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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Good things don't always happen to good people, sometimes good things happen to the most annoying piece of shit you know. Such was the case with Cecil and his friends, or as close to friends as someone like Cecil could ever have. In truth, Lonnie, George and Grant barely tolerated Cecil and his annoying antics. He'd grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and always had a smug aura of being better than everyone else around him. But the truth of the matter was that the King Cheetah was only as successful as he was because of his parents and their money.

It was only through Cecil and his lavish lifestyle that the three actual friends had gotten to experience the world and overseas travel. If the feline hadn't paid for everything like he usually did, they would have cut him loose years ago. Even more annoying was that Cecil had recently won a substantial amount of money on the local lottery, not that he needed any more money either. Yet that did not stop him from bragging about it to his "friends" every chance he got, as if he was so deserving of such good luck, or the fact that shortly after he'd won the jackpot that he had found the apparent love of his life.

When the three friends had found out she was almost half Cecil's age, they knew instantly she was just a run of the mill gold-digger. If they had been better friends, they might have alerted Cecil to this fact, instead the three amigos kept their traps shut and waited to see how things would play out. If anything, at least having a piece of eye candy on his arm helped make their time with Cecil more tolerable, not that Eleanor ever had anything worthwhile to add to their conversations. The young leopardess was definitely far more attractive when she kept her mouth shut.

This year their bi-annual vacation would be local, spent at Cecil's new lakeside cabin. He had also requested it be only his friends and not their wives, as he didn't want to detract from his girlfriend's beauty, or God forbid, have one of the other ladies talk some sense into the young girl. To most, that might have sounded like a boring holiday. But to the trio, they knew Cecil well enough to know by "lakeside cabin" he actually meant "lakeside mansion". Sure enough, when they arrived at the address he had sent them, the modest accommodations looked like something out of a luxury home catalogue, replete with a heated Olympic sized swimming pool...right at the edge of the lake. Beside that was a jacuzzi and full outside bar under pristine white canvas covers.

Inside the double story mansion was no less stunning, each of the eight bedrooms had their own en suite bathroom done in different shades of wood paneling and marble counters. The living room was a pit recessed into the floor facing a large fireplace with an overhead hanging projector in case one wished to watch something. Of course, there was a state-of-the-art sound system as well, even at half volume it would have all the windows shaking in their frames. The large kitchen with its center island was open plan, facing another inside bar counter and overlooking the living room. Downstairs in the basement was an entertainment area consisting of a pool table, table tennis and various other activities one would normally find at most family holiday resorts. Even down here the simple furniture was more expensive than anything the three friends could ever afford for their homes.

Of course, Cecil spared no expense, or any chance to rub it in his friends faces either. While he had a cushy job at his family run company, Lonnie, Grant and George all worked blue collar manual labor jobs. Unsurprisingly, Cecil was the only one of them sporting a bit of a belly and was crossing that thin line between having a dadbod most women like into just being a fat lump.

"Ah shit, seriously?" Cecil growled into his latest gold-plated iPhone. The thing was looked cheap and gaudy, so it suited the chubby feline down to a tee.

"What's up Sess?" Grant asked as he fished a beer from the outside bar fridge.

"Work, something wrong on that deal I was putting together. Sorry fellas, but I gotta pop back to the office quick. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can" the spotted feline spoke as if his friends would be lost without him, making it seem like he was the life of the party or something.

"Why don't you just take your helicopter?" Grant teased after swallowing a mouthful of his mojito.

"Can't, mommy has it in the alps this weekend" Cecil replied without thinking as he grabbed his car keys from the bar counter. "See you later love, don't give my friends too much of a hard time!" he called out to the young feline suntanning on her towel beside the pool. Eleanor didn't even appear to have heard him thanks to her Bluetooth headphones in her ears, or if she had, she simply didn't care enough to respond.

"Mommy?" Grant and George mouthed softly to each other before chuckling.

"Man, that guy is seriously whipped. What a little pussy" Lonnie smirked. "Speaking of..." the stag nodded over at Eleanor whom had just lowered her sunglasses and noticed her "boyfriend" was nowhere to be seen.

"Goddamn she just emanates sexy" Grant noted as he watched the feline walk with her natural sultry sway of her hips and tail over toward them.

"Where'd Cecil go?" Eleanor asked in annoyance, folding her arms beneath her ample bust that was barely being restrained behind an emerald green bikini top. She was clearly used to men staring at her as she barely registered the three men old enough to be her fathers ogling her tits. She was everything Cecil was not, slender, curvy in all the right ways and like a teenager's wet dream brought to life. Eleanor Wolfe with her dazzling emerald eyes and long platinum blond hair cascading down around her shoulders, with curves that rivaled the lewdest ideals of mankind was a sight to behold. Even the triangle of a little thigh gap between her perfectly toned thighs hinted at that impossibly tight little pussy that must've been tucked away inside the so small they should've been illegal bikini bottoms.

"He didn't tell you? He went back into town to give us some alone time so we can get to know you better, you know, before he asks you to marry him" Lonnie replied with a grin and a brief knowing look at his two friends. He was always the clever one of the group, quick on his feet and a real mischievous tactician.

"Oh em gee! He's going to ask me to marry him!?" the busty leopardess almost squealed and bounced on the spot, making her meager bikini top struggle to contain her ample breasts, much to the three men's utter enjoyment. Their heads bobbing up and down in much the same was as they would turn side to side while watching a tennis match. The visual display of young bouncing breasts was even enough for them to forgive her use of young people speak around them.

"Uh, yeah. But...but only if you meet our standards, of course. Right guys?" George quickly spoke up as he followed Lonnie's lead, having a hard time concentrating as he stared at the felines heaving bosom.

"Yeah, yeah that's right!" Grant chimed in. "We have to make sure you'll make our dear...dear friend Cecil happy, if you catch my drift" the piebald horse offered while trying to sound deadly serious.

"Oh, yeah, I guess that makes sense" the dim-witted feline nodded slowly as she tapped a finger to her chin in thought, or what passed as thought for her. "How do I do that again?" she asked after a moment of straining her limited mental faculties.

"Jeezus, considering her name means 'bright', she sure as shit is dimmer than a one-watt lightbulb in a power outage" Grant noted softly to George who'd moved over to stand close beside him.

"You can start by taking off your swimsuit" the quick-witted stag spoke up again without missing a beat, making it seem as if this all had been the plan from the beginning. "You know, so we can see what we're working with here?"

"Oh, sure!" Eleanor replied with a merry clap of her hands, seeming to think nothing of removing her bikini in front of her soon to be fiancé's friends. Thankfully she didn't seem to have any reservations about being nude in front of relative strangers either as she made no effort to cover herself once the meager strips of material that were her bikini were removed.

"Jeezus Christ..." Grant mumbled as he was treated to an unobstructed view of the most perfect tits he'd ever seen in his life. Even though they were more than a handful for him, especially seeing as he had pretty big hands as well, the damn felines mounds remained perky with barely any sag to them. Unlike his own wife, though he loved her dearly, unfortunately her glorious melons had long since started to descend toward her waist.

"She can't be this fucking stupid, right?" George leaned over to whisper to Lonnie while eyeing the busty feline.

"Let's find out..." he replied back in a whisper. "Hey Eleanor, that looks great. But how about we test your skills, are you up for that, sweetheart?" the stag pressed on with a growing smirk.

"Sure!" she replied eagerly.

"Good girl, how about we head down to the games room so you can show us a few things?" the stag offered in a friendly manner as he moved over to stand behind her. George and Grant watched as the stag palmed one of her pert spotted cheeks with a firm squeeze as he ushered her inside. Sure enough, Eleanor didn't say a thing or show any sign of hesitation as she almost eagerly followed Lonnie's direction. "That's a lovely tail you have, has anyone ever told you that?" the cervine noted as they walked, gently grasping and lifting it so his friends got an eyeful of feline cunt from behind. But again, Eleanor did nothing more than laugh and continue walking.

"God that looks tighter than a Scotsman's fist" Grant noted while adjusting the tent in his swim trunks. The Balearic donkey snorted, his nose twitching as he caught Eleanor's delicate floral scent in the air, noting there was a hint of something more to it. Perhaps she was getting off on showing her body off for her boyfriend's friends?

"Yeah, but tight enough to cheat on our wives with?" George noted as he followed along behind Lonnie and the feline whom he was shamelessly groping and touching.

"It's for a good cause, I know they're agree with us. We're all owed a little petty revenge for putting up with Cecil's shit all these years" the black and white piebald horse noted, while adjusting his own sizeable tent.

"Now...down on your knees and show me what you can do" Lonnie said sternly as he gently guided the leopardess down onto her knees in the middle of the plush white shag carpet. George and Grant took seats close by on the rich brown leather seats to watch in anticipation to see what the stunning leopardess would do. Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, Eleanor did as she was directed without complaint or hesitation. Even when Lonnie fished his stiff pink prick from his black trunks, the feline didn't hesitate to reach out and grasp it. The dumb bitch even smiled up at the stag as she gave him a cursory lick before sinking her hot little muzzle down along his shaft.

"Fuck, the entire length in one go? Liz doesn't even do that and she's the sluttiest woman I know!" Grant noted as he watched Eleanor easily swallow his best friends thick pink dick without batting an eye.

"I know, that's why you married her" George teased with a playful elbow into his friend's side.

"You know it!" the horse replied with a laugh. "Well damn, seems she is that stupid...so...ready to get your dick wet in some other guy's pussy?" Grant turned to ask his donkey friend.

"Always knew Cecil was a cuck, wonder if he knows though" George laughed as he got to his feet and helped Grant up as well. Soon they took up spots either side of Lonnie, all three older men stared hungrily down at the gorgeous feline as she fished their cocks from their swim trunks.

"She's not bad" Grant huffed, trying to cover his lie. She was fucking brilliant, even his wife couldn't deepthroat him like Eleanor was and she was a goddamn equine herself!

"Yeah, I'd give her about a six out of ten" George played along, thanking his lucky stars he had hooves instead of toes right then. If he did have toes, they'd fucking be curling tight enough to pop loud enough to be mistaken for Fourth of July fireworks with how well the bitch was sucking them.

"The rough tongue is nice, right fellas?" Lonnie noted, it was always one of his favorite things about felines. Hell, it was even the main reason he'd married his wife. Aside from the fact he'd married a damn cougar in every sense of the word, Marcy sucked dick like a pro. But even she paled in comparison to Eleanor. In truth, the young leopardess could suck a golf ball through a hosepipe!

Without a doubt, if it were a one-on-one situation right then, none of the three friends would've lasted half as long as they did. It was only because Eleanor was having to switch from cock to cock that they got a chance to cool off and last a little longer. Even then they didn't last as long as they'd hoped, while she swallowed Lonnie's first load, George painted her muzzle and cheek with his own as she pumped his cock fast and hard in her soft hand. Grant barely managed to hold back until she switched back to his prick before he unloaded in her maw, delivering enough spunk that it nearly shot out of Eleanor's nostrils comically. She was a real professional about it however, barely managing to swallow every last drop and even proudly showing her empty mouth soon after.

"Well, she swallows, that's a yes for me" Grant huffed tiredly.

"So that's it, I passed?" Eleanor jumped to her feet and clapped eagerly.

"That was just the first test, sweetheart. There's still a few other things we need to test first, how about to go and bend over the pool table for us? We'll be with you shortly" Lonnie smiled sweetly at her, again groping her behind and directing her over to the other end of the room.

"I'm not sure I can go again, I mean...I really want to...goddamn...but...you know" George huffed and panted, nodding down at his slowly deflating cock. Old age was not being kind to them it seemed.

"Here, take this" Lonnie offered with a grin, extending his hand to hold out three small blue pills resting in his palm.

"Is that...is that Viagra? Grant asked curiously as he picked up one of the small pills. His own impressive mottled black and pink cock also starting to droop after his climax.

"Fuck no, this stuff makes Viagra look like dollar store generic brand Aspirin. This'll keep us had as steel and slow down our climaxes, she'll really have to work for the next ones" Lonnie grinned and popped his pill. Whatever these magic pills were, they were certainly fast acting. Both George and Grant raised their brows as they watched the stags flagging pink cock start to stiffen again. With a brief exchanged glance at one another, the Balearic donkey and his piebald equine friend eagerly downed their own pills. By the time they closed the short distance between them and the bent over feline, all three middle aged men were ready and eager for another round.

"Mind if I go first this time?" Grant asked with a smirk.

"Sure, just don't stretch her out for me" Lonnie teased.

"Ready for a real cock, darling?" Grant leaned over Eleanor to ask, supporting his weight over her with a hand on the pool table beside her. The other grasped and guided his cock up between her thighs, even just feeling her silky soft fur against his bare flesh felt fantastic. He could feel the heat emanating off her cunt as he rubbed his shaft against it from below.

"Sure, old man" Eleanor teased with a smug grin. She must have been used to Cecil, along with having the memory of an amnesic goldfish. Even though she'd swallowed his impressive prick not long ago, the look on her face was one of surprise when the piebald horses mottled pink and black cock began to sheath itself deep inside her snug cunt, stretching her wide around his girth.

"Mind the claws" George laughed as he noticed how Eleanor was suddenly digging her claws into the felt of the pool table beneath her. "How's she feel?" the donkey asked curiously.

"Fucking amazing, like hot oiled silk, best pred cunt I've ever been in" Grant snorted in delight, his hips slowly inching forward until he felt his blunt cocktip bump against her cervix. "Damn, she can't take all of me..." he noted wistfully.

"Best pred cunt you've ever been in? More like the only one..." Lonnie remarked with a grin.

"When Cecil calls me a mother fucker, he has no idea how right he is" Grant replied with a knowing grin.

"No...you didn't...when?" George laughed aloud.

"Just before I got married; our trip to Aspen when his folks stopped by?" the horse began to explain as he stood up straighter behind the rather preoccupied Eleanor. She was far too distracted by the fat cock reaming her cunt to listen to their conversation, the horse could see why too, when he lifted her tail. The delicate little pink feline pussy was not built to take a dick like his, her soft folds were stretched taut around his cock and she wasn't even at the thickest part of him. "She got drunk and wandered into the wrong room, though I know she just wanted a good dicking. I was happy to oblige...you didn't really think all that wailing was the ghost of Cecil's grandmother, did you?"

"That was you!?" Lonnie burst out laughing. "Cecil couldn't sleep for weeks after that, he kept telling me his grandmother was coming to get him because he'd given her wedding ring to some floozy down in Reno to try impress her!"

Once their laughter died down, their attention turned back to the mewling cunt bending over the pool table. The pills were living up to their name, Grant knew that without them, he would've creamed her insides by now. But as luck had it, he was only feeling the faint tingle of his climax starting to build, even though the snug cunt gripping down so tightly around his prick felt fantastic. He felt like he could fuck for hours at this rate, perhaps they all would and really ruin Cecil's precious little gold digging trophy wife.

"Roll her over, I want to fuck her tits" Lonnie growled out with a lecherous grin at his equine friend. Grant was only too happy to oblige, though he didn't stop fucking her long enough to get Eleanor of his dick, instead just using his turgid rod as a pivot point to spin her. Now with her long shapely thighs up against his chest, the horse got to watch the faces she made as he battered her cervix with his blunt cocktip.

"Not used to feeling something so deep in you, are you darling?" Grant asked with a smug grin, he damn well knew a bitch like this didn't date guys for the sex. She didn't know how to handle a real dick and it showed, she didn't even have the smarts to know she should be trying to play it cool with them. Instead Eleanor winced and rolled her eyes into the back of her head alternately, every time Grant either battered her inner barrier or scraped his flare against a sweet spot inside her respectively.

"Hmmph" the gorgeous feline huffed deeply, as her legs tensed and shuddered against Grants chest suspiciously.

"I think this bitch just climaxed...wait...oh yeah, she's definitely cumming and hard too!" the horse laughed as he tried to pull his hips back, but Eleanor was busy clenching down too hard around his prick to let him move very far inside her.

"I don't think she's ever had a climax, at least not since she started dating Cecil. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Lonnie asked with a friendly smile as he straddled her chest and let his thick pink cock come to rest in the valley between her breasts. "Be a doll and press your tits together around my pecker, would you?" he asked as cordially as if he'd requested for her to pass the salt at dinner.

"Mmhmm, no" She admitted with an embarrassed blush, she hadn't actually ever had a climax before. It was a new feeling to her, one she'd long since resigned herself to believing was just a myth and she would never experience. But now she was tingling all over and feeling suddenly warm, both tense and relaxed at the same time. From what Cecil said about his friends, she hadn't expected much of them at first, but now she was rather happy they were here with her. Even when she pressed her impressive tits together around the stag's slick pink dick, she didn't mind being tit-fucked. She'd always wanted to try it, she was very proud of her perky mounds, but all the guys she dated weren't big enough to do that either. It felt rather sexy and erotic having a guys' throbbing hard cock stroking between her breasts, especially when he was long enough for her to kiss and lick at his tip as he thrust against her chest.

George watched from his spot on the sofa a short distance away as Grant plowed the felines cunt and Lonnie made use of her breasts. He had his own ideas as well, but he was content to wait for his turn. The Balearic donkey with his dark coat and lighter patches at the tip of his nose and around his eyes watched his best friends enjoy Cecil's girlfriend. Normally he would have been against cheating on his wife, or even sleeping with another guy's girl, but just because it was Cecil, George made an exception. George in particular had a grudge to settle with Cecil, one he knew Cecil didn't even know about.

Years ago when he was in a tight spot, George had asked Cecil for a loan. Any decent person would've gladly helped their friend out, but not Cecil. He had loaned George enough money to get out of the hole he was in, but at the cost of paying it back with twenty percent interest...and a night with George's wife. The donkey hadn't ever told his friends about this, but Cecil never let him forget and even had kept photographs of the night. Even now, George could still see his beautiful wife's face as she wrinkled her nose when Cecil finished off across her snout after fucking all of her holes. Cecil had even had the audacity to lament how he'd hoped George's wife was an anal virgin so he could have claimed that pleasure for himself.

"Urghnfuck!" Grant finally bellowed, snapping George out of his reverie. The horse was buried as deep as he could get in the young feline cunt as he unloaded both barrels inside her, but still his deposit was enough that some of his white essence spilled out around his cock stretching her pussy wide. Her tits must have felt even better than her cunt as Lonnie snorted and grunted, soon following Grant's queue as he painted Eleanor's throat and tits with his own load.

"Damn, always wanted to do that" Lonnie huffed and reached down to almost affectionately pat the felines cheek in appreciation before he climbed down and off the pool table.

"I could use a drink...you're up" Grant laughed after he withdrew himself from the leopardess and headed past George on his way to the bar. In typical bro fashion, he even raised his hand as if to tag the donkey in for his turn.

George waited for Lonnie and Grant to step behind the bar and begin pouring their drinks before he made his way over to the panting and rater spent looking Eleanor. She had rolled onto her side and appeared to be on the verge of passing out into a peaceful slumber before she felt the donkey's fingers brush across her hip and down across her buttocks. When his fingers dipped under her tail, her eyes popped open wide.

"No, not there..." she spoke softly, shaking her head at George.

"Never taking a dick in your ass, sweetheart?" the donkey asked with a grin, knowing what he hoped her answer would be.

"No, never. That's gross!" Eleanor almost growled out.

"But Cecil loves it, why do you think he always laughs when we call him a pain in the ass?" Geroge leaned over to almost whisper to her. "He always said he'd never marry a girl that doesn't take it up the butt. You do want to marry him, don't you? You love him, right?" the donkey pressed on with malicious glee.

"Y...yeah...I guess..." she replied with uncertainty, though George knew she damned well didn't love Cecil, not that he cared. He just wanted to take something from the arrogant prick that he could never get back.

"Good girl, now just relax and let it in" George cooed softly to Eleanor while briefly looking back at his oblivious friends as the joked and laughed behind the bar, oblivious to what he was doing. The leopardess winced and hissed softly when even just one of George's fingers slipped past the first knuckle under her tail as he used some of Grants cum as lube. He dared not ask the others if there was any lube anywhere, he didn't want to risk them stopping him from getting his revenge. He had to work fast too, surely they'd notice he wasn't fucking her yet if he prepared her fully.

George lifted Eleanor's upper thigh against his shoulder as he lined his achingly hard cock up with her tiny little pink star before starting to work himself against it. Thankfully she was smart enough to cover her muzzle with both hands as she winced and squirmed as her once virgin behind was claimed in the donkey's revenge plans. While he wanted to hurt Cecil, he wasn't so blind that he would unintentionally hurt Eleanor. She was just a tool in his revenge plans, a gorgeous and incredibly tight tool it seemed. George gently and slowly rocked his hips back and forth as he gradually worked more and more of his thick black prick inside the leopardess's asshole.

"Here George, we poured you a...woah, buddy! That's the wrong hole!" Grant hollered as he came back over and offered his donkey friend another mojito. "Hey, Lonnie! Come check this shit out, George is taking the backroad!" the black and white patched piebald horse laughed.

"No shit! Really?" Lonnie rushed over with his own drink to confirm for himself, sure enough he saw that his best friend was indeed buried under the young woman's tail. "George, you animal! I never knew you were such a pervert...man, I gotta try that next" the stag laughed and sipped at his drink as he watched more and more of the donkey's cock slowly work deeper into the squirming feline, until his hips pressed flush against her backside.

"Oh shit, she took all of it? Damn, I gotta try that ass too!" Grant laughed, winking at Eleanor when she shot him a panicked look and shook her head.

"No way, you'll rip my ass in half! My poor little pussy is still aching!" she bemoaned, sounding like a child who had been denied a candy.

"Jeezus George, use some lube man" Lonnie chuffed and trotted off to go find something for his friend to use. George simply grinned at his two friends, now they knew what he was doing and hadn't stopped him, he felt braver and really began to enjoy deflowering Eleanor's posterior.

"Fuck she's tight, feels like she's trying to rip my dick off with her asshole" George laughed as his back and forth motion briefly halted every time the leopardess clenched down on him.

"Yeah well, you take a big dick up your ass and see how you like it" Eleanor pouted and winced. "Where's that fucking lube?" she whined annoyingly.

"Here it is, calm your gorgeous tits there, sweetheart" Lonnia appeared with a tube of expensive looking gel.

"Looks like one way or another, you were going to get buttfucked this weekend" George laughed as he held up the tube of "Tingle Anal Ease", a special lube that was meant to make taking it up the butt easier with the added benefit of a nice relaxing tingle. George upended the tube and poured a generous dollop of the pink hued gel along the length of his prick, once he managed to pull a few inches back out of the clenching feline behind. "Ooh, it does tingle" the donkey laughed as he massaged the lube into his flesh before slowly pushing back inside Eleanor, this time a bit easier.

"Ahnfuck...okay, that stuff works. Almost feels...kinda nice" she admitted after a few more strokes and a lot more of the expensive tingling lube.

"Attagirl!" Grant cheered as he returned with another drink for her. "You're old enough to drink, right?" he paused as he held out the drink for Eleanor.

"Your friend literally is balls deep up my ass and you're worried if I'm old enough to drink?" the feisty feline replied, rolling her eyes at the older horse.

"See, that makes me think you're not..." Grant snorted, it was like talking to the teenage interns at work. At least this one he could fuck and not get into any trouble.

"Yes, gosh!" Eleanor huffed and pouted until Grant finally handed over her drink. "Slow down back there, kind of hard to drink with you hammering my butt like that" she chastised George in annoyance.

"Guess she's getting used to it" the donkey noted with amusement. He had in fact picked up the pace, the lube was working wonders considering she'd been an anal virgin moments ago. Now she was taking a pounding up her butt like a pro and barely making a sound about it. Now when she clenched down around him, she didn't halt his movement, but it did feel damned nice. Soon enough she had George huffing and snorting as he felt his seed churning inside his heavy dark balls. He was too far gone to warn Eleanor though, with one last rough buck under her tail, he let loose and flooded her innards with his sticky white mess.

His climax was so intense that the lights in the room burned brightly and his ears rang, making George stumble back and collapse onto his ass in the middle of the room. His cock slipped free of the felines clenching tail hole with a lewd "schlurp!" sound. When his vision returned, both Grant and Lonnie were standing over him with smug grins.

"Her ass that good, huh?" Grant asked while taking a sip of his drink.

"That's high praise, considering...well...you're an ass after all. No better judge in the world" Lonnie teased before helping George to his feet.

"Ow, my butt..." Eleanor pouted as she rolled onto her tummy and reached back to spread her buttocks with one hand while the other soothingly rubbed at her little pink pucker.

"We're not done with it yet, darling" Grant called out over his shoulder at hearing her words.

"Haven't I proven myself yet?" Eleanor rolled to one side to peer back at them with a questioning look.

"Jeezus Christ, she really is that dumb" Lonnie sighed and shook his head with an astonished look down at his friends. "Uh, no, not yet, Sweetheart. In fact, why don't you go kneel on that sofa over there. It's my turn next to try out your butt..." he ordered gently.

"Okay..." the leopardess pouted before climbing off the pool table and stomped like a petulant child over to kneel on the leather sofa.

"I wonder how long Cecil will be gone..." George began to wonder aloud, just before someone's phone pinged with a message.

"That's mine" Grant frowned as he went in search of his swim trunks to retrieve his phone. Upon opening the message, his lips curled into a broad grin. "Hey guys, Cecil is stuck at work. He'll only be back tomorrow morning!"