Getting a "Little" Carried Away
_ Here is the third part of an ongoing series involving three males. Delscher and Sandrel are planning on meeting up with Trevor to let him know the news, but get held up. I hope this one doesn't disappoint. Comments are both appreciated and highly encouraged._
A few hours later, a pre-set alarm went off a floor above the two sleeping felines. Startled out of his slumber, Delscher tried to hop up to see what was going on, only to be stymied by an extra 140lbs of flesh and spotted fur. On top of him, Sandrel, his friend cheetah was groaning, trying to pull the blanket back over his head, obviously reluctant to get up.
Unable to tolerate the ringing for any time at all, the snow leopard gently pushed himself up with his pal and then rolled out from under him, gently setting him back down again. Seconds later, the ringing fell silent and a satisfied, but still slightly groggy white furred cat made his way back down the stairs. Softly picking Sandrel up from the couch, he hugged the cheetah and pulled him upright, gently stroking the little bit of ruff on his neck that had remained from his cub hood.
The cheetah dropped the blanket and wrapped his arms around Delscher, gladly replacing the warmth provided by the cover with a much more wonderful heat. Tilting his head up a little bit to make up for the half a foot height disadvantage, the cheetah nuzzled the crook of his friend's neck, purring loudly from such close contact.
Gladly accepting the hug from Sandrel, the taller feline brought his lips down, pressing his own against the cheetah's. The spotted cat murred back, pressing back and deepening the contact. Wrapping his paws around the backside of the cheetah, he pulled his friend next to him, one paw drifting upwards to hold his small head against his maw. Sandrel's paws drifted to the white feline's rump, sliding underneath his pants to grasp the firm cheeks, scratching at them with his claws while running his thumbs over the base of the rosette marked tail. The cheetah pulled their groins together, forcing their respective sheaths to warmly rub against each other as the shafts still hiding inside of them started hardening.
The snow leopard would not be taken so quickly, though. As Sandrel massaged his ass, Delscher held the cheetah's head in one paw while dragging the other down his silken chest fur. His paw danced along the ridges of his ribs, pinching at his nipples, coasting ever southward towards his prize. A gasp, followed by a sweet groan left the African feline's throat when the white paw stroked down the front of his pants and began petting his emerging cock and tickling his balls. The cheetah dug his claws into the leopard's rump and slammed against him, grinding that paw against his meat.
A deep growl flowed out of the snow leopard's maw as he used his paw to pull Sandrel's head back, exposing his spotted neck to Delscher. His other paw wrapped firmly around the cheetah's shaft, using one finger to push his sheath back and expose more of the excited cock. The white cat flicked out his tongue, running it up and down the coarse fur of the cheetah's involuntarily bared neck, nipping at the flesh from time to time and he stroked up and down Sandrel's ever inflating cathood.
The cheetah leaned back into the contact, purring as the rough edges of Delscher's tongue scraped over his throat, sharp teeth grazing the vulnerable skin. He hissed in delight as the soft black pads ran over his sensitive pole, tickling his barbs ever so slightly with each stroke. Sandrel allowed himself to be led backwards, soon feeling his back bump against a headrest on his couch, before being bent over backwards, the snow leopard keeping close to him the whole way down.
Breaking his grasp on the black shaft, Delscher grabbed his own dick and pressed it against the cheetah's cock, replaying the same scene and positioning during the first time they had fucked. The snow leopard wrapped his paw around both shafts and began to firmly and rapidly pump up and down.
Predator instincts took over and the heat and desire ran through the snow leopard's veins, his maw engorging itself upon the tender flesh of Sandrel's neck. The cheetah was left to tear at the sheets as an ancient burning sensation began developing underneath his scrotum, whimpers and soft, guttural mewls escaping through his maw as Delscher suckled, nipped, slobbered and bore down on his exposed neck. The air became thick, nearly impossibly thick as gasping down enough oxygen to compensate for the adrenaline pumping through both of the cats' arteries turned into a challenge, and then further into a task wrought with futility.
Meanwhile, the brisk, forceful movements of the snow leopard's paw drove them both further towards their nearing climax. Delscher could feel his balls tingling, tightening, slowly drawing up inside his sac, could sense how close the buff and black spotted feline underneath him was to erupting, but in a moment of inspiration, let his own cathood go, slammed his paws onto the cheetah's shoulders, bent his head back, sliding it down the soft white chest fur, opened his maw and slid every inch of Sandrel's meat into his maw. He brought his lips around his sheath and caved his cheeks in, sucking harder than a tornado.
Sandrel bucked erratically, his claws tearing at the leather beneath his spotted paws. His vision blurred, as all his senses focused on the one pole lodged deeply within a white mouth. Silence was all he could hear, a world of white enshrouded his eyes, the smell of one certain leopard suffocating his nostrils. An eternity passed, filled with only the overpowering pleasure coursing through his crotch. Finally, a deep pressure built up in the roots of his cock, increasing until the volcano exploded; white lava spewing from his shaft's vent.
The cheetah's screams of intense pleasure echoed off the walls as his essence poured from his slit, pumping his cream down the throat of the white feline lying on top of him. Glorious sensations ran through his entire body as his blood tingled with the mix of adrenaline and endorphins that ran through his muscles. Slamming his head against the couch, Sandrel panted as spurt after spurt of his seed exploded from the depths of his groin.
As he shuddered, left completely limp by the high of the afterglow, the snow leopard released the spent shaft from his mouth and stood back up, pressing their crotches close together again. Letting out a soft chuff, Delscher softly took ahold of his still throbbing member, running his fingers from the base of his sheath to the tingling tip of his barbed meat. A small shot of pre spit from his slit, a deep moan escaping his lips as a desperate joy jolted through his whole groin. Taking a firm grasp of his meat, he pointed it downward towards Sandrel's taint. The cheetah was far too gone in his afterglow high to do anything more than twitch and mewl as the snow leopard began to push forward, his tip lubricating the hole of flesh with a constant supply of pre.
Delscher increased force, softly thrusting against the reluctant sphincter, one paw supporting the cheetah's back, the other continuing to rub and stimulate his shaft as he slowly made his way into the other feline. The smaller feline twitched and groaned with each pump as warm, slimy pre caressed and tickled his anal crevice, drenching the coarse fur that surrounded the fleshy prize the snow leopard was so determinedly digging for.
At a torturously slow pace, the ring of flesh began to give way, the lubed entrance caving in against the constant pressure of the red shaft. The cheetah grabbed hold of the cushion underneath him, completely lost in the throes of such ecstatic sexual lust. Suddenly, the growling was replaced with a shatteringly loud yowl as the barbed pole squeezed past the opening, the red tip disappearing into Sandrel's asshole.
The feeling was unlike any the African cat had known, his virgin tailhole stinging harshly from the sudden stretching, futilely trying to push the invading member back out. Delscher would have none of it, growling softly before both paws dove back into the cheetah's crotch. Taking a firm hold of his lover's hips, the snow leopard roared as he slammed forward, driving every inch of his spear into Sandrel's soaked flesh.
A primal scream erupted from the cat below him as a burning pain lanced through his anus like a sword, but there was to be no rest for the cheetah. Delscher shivered with anticipation, enjoying the feeling of his mate's ass muscles clenching so tightly around him, the cheetah's scream only driving him more insane with the instinctual need to mate. Roaring to the roof, the snow leopard pulled back to his tip and rammed forward, waiting just a second before doing so again.
Adrenaline filled blood seared through him, so thick was the scent of musk in the room that it had driven the snow leopard beyond any ability to think; he simply reacted to the instincts telling him to pull back and buck forward, the ancient need to mate and reproduce demanding that he release his seed inside the cheetah below him. And so he did.
Sandrel's eyes rolled back in his head as his ass was devoured by the hungry snake inside of him, the ever existent pain mixed with an overpowering and rapidly increasing pleasure leaving him incapable of movement. Short, shuddering gasps was all he could manage as the thorough rutting continued, the barbed shaft inside him moving at such an unbelievably fast pace that his oxygen starved brain couldn't even keep up with anymore.
A fog crept over him, his eyes no longer communicating what they saw to his brain, his ears focusing solely on the grunts and growls pouring from the white maw above him. Every nerve focused only on his rear end, the pleasure so enrapturing now that it was becoming torturous; he was incapable of doing anything other than mewling as the snow leopard had his way with him, growing closer and closer to being the first to claim the cheetah.
Suddenly, he was brought back to the world as Delscher's maw smashed into his own, kissing so hard that it drove his small head down to the base of the couch, the cushion doing nothing anymore. Sandrel kissed back feebly, his arms lying by his side, too limp to move. It wasn't until a padded paw firmly wrapped around his cock that life returned to him.
The first touch nearly sent the cheetah into a fit of seizures, as the overload of pleasure threatened to take over his mind and leave him insane. His arms were the first to respond, finding new life as they viciously tore into the snow leopard's backside, grasping, tearing at anything in an attempt to keep a connection with the world, such an intense overflow of instincts demanding he accept Delscher's claim to his body and his rear end, of which the cheetah held no objection to.
It took only a few strokes before Sandrel erupted, cumming so hard that the snow leopard visibly winced when the first jet hit him. But that wince was immediately replaced with a grimace as the tightened grasp of the cheetah's ass wrenched the last bit of self-control from the white leopard, finally tearing him over the edge.
Delscher wrapped both arms around Sandrel, pulling the still orgasmic cheetah to his chest, breaking the kiss to let loose a roar that shook the walls of the house, letting loose one word that echoed throughout every room.
The cheetah heard his name roared out before the grinding in his ass began, the snow leopard trying to drive his entire crotch inside his spotted butt hole. Clutching desperately at him, Delscher held on as he lost touch with the world, his last connection being the feeling of the shivering body of the cheetah underneath him. His red shaft inflated with a torrent of cum, burning with the fire of a thousand suns before it finally ran over and gushed into Sandrel's ass.
Neither the cheetah nor the snow leopard knew how long it was before they regained consciousness; the sun had gone down and the moon was just beginning to rise in the sky, so maybe about three hours. The couch was as soaked as they were. Sandrel's chest was smeared with cum, drivels of saliva evident on his face. A small twitch of his semi-soft cock reminded both of them of their escapade, the cheetah whimpering softly, while Delscher shuddered out a long sigh. Raising himself up, the snow leopard got a look at Sandrel's now swollen abdomen, just one of the many signs that showed them how much of the snow leopard's essence had erupted from his shaft.
A visible puddle lay over Sandrel's limp tail, the white blob smearing as Delscher pulled his dick from the cheetah's matted and drenched ass. Both were hardening at the sight that lay before them, but both were far too exhausted and worn out to do much. That was not going to stop the snow leopard though, as he leaned against the couch for support. Lifting Sandrel's ass up, he lined the two feline cocks up to one another, wrapping one paw around both shafts, his second paw travelling further south to cup the two ballsacs.
The cheetah simply groaned and leaned his head against the couch. Each stroke brought out snarls and grunts from Delscher and more whines and mewls from Sandrel. The stroking, complemented with the other paw rolling the pair of sacs around had both of them panting within minutes.
Closing his eyes, the cheetah let out a moan as he came first, a few spurts of spunk pouring out before the throbbing dick managed a few more dribbling pumps and then lay still. Delscher lasted a few seconds longer, cumming quite a bit harder, a good five ropes of seed lacing over Sandrel's head, before lessening and inevitably growing still.
The cheetah had already fallen asleep before the last drops flowed from the snow leopard's shaft, that last climax taking every last bit of energy from him. Delscher could hear him purring in his sleep and smiled. Gently placing his mate's ass back down on the couch cushion, the snow leopard made his way upstairs to take a shower before he would need to call Trevor to explain to him why the two of them hadn't shown up. Delscher guessed that when the cougar heard the reason, he would be more jealous than upset.
Grinning widely at the potential reaction and the humor it would cause, the snow leopard walked into the bathroom, placing his towel on the sink. He grabbed a long roll of toilet paper and cleaned off the worst of the mess on him before discarding the cum ridden tissue into the toilet and stepping into the shower. Turning the knob, Delscher tensed in preparation of the cold water that would shock him awake.