I'm...o-oh. Holy shit, Elandra..."

Webs of arousal were spilling over already, and a greater flood came along as Sasha tugged down on the zipper and revealed that Elandra was expecting company: there were no panties to be had, and the crotch of her jeans was already soaked through with liquid desire.

A few more seconds, and the stain would have been visible on the outside, as well.

"You two actually put all of this together before I came over?" Sasha asked, looking up first to Elandra and seeing a timid nod from the feline...and a more confident, snickering gesture from the tiger. "Gotta say, I'm impressed that you were willing to take a risk like this...if you sprung this on the wrong person, you probably would have freaked them out."

Now that the jeans were open, Jake finally flipped the switch on the remote control, stopping Elandra mere seconds before she had a chance to go over the cliff of a satisfying orgasm.

"You...r-really suck at this game, dude," she whispered, shaking her head Jake's unrelenting teases. "If she was holding the controller, I probably would have gotten off twice already."

"Hard for me to know how well it's working when you can't admit what you're doing," Jake reminded her. "Was a lot of fun watching you try not to bust in front of Sasha, though."

"Figures that a slacker like you would take the easy way out," Sasha jabbed. "If you two wanted to play a game like this with me, he should have been wearing a vibrator, too...but...since you were the bolder of the two..."

Her gaze turned back to Elandra, twin gems glowing at the feline.

"...You're the one who gets rewarded."

Sasha gave a quick tug at Elandra's jeans, just enough to move them to the knees of the black cat...and when she didn't show any signs of hesitation, Sasha kept going, tugging until Elandra was forced to kick her legs up and back to get her clothes off.

She went to work on her own top, shrugging it up and over her head with ease, but she couldn't find the concentration to reach behind her and unbutton the clasps of her bra when Sasha dove back into the welcoming gap between her thighs.

"Thanks again for inviting me over for a meal...I wasn't kidding when I said I was hungry," Sasha teased. "And I'd take a little slice of your body over a slice of pizza any day."

Elandra was bewildered: she was a bashful creature most of the time, but around Jake, she allowed more of her kinky nature to come through--thanks to that, Sasha was aware of her secrets, as well, and her body was giving itself over to the skillful flick of the vixen's tongue.

It was an impatient touch, moving right to the perky, exposed nub of an erect clit; normally, Sasha would have warmed up her target before going in for the kill, but as far as she could tell, Elandra was far beyond needing any sort of warm up.

"Guess I d-did invite you over for...s-something to eat...ooohfuck..."

Elandra was in greater disbelief than she could voice, but between the intermittent vibrations of the trapped toy and the sudden, suckling affections of a vixen against her mound, words became a difficult thing indeed.

She could already tell that they would be beyond her reach in a matter of moments, but to that end, she still couldn't believe that Sasha was such a quickly willing player in their little game...or that she was so talented with her lips.

It wasn't just a quick, teasing suckle that came upon the hood of her clit, but rapid, curious flicks of the tongue that rolled over that most sensitive spot, forcing Elandra to buck her hips up into the muzzle of the vixen.

When her back rolled down again, she'd trapped her own wrists behind her body, but she knew better than to ask Jake for any sort of assistance; she was better off having trapped herself.

"For the record, you invited me over for pizza, too," the tiger mentioned, no longer content to sit on the sideline with only a controller in his paw, when there were a pair of bodies for him to cozy up to. "Not that I mind calling the place to put in the order or anything like that, but...it looks like you've been holding out on me, Elandra."

Having been between the thighs of the feline before, Jake was surprised to see that Sasha could turn away from those inviting petals so easily.

"You think I can't tell that you've already had your fill?" she asked, her lips still glistening with her first sample of the quivering kitten. "You snuck in early...that's not really fair to me."

Jake switched off the vibrator again, forcing a frustrated cry from Elandra on the other end. "Would you two please f-figure it the fuck out so I can cum already?!"

"You'll get there when I want you to get there," Sasha claimed. "But in the meantime, we should give the delivery boy something to do, shouldn't we?"

Reaching back down her own body and capturing the waistline of her joggers with her thumbs, Sasha tugged hard enough at the fabric that the buckle around the top of her tail came undone, allowing the whole garment to come down and reveal that she and Elandra thought alike.

A lifted tail revealed that there were no panties to obscure the heavenly spread of her damp, parted folds and her tight, delicate pucker.

"Put that remote down and show me what you and Elandra were doing without me."

They never could have known that Sasha was on another level when they first invited her over, but for the first time since she arrived, Jake was in genuine awe of the vixen.

Watching one of his friends go down on the other was more than enough motivation for Jake, who was already uncomfortable in his jeans when Sasha offered him a relieving solution.

"Bold of you to assume that we did that ," Jake replied. His voice was more confident than it had any right to be, but Sasha wasn't buying into his verbal bluster.

She cared more about the physical results, and a quick look over her shoulder was impressed enough with the full, feline cock that was peeking over the edge of his boxers.

"You expect me to believe that you two had all the privacy in the world, a whole house to yourself--one that seems to be teeming with sex toys and bondage gear--and you didn't have sex?"

"...W-well, we did," Jake stammered. "But it didn't go exactly like that. You see-

"Details later. Dick now."

She was demanding enough that Jake thought better of teasing her any longer.

The sight of her dripping womanhood was so alluring that he couldn't imagine dragging things out after a single touch, but it was Sasha who eased away from the tip of his cock when the tiger finally knelt behind her and pressed the head against her gently pouted folds.

"So you can shut your mouth and take orders," Sasha murmured. Making it clear that she was the one in control of the act, she pushed back, opting to penetrate herself first on Jake's member...but when she waited one those first couple inches, she was delighted to feel a thrust to follow, giving her the rest of his flesh in an obedient push. "I doubt Elandra was ever in control of you like this, but...wouldn't that be a treat to see?"

Sasha had no problem making it clear who she'd really come over to see, but Jake couldn't feel the barbs of her words when the vixen's inner muscles were already coaxing at the sensitive flesh of his shaft, daring him to spill his load inside of her after a single thrust.

Soaking wet, gripping and absolutely heavenly to be inside, her passage almost broke the tiger that quickly and easily.

"He's a t-tough one to get a hold of," Elandra found her voice again, but only as long as Sasha was allowing the conversation to occupy her lips. "And if I'm being honest, I...I think I'm a bit more into being tied down than doing the tying..."

"Still in the experimental phase, then?" Sasha asked. "That's okay. I'd love to be the catalyst to help the two of you with a little more exploring...you seem fun."

Sex wasn't as casual to Sasha as she made it seem, but taking that attitude would allow for the pair to enjoy themselves on either side of her.

That was all that she wanted: to have as much fun with her friends as possible, as long as their bodies were willing to play along...and plentiful nectar pouring down the inside of Elandra's thighs told of just how happy she was to keep playing, as long as Sasha would abide.

The fanciful rope work that kept the vibrator in place was finally tugged aside by the eager vixen, her fingertips tugging gently at the bottom of the device to test just how attached Elandra had become to it.

Juices followed the shaft of the vibrator, thicker and creamier than those that flowed down the parted flesh of her labia.

It was more than Sasha could see without going for a sample, but she wasn't content with slurping the juices from the end of the vibrating toy, nor with turning back to Jake for a moment to show him how easily she could work her lips down to the bulb at the base of it.

Fresh, new juices followed the toy back out of her maw; spit glistened upon the surface as Sasha drank in the delicate flavor of Elandra's womanhood, but taking that sample from a distance only enticed her that much more to go right to the source for another taste, this time unobscured by the vibrating weight of the false flesh.

"I've probably been keeping her waiting a bit too long," Jake confessed. "The whole time we were waiting for you to come over, she was squirming...and that was before we slipped the toy inside."

"Hm...so what you're saying is that I need to stop taking this poor girl's needs so lightly," Sasha theorized. "And that you need to get to work back there..."

Slow, gentle pumps from behind felt like a courtesy, as far as Jake was concerned: Sasha approached the act with such a cavalier attitude that he was still coming to terms with how easily their bodies had come together in such a sensual union.

Knowing that Sasha was after something more, he did his best to keep up with her, but there was nothing nonchalant about the way that he grabbed her naked hips and pounded forth, burying the full length of his cock into her womanhood with a decisive thrust.

He thought that would be enough to rattle the vixen, but she was giggling into Elandra's petals as she opened wide and flickered her tongue against the feline's tender clit once more, this time with the added benefit of a pair of curious, probing fingertips.

She was delicate in parting Elandra's folds, exploring the inside of her soaking depths with an expert's touch...but she was observant all the while, taking stock of every wiggle, every squirm, every whimper that Elandra offered along the way.

When Sasha was sure that she'd found her friend's g-spot, she tested the hypothesis with a firm press and a slow, crooking stroke, drawing her fingertips along the top wall of Elandra's passage.

Such plentiful juices followed that single gesture that Sasha was absolutely sure of her findings, but she still needed to put them to good use...