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The third and what may be the final story for Connor's escapades. Thanks again to everyone who has been reading, fav'ing, voting, and commenting. You're all awesome.

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It was the end of the year, and for many, it was a time for one thing. Celebration. No matter the reason, no matter the method, people were looking to party and have a good time. Whether it was to bitterly send off a poor year of unmet expectations, bad grades, or unpleasantness, or to fondly farewell a year of triumph, personal success, and self-actualisation; people were getting down.

I was not one for parties or large celebrations. But in the year that I had a night with my roommate Kyle, and a follow up with Alex, parties were a little more common. It was mainly occasions Alex organised, the stag knowing how to throw together something small and comfortable. But there were also other occasions, where furs got Alex to help spread the word, or suggest who would be a good invite.

There were plenty of interesting furs to meet. Some of whom I spent a night or two with, exploring the various facets of male and female, top and bottom. While I enjoyed these brief, wild, and quick encounters, they didn't compare to my encounters with Kyle, or Alex.

The dalmation and stag had been special circumstances; Kyle, being my best friend for a long time, something I could understand. But Alex I wasn't sure about. It was possible his natural charisma and magnetic charm just guaranteed a good time. And it may simply be romanticising a good lay, and nothing more.

The stag was enticing, and offered more than once since our encounter. It was tempting, for sure. But I resisted, not out of fear, but out of a more perverted kind of wanderlust, I guess.

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The party was a familiar affair; furs coming together with the goal to drink a little, enjoy some good food, and pass some time in pleasant company. Alex was a perfect host, as always. He was dressed in a white button up shirt, and more interestingly, had chosen to don a very finely stitched suit vest with it. Combined with the fact that he had rolled the sleeves of the white shirt up, in that incredibly sexy way, he had attracted more than one pair of hungry eyes. It would not be long before that clothing was strewn across his, or some other fur's, bedroom floor.

Kyle was wearing his favourite shirt, much to my embarrassment. It was, of all things, a white shirt with black spots. An odd choice for any fur, for sure, on a dalmation it was utterly bizarre. What was even more uncomfortable was the seamlessness of it - as though this cheap shirt had somehow been made to specifically work with Kyle's body and coat in mind. It looked like he was shirtless, and it fucked with your head.

When quizzed on why he wore such a shirt, by anyone, Kyle would always reply: "I dunno, I guess I just like the pattern." And then he would smirk at you like it was the funniest thing in the entire universe.

Even despite this, for most of the party he spent his time chatting with and getting to know an adorable doe. Not a fur I had yet to meet, but Kyle was evidently smitten by just the look of her. Almost stereotypically, she was the picture of an innocent and wide-eyed doe. But if you looked a little longer you could see clear signs of someone self-assured, the glimmer of keen intelligence in those eyes, and judging by the surprised laugh of any conversational partners, a quick and clever wit.

I myself moved through the party with much more confidence than I ever would have thought I'd possess. How could I have foreseen that opening up sexually to a few furs in good company and good conscious would inspire this change in esteem? Throughout the year that had passed I had continued my health studies, but I also started going to the gym. Not for lifting weights or anything like that, my lean build did not seem to acquire any muscles. Simple cardio was enough for me, and though I'd never have a runner's build like Alex and Kyle unless I made a dedicated change, I was still looking pretty good toward the end of the year.

I was a lean panther of sleek fur, the toned muscle beneath made my coat shimmer in really good and really specific lighting. It didn't happen often, but when it did, I looked damn fine.

Halfway through the night, I was sitting on a couch enjoying a small glass of whiskey. I very rarely drank, and when I did, it was pretty lightly. Such a stiff drink would undoubtedly be enough for me for the rest of the night. To my surprise a svelte cat suddenly dropped onto the seat next to me.

"Hey there," she introduced herself by offering a paw, which I shook, "I'm Belle."

Belle was a snow leopard of strikingly soft fur, amazing curves, and stunning grace. She was wearing a nice black dress that was not necessarily tight, nor scandalously short, but it still showed plenty of leg when it was breezy. Over that dress she wore a stylish red and black jacket.

"Nice to meet you, Belle. Connor," I pointed to myself.

I may not have the sharpest of social skills, but I was perceptive. From the way she sat, turned toward me by more than half, and judging from the gleam in her eyes, it was clear she wanted something from me. My tail twitched with a little nervousness. Her boyfriend, or significant other, was also at the party; a tiger of similar build as myself.

"Enjoying the party?" She asked, her tone implying that the question was a polite expectation.

Chuckling, I took another sip of my drink. "I always enjoy myself, Alex knows how to host, that's for sure."

She laughed to and placed a paw on my arm, "He does, he certainly does. We've been to probably a dozen of his parties and never had a bad time."

I raised an eyebrow at her, asking the obvious question. "We?"

She put a paw to her chest. "Oh, that would be Lee and myself. Lee is my boyfriend."

On cue Lee was just happening to walk past the lounge, and just happened to catch his name in conversation. "Did you say something, Belle?"

Lee was indeed the tiger spotted earlier. He was on the short side, like myself, and had a lean build. But up close, quite a bit of muscle tone was evident and he moved pretty easily on his feet. Lee reminded me of Kyle, actually, and I wondered if he was another track runner. Dressed in slacks and a dark button-up shirt, tucked into his belt, he struck a somewhat unassuming but undoubtedly handsome figure.

"I was just mentioning to Connor here that we've been to many of Alex's parties and never been disappointed." Belle said naturally, with nary a hint of acting behind it.

"Very true, very true," he agreed, and then asked, "mind if I sit?"

A paw gestured to my side of the couch, where there was a little room for someone to sit right next to the armrest. There was plenty of room beside Belle, room enough for two people, comfortably.

"Sure."

Lee grinned, stepping past Belle, and sat beside me as I scooted aside to make a little room. I couldn't move too far, I found out, as Belle didn't budge an inch. Being pressed close between a tiger and a snow leopard probably looked very amusing to anyone walking by. Most furs seemed pretty caught up in their own thing. I had a pretty good idea where this was going.

"So, Connor, did you have a girlfriend here somewhere, or boyfriend maybe...?" Belle trailed off innocently.

I laughed politely and shook my head. "Nope, no girlfriend or boyfriend. Just me." I tried to say in a way that didn't sound weird.

Belle beamed at me, like she was enamoured with every word that came out of my mouth. "I don't believe you. You're telling me no one has snapped you up? A cute panther like yourself-" she would have said more, but Lee cut her off gently.

"Belle, honey, I don't think he's buying it. You're good on stage, but some people are pretty perceptive in real life." He tried, diplomatically.

She huffed, a little disappointed, but there was still mirth and amusement in her eyes. "Fine, you ask him then."

"Uhhh," I began, "ask me what now?" I looked back and forth between the two of them.

"My girlfriend was going to take all night to ask; is it true that you're bi?" Lee asked, directly, without a hint of judgement, but more than a hint of a follow-up.

"Yeah..." the word trailed off as I waited to see exactly what kind of follow-up would come, and determine exactly what kind of response I'd need to make.

"Belle and I were looking for someone 'cause we had a little bet," he began.

I cut him off. "And what made you suspect me? Or did someone tell you?"

Lee smirked. "Alex kinda bragged."

Oh did he now? That was information to be filed away for later. Next time I had some private time with Alex I was going to learn the depths of these brags and make him pay me back for every last one of them. Thoroughly.

"Of course he did," I muttered, taking another sip.

Belle hid a coy laugh behind her paw, while Lee continued. "We were looking for someone who was bi because I had been feeling a little, well, you know..."

He let that hang and skipped past it. "Belle and I made a bet. Whoever got the better grades this year would organise a threeseome, finding someone who would join us, and basically be in charge. Well, she'd be in charge of me at least."

"Oh, a threesome, how cliché," I rolled my eyes, but chuckled.

It seriously was. Belle tittered behind her paw again, while Lee flicked his ears back, a little unsure. Without being preachy, it was something that was often a bit of an annoying assumption when it came to someone who was bi; the assumption being we're in threesomes every second day.

"It's cool if you're not interested, you know, it's fine, we just...Belle won the bet. She thinks you're cute." Lee admitted.

The snow leopardess was grinning, her tail swishing on the couch behind her, obviously enjoying the position her boyfriend was in. As clichéd as it was the idea was quickly becoming tempting. I'd never had a threesome before.

"And you didn't ask Alex because?" I questioned.

Belle spoke up just as Lee was opening his mouth. "Lee thinks he's intimidating."

The tiger's ears folded back and he looked embarrassed. "Belle!" he hissed, "Really?"

I waved a dismissive hand in his direction. "The only part of Alex that is intimidating is his cock, the rest is fine. He'll only act like a tough guy if he thinks he can get away with it."

Belle gasped and Lee looked surprised as well.

"But I get it, I was sore for like a whole day afterwards. You'd need practice, especially if you've never had something in your tailhole before." I continued, looking nonplussed into my drink.

Belle snorted with laughter, trying to hide it behind her paw but failing. Lee looked vaguely mortified, as someone skirting the prospect of guy on guy, it was perhaps a little too frank for normal discussion for him. I remembered the feeling.

"I'm messing with you," Patting him on the shoulder I turned to Belle. "You're both clean, I assume?"

The snow leopardess and tiger both nodded. "We are. We keep on it," Lee glanced at Belle and grinned. "Condoms are a little difficult with barbs, and those extra layers of protection really dampen the mood."

I nodded sympathetically. "Your place then, I assume?"

Belle beamed at me again and glanced at her boyfriend. Lee chuckled good-naturedly, aware some of our jokes were a little at his expense, and nodded. We left the party not long after.

* * *

Their apartment was in a similar looking building to the one that housed the apartment I shared with Kyle, but it was about five or so minutes down the road. On the walk there I learnt that Lee did indeed run track, but did so as a hobby, his education was actually in personal training. Belle, however, was a drama student and did a little dancing as well. Both of them certainly had impressive figures for what they did, and I was thankful for every little bit of gym time I had reluctantly given this year.

Their apartment was a cosy little thing, familiar in many ways.

"Did I mention that she has the reins tonight?" Lee smirked, shrugging out of his jacket.

Belle sauntered into the bedroom with a teasing, swishing tail. "You did mention she'd call the shots tonight." I chuckled.

"And you're ok with that?" Lee asked, his tone not disbelieving, but careful. Like he really wanted to make sure things would be ok.

I stepped around behind him until I was on this other side, so he was standing by the couch adjusting the cuffs of his button-up shirt and I was a step closer to the bedroom.

"Sure. She definitely seems to know what she wants, tonight. I'm happy to help." I offered him a coy smile.

He was about to make a smart response, I could tell by the twist of his muzzle and the mischief glimmering in his dark eyes. But I stopped him with my hand coming up behind him and resting on his opposite hip.

"Is that so?" He breathed.

I nodded, pulling him in a little more so we were hip to hip, beside each other but intimately close. "Always happy to help," I replied, still smiling.

He didn't respond. Most males I met were taller than me, which may have something to reflect on my 'type' in so far as it goes, but what can I say? I know what I want. Lee and I were the same height, so I took advantage by leaning into him. He turned his muzzle to me and I waited, teasing him with the anticipation of things to come.

I looked over the warm orange of his coat and the dark stripes. "Belle tells me you've been thinking about males..." I let the question hang.

"Maybe..." he offered in return, bringing his own arm up to wrap about the small of my back.

Instead of leaning in to meet muzzles, I instead aimed for the crook of his shoulder, and gently nuzzled. After a moment he turned his head, offering more of his neck to me. The scent of the tiger was distinctly male, and pleasant. The beginnings of a rumble in his chest were matched by an emerging purr of my own.

"What have you been thinking about?" I whispered.

He let out a contented huff, turning to rub his cheek against mine while I continued to nuzzle his neck. "What they're like...in bed..." he admitted.

"Would you like to find out?" I punctuated my question with a little nip that made him groan.

The sound of a cleared throat turned our attention to the doorway, where Belle stood in naught but an airy robe, one arm leant seductively on the doorframe. "And what is going on out here?" she asked, clearly not at all disappointed or off-put by the sight.

Lee drew back a little chided.

Chuckling, I unwound my arm from behind him as he stepped toward Belle. "Just seducing your boyfriend while you weren't here..."

Belle smirked, tail swishing mischievously behind her. "Is that so? Did you want to be seduced, my sexy, striped boy?" This was directed at Lee, who embraced her and answered with a chaste kiss.

Over his shoulder, Belle asked me, "Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

I beamed and the three of us stepped into the room. Belle slipped from the arms of her tiger boyfriend, spinning herself onto the bed to lounge.

"I think, being the most undressed, the most comfortable, and the one in charge tonight, my two boy toys should undress for me." She held up a digit of her paw. "Nice and slowly. Aaaaaaand, be sure to help each other out." She ended her instructions with a grin, already very clearly pleased about the power she held here.

Lee froze with his paws on the top button of his shirt. I reached up to take the tiger's paws, removing them from his shirt. A slow grin grew across his muzzle as I leisurely undid the button and began working my way down. When I got to his belt, I teased the digits of my paws underneath the belt to draw his shirt out of the confines of his trousers, before letting him shrug it off.

Growing bold, Lee reached forward and grabbed the bottom of my jumper, lifting it up. I helped by raising my arms and he removed it completely. There was a disorientating moment when the jumper had cleared my head, and in that moment Lee decided to strike.

A muzzle met mine with a quick but fierce kiss. I flinched slightly with surprise, but met the kiss eagerly. Lee was shirtless, wrapping his arms about me to cup my butt and squeeze gently. I ran my paws down his chest, admiring the tone that played beneath his fur and the creamy colour that his coat took on his chest and abdomen, before my digits met his belt.

With deft movements I had the belt unsnapped, and worked open the button and zipper on his trousers. Before I could go any further, Lee bought his arms in and worked my shirt up over my head again.

He, much like I had, ran his paws over my torso. "I love your fur...it looks and feels like silk, dark and exotic..." he murmured, before leaning in for our muzzles to meet again.

Warmth rose on my cheeks at his complement - a frank appraisal of my body the quickest way to embarrass me. While he worked on my own belt, I pulled his trousers down just an inch or two. My paw dipped into his open fly, and palmed the bulge that was showing in his briefs.

The rumble in Lee's chest grew into a purr, which sounded strange, until I realised that I was purring alongside him. More comfortable now, with a safe place to explore, Lee opened the kiss up to our tongues. They met with a coy grace, before lashing and fighting one another with unbridled arousal.

We were growing eager for more. Lee's paws worked faster now, gripping my trousers and thrusting them down quickly. I stepped back from the kiss, careful not to trip over my pants, and deftly extricated my foot paws. Lee worked his own trousers down and we were both reaching for our briefs to continue when we were interrupted.

"I think that's enough for now, boys!" Belle exclaimed.

The snow leopardess looked a little worked up, one paw running circles over one of her breasts, and the other running down her inner thigh. Poor Lee looked like he could barely contain himself. There was his girlfriend, in a flimsy but teasing robe, clearly aroused and lounging on the bed. And beside him was a mostly naked male he'd just spent the last few moments undressing and lip locked with.

"What can we do for you now, Belle?" I couldn't keep the smirk out of my question as I neared the foot of the bed.

She narrowed her eyes at us, looking a little more sinister now, but still unabashedly pleased. "First of all, I think you should call me mistress now." She then scooted forward, until she was sitting on the end of the bed, "Then, I think my boys should disrobe me, and give me all the attention you think your mistress could demand."

She patted the bed on either side of her, and Lee and I took our positions seated beside her, Lee on her left, me on her right. Together, our paws manoeuvred her robe off her svelte snow leopard form, admiring every inch of snowy coat, adorable spots, and feminine curves revealed to us.

Lee ran a paw up her thigh while he dipped his muzzle down to meet hers and I bought a paw up to gently cup her breast while leaning in to lick at her exposed neck. A chorus of purrs emerged from us as we began, slowly stoking the fires of our arousal.

Belle - or rather, our mistress - gasped as Lee's digits teased at her mound. Judging by the little sounds she made, gasps and high-pitched moans, Lee knew exactly which of her buttons to press. I licked and nibbled lower down her neck before focussing on her firm bust, zeroing in on her proudly displayed nipple. I teased it with laps of my slightly rough tongue, before very carefully nipping it with teeth.

A paw slapped to the back of my head to press me insistently toward her breast, Lee chuckled as she suddenly leant back. Lying down now, the snow leopard mistress opened herself up to our ministrations. I lay beside her, head still pressed to her breast, and more than happy to lick and tease there. My paw ran down her front in teasing circles, moving up her ribs, teasing her other breast.

Lee moved off the bed, and was settling between her thighs to please his mistress. As the grip on the back of my head relaxed, and her boyfriend began nuzzling into her thigh as he nibbled his way toward her sex. The tiger's head was a spot of black-striped orange between two grey-white thighs. Then, it was mostly lost, as Belle put a paw on the top of his head. She moaned while he began to eat her out, the digits of her paw running through the fur of his head.

"You boys, so eager to please..." Belle moaned.

I chuckled and moved my muzzle up to capture hers. We shared a tender kiss; a teasing counterpart to what I last saw, Lee's hungry ministrations. Half-embracing and pressed beside her, Belle shivered as Lee continued to drive her to new heights of pleasure.

Breaking our lip lock, she looked at me with lust filled eyes. "Be a good boy and get down there, help him finish," she ordered breathlessly.

"Yes, mistress," I panted, working my way down to the end of the bed.

I heard a growl from between her legs and there was a sudden squeal of pleasure from Belle, both of her paws suddenly clasping Lee's head.

"Not that he needs help!" She amended, her thighs trembling about his head before he seemed to ease off.

I positioned myself shoulder to shoulder with Lee. He drew his head back, panting lightly, and licking his lips. The area all about his muzzle was damp with the arousal of Belle, and there was a singular lust smouldering in his dark eyes. With one paw he caught the back of Belle's knee, and pressed it back toward her abdomen, and I followed suit.

On her back, now with her knees pressing into her chest, hips angling up, her pink feminine flower, clearly aroused and flushed with Lee's eager feast, was bared before us. It took some effort, some negotiation on our part, to position our heads carefully enough around her mound in order to work effectively at finishing her off, but we managed.

I aimed high, rough tongue teasing and flicking the little nub of her clit, while Lee worked his similarly feline tongue around her lips and dove in to taste her thoroughly once more. The scent of her arousal was different than what I was used too. I was much more familiar with the musk of an aroused male, but this, this was a hypnotic scent.

Almost in a daze I kissed, nibbled, and teased my way around what parts of her sex I could reach. Lee, I was sure, was in the same sexual stupor, even as used to pleasing his girlfriend as he may be. Belle's moans and gasps of pleasure grew louder, her arms wrapped about the back of her knees desperately, as she continued to tremble from our efforts.

Her breath suddenly hitched and her body almost convulsed, the thigh I held with my hand shuddering. She rode out her climax without a pause from our efforts, Lee and I continuing to lap, lick, and please every inch of her sex, all the more eagerly when the fluid of her finale reached our tongues.

Belle found her breath and groaned, low, trailing off with a contented sigh. Arms unwinding from her legs, she eased them down, still with little tremors - aftershocks of her climax - running through them. The sexy snow leopardess, with her post-climax glow, rested her legs over our shoulders, and looked down at us from over the swell of her breasts.

A tongue suddenly lapped at the corner of my mouth and I managed to turn slightly before it swiped across my lips. A firm paw caught the back of my head as Lee began to insistently lap every trace of his girlfriend's sex from my damp muzzle. I endured the tongue bath with a purr, before returning the favour, locking lips between his girlfriend's thighs.

"Mmmmm, good boys, that's what I love to see." Belle affirmed.

We broke from our kiss. She was looking over us, propping herself up with arms behind her. Her finale had evidently not sapped her of any strength or desire, if anything, it had only made her hungry for more.

"I think it's your turns. Off with those briefs!" She demanded.

We all but leapt to our feet. Lee shirked his briefs quickly, his maleness snapping to attention from the confines of his underwear. His barbed length looked marginally bigger than mine, in length and girth, curving ever-so-slightly upward. It was an impressive and sexy sight on his body. Pre oozed from the tip of his cock, running in little rivulets down his cock. I resisted the urge to lap at it. For now.

I stood as well, easing my briefs down and off my foot paws with little ceremony. Two pairs of hungry eyes quickly drunk in the sight of my sex, as eagerly as I had ogled their own.

"It's time for the two of you to get to know each other, intimately," Belle purred the last word, "Lee on your back, Connor over top. Please each other at the same time, my sexy boys."

There was no hesitation. Belle sat at the top of the bed now. Lee sat on the bed and eased himself onto his back, foot paws pressed into the sheets, and knees bent to proudly display his crotch. I crawled onto the bed and carefully over the top of him, guided by his throbbing cock, almost entranced.

With one paw I guided my own cock down toward his lips, which Lee regarded with unashamed enthusiasm. One of his paws reached up to hold my dick, tongue lapping out to explore and taste. I settled forward onto my elbows and drew closer to the scent of Lee's arousal. Wrapping a paw around the base of the tiger's maleness I angled his cock toward my muzzle.

Running a tongue up his length I was immersed in the flavour of male once more, a slightly salty tang I enjoyed as my rough tongue worked over each of the nubs of his barbs. My other paw, the one not holding the base of his cock, instead reached down to toy with his orbs, pulled tight to his sheath.

It was clear, within a few minutes, that Lee was telling the truth. He had not been within another male sexually, and had obviously not sucked a dick before. His technique was lacking, but I didn't mind. So worked up from our combined efforts on Belle, and with Lee making up for his skills with enthusiasm and gentle curiosity, I was close to my limit.

And I could tell, as I engulfed his barbed prick in my muzzle and began to suck with every bit of skill I had, that he was near to the edge too. His cock oozed in my mouth constantly, mixing with my saliva to create a mess of slippery warmth. Lee drew off my prick and instead leant up, his muzzle closing most of the way over my balls to lick and gently suck.

I groaned around his cock as he did, the paw he had on my ass to steady my body clenched. It seemed like we were caught in a snowball of pleasure, every action drew bliss and spurred on reciprocation.

Not as comfortable taking much of my dick in his mouth, Lee settled into the rhythm of sucking mostly around the tip of my cock and using his hand to firmly stroke and squeeze the rest of my length. The simple consistency of pleasure was pushing me over the edge.

It made me daring. With a sharp inhalation I went down on his cock as far as I could. The tip pushed into my throat, and the barbs on his dick were pleasant little nubs that rubbed my mouth. My tongue lashed across his maleness, throbbing in my mouth.

It became almost a competition. We were working each other to climax, seeing who could make the other blow first.

I drew off his prick with a gasp, enjoying the blissful sensations on my cock for a moment, before I settled down to beat him at his own game. One paw at the base of his cock, massaging and stroking, I rapidly sucked up and down his length, toying with the soft barbs. The other paw gathered some of the fluid of the blowjob that had settled about his sheath and suddenly pressed to his tailhole - not penetrating, just teasing.

The effect was instant. Lee was startled, his efforts slowed to a stop on my cock, and he let out a long, muffled, groan. I heard Belle laugh from the head of the bed.

"Finish in each other's mouths, boys," the snow leopardess ordered, "but don't swallow!"

I knew where this was going. Teasing about his rosebud I continued to suck, my fingers adding pressure, while my mouth bathed his cock in warmth. Unable to contain himself, Lee's hips began to move, thrusting his dick into my mouth in little motions, while having the added effect of providing more sensation along his tailhole.

With a series of muffled grunts he came, flooding my mouth with rope after rope of his cum. I did my best to contain it all, some white mess slipping out from the seal of my mouth, and running down his cock. My mouth was absolutely full; he must have been pent up, or just a fur with very active balls.

Drawing off his cock as cleanly as I could, which was not very cleanly, I continued to gently stroke him. He needed little motivation however, the temporary distraction of his climax left behind as he drove me to my own.

I felt my own hips giving subtle thrusts into his mouth. The sexy tiger sucked on the tip, mostly, his tongue toying and teasing the head, while his paws stroked relentlessly along my length and toyed with my furry orbs.

He drew out a desperate moan from me and I came, feeling my balls and tailhole clench as I fed Lee shot after shot. I shuddered through my climax on all fours above the tiger, eyes screwed shut and back arching with bliss.

Conscious of the poor tiger on his back beneath me, I pulled back and allowed my cock to slip from his lips as he did his best to keep the mess in his mouth with choking. We both knelt there on the end of the bed and turned to our mistress for the night.

She was beaming at us with barely restrained lust. "Now, lemme see."

On command we opened our mouths, showing off the messy gift of satisfaction we had left one another, a testament to our skills and enthusiasm at pleasuring.

"Gooood," Belle drew out the word, "now swallow."

We did. I felt the salty, gooey mess slide down my throat. It was a perfectly unique sensation, one I had become more familiar in this year of exploration. It wasn't, by itself, something that was amazingly erotic, but it was kind of sensual in the context of any sexual activity. Doubly so, when there was a partner beside you doing exactly the same.

Lee sat beside me, one paw fondling his cock, at half-mast, the other pressed to his lips as if worried he might spill. He glanced at me before his eyes darted away. I simply grinned at him.

"Now, kiss."

Lee practically threw himself at me. His black-striped, orange form melted into my pure black coat, as our bodies mingled in our drawn out post-orgasmic bliss. The lingering pleasure heightened by the kinky orders. I fell back slightly while the tiger wrapped his arms around me, both of us purring into our lip lock. I could see his tail lashing the air in my peripheral.

"Oh, wow!" Belle gasped, "Save some for me, honey!"

The tiger drew back, himself looking a little surprised. I chuckled, but raised a paw to rub at his arm. He looked a little unsure for a moment before he laughed with us, rubbing at the back of his head.

"I got a little...carried away there," Lee muttered.

Belle crawled up to the two of us and threw an arm around her boyfriend, licking his cheek playfully. "I'm sure Connor is hardly off-put, honey."

I smirked, fixing Lee with a smouldering look. "Not in the slightest. That was hot, and I hope we're not done here."

The snow leopardess batted me in the side with her tail coyly. "We're not done, oh no. Right now, I need a good fucking, you boys put on quite the show!"

Glancing at each other, we quickly and proudly displayed our cocks for her eager eyes. I, by luck of being more than a little pent up and single, was still hard and still raring to go. Lee at this point was beyond half-mast, but was not fully there yet.

"Connor looks like he's good to go first," Belle declared, "Why don't we get to know each other and Lee can join us in a little bit."

I looked over the svelte and coy snow leopardess, but glanced at Lee before making a move.

He looked at me and smiled. "The lady is in charge, here. Don't worry, I don't mind watching and waiting for a little."

I relaxed at that. They were obviously confident in their relationship. Perhaps it was more the fact that Lee and I had just spent more than a few minutes intimately pressed to one another's crotch, and swallowed each other's loads. But nonetheless, the room certainly had an air of trust.

I crawled over to Belle while Lee slipped back to give us room. She met my muzzle with her own again, and after kissing her boyfriend more than a few times tonight, I could say that the snow leopardess was an extremely good kisser.

It was something I was always a little concerned about. I could feel myself almost melting into her lips on the other hand, she met me softly and drew me in, before her tongue met mine for a coy little dance in our mouths.

She fell back and pulled me on top of her. Propping myself up on an elbow, the paw of my other arm cupped her breast and toyed with it. Belle ran a paw down my side before gripping my butt. Both of our hips worked with one another, a grinding rhythm that was like a warmup for what was about to happen.

Rising up, I decided to take the lead. The snow leopardess seemed content as I put her legs over my shoulders, and angled her hip more invitingly toward me. My maleness slipped between the lips of her pussy, sliding through the wet arousal there, making her gasp as the nubs of my barbs teased her.

Reaching a paw down to notch my prick at her entrance, I slowly pushed in while looking into her smouldering eyes. She bit her lip while staring at me, both of us enjoying the slow push until we met. I enjoyed the rippling, wet, warmth about my cock while Belle enjoyed the nibbed firmness pressing through her channel.

She groaned needily beneath me as I slowly drew back my hips, each barb providing delicious texture to her interior. I pushed my hips forward again, a little faster, working up to a rhythm that had my crotch clapping off her mound and the back of her thighs, my balls slapping into the cleft of her butt.

Her paws grasped my arms, planted into the bed beside her, and she held onto me as I pounded down into her; her butt bouncing between the bed and my thrusting crotch. Her pussy seemed to grip at my cock every time I drew my hips back. Belle was very vocal, grunting and moaning in time with the rhythm of our fuck. I leant down and began to kiss and nip at her neck, not wanting to silence her endearing vocalisations.

After teasing her enough, I drew back, remaining propped up as I increased speed. The position allowed me to use long and thorough strokes to drive her crazy, and draw out as much pleasure as I wanted from her body.

Her eyes screwed shut and her back arched up toward me, head thrown back in bliss. I would have done the same, but it was impossible for me to tear my eyes away from the svelte snow leopardess all but writhing beneath me. Belle was sensitive and responsive, which goes a long way for an incredible fuck.

Spurred by the wet sounds of our union, my cock thrust into her sex, I leant down to growl at her. "You want it harder? Faster?"

She grunted and nodded a little.

On impulse, I decided that wasn't enough. I slowed to a teasing pace, leisurely thrust back and forth with little effort. Belle grunted again, this time in disappointment, and tried to thrust her hips up to mine. But in her current position, her legs over my shoulders, my weight rolling her back and folding her slightly, she had no momentum, no leverage.

"You fucker..." she breathed, glaring at me now, "you're just as bad as Lee!"

I glanced over my shoulder, where Lee sat at the end of the bed. He was relaxing, in a sitting position, working one paw over his cock and struggling not to laugh. I realised that this must have been something that the tiger did, on more than one occasion.

"It's so easy, Belle, all you gotta do is just say it." I once more tried for a more dominant approach, punctuating my words with the hint of a little force behind my lazy thrusts.

Then, to her complete surprise, I lifted myself off of her. My cock pulled out, and I had to grit my teeth at the disappointment I myself felt. From a warm and snug interior my dick was suddenly just out in the open, not at all impressed from the lack of sensation.

As I shuffled back a little, Lee edged forward, all but reading my mind. Belle kept her legs spread, but Lee pushed her aside slightly. He lay on his back beside her and gestured over his cock, jutting from his sheath.

Believing she was once again in charge, Belle easily straddled her tiger boyfriend, sinking down on his cock with a triumphant groan. His paws gripped her hips and she was ready to begin bouncing on his cock to work herself back toward her much desired second orgasm. But she had a hard time lifting herself when Lee kept their crotches locked together.

Looking down at him she growled and Lee looked immensely pleased with himself. She leant forward, punching her paws into the bed on either side of her boyfriend's head, and tried to grind their crotches, tried to derive some sensation from the cock currently lodged in her. She got something, that was for sure, Lee couldn't completely stop her from moving. But he evidently impeded her enough that all she managed to do was tease herself now.

"You fucking...fuckers!" She shouted in pure sexual frustration.

"You just gotta say it, Belle." I reminded her, sidling up behind her to cup both breasts in my paws, kneading them while nuzzling and nipping at her neck.

"No," Lee said from below us, "she has to beg, now."

I chuckled into her ear and she shivered, both at the sensation and the thought. "Mmm, good idea. Beg for Lee to fuck you, and then beg for me to fuck you..." I trailed off expectantly.

She was getting worked up now. "Fucking - ugh. Please, Lee, fuck me. Fuck me like I know you can. Fuck me sooooo good." She moaned and I felt Lee buck beneath her a little.

She groaned and they began to work themselves into a practiced rhythm, one that a couple has after spending several nights furiously fucking one another. Lee set the pace hard and fast. I took great pleasure in watching him thrust up into her, his cock disappearing and his balls bouncing against her curvy behind as he worked herself down onto him in a matching pace.

"And now..." I prompted.

She grunted. "Please, Connor, fuck me too."

"Noooo..." I teased, "Not too."

"Please, Connor, fuck me..." she trailed off, unsure.

"In the ass."

There was a muffled 'what' from Lee below her, but it was drowned up by a moan from Belle as she said, "Yes! Please, Connor, fuck my ass. Just fuck me, both of you!"

Lee, with foot paws planted on the bed, hips thrusting up quick and hard, snapping thrusts that had their crotches clapping together, mocked outrage.

"You little hussy," he teased, "you told me you wouldn't want to take it in the ass."

Continuing to tease her, I said, "I'm sure she did, she's a dirty little leopardess. But she wants it, for sure, don't you?" I punctuated the question with a bite at the scruff of her neck.

She squealed, tensing up. Lee drove up into her again and again and she shuddered over the top of him. I let her go, my part done. She fell forward and clutched weakly at her boyfriend while he worked his cock relentlessly into her pussy, shuddering through her sudden climax.

Lee hugged his girlfriend to him as she came down from her orgasm, her white-grey fur wrapped in an embrace of orange. She sought his muzzle with her own and made out for several moments; long enough to begin to make me feel out of place, but Lee amended that.

The tiger thrust up into her gently, still hard, and Belle hissed, half in pain. "Too soon?" He asked.

She nodded, easing herself up a little. "Mmm, yeah, I'm really sensitive down there right now."

Belle rose up on her knees and Lee's cock slipper from her sex, slapping against his abdomen. Rolling off him she lay on her back with a satisfied huff. She dreamily ran a paw down his front, tracing sensuous circles through his coat. Lee was very much still attentive and eager however, the twitching spire of his cock rising from his groin.

"I can't believe you were offering your ass to Connor. If he wanted, you would have had two dicks in you at once," Lee teased, "or is that what you wanted, huh?"

"Noooo," Belle whined, but her tail thwapped the bed beneath her.

"You would have totally given up your ass for him, you little hussy. You always told me that was off limits. Good to know that's gonna change..." Lee trailed off with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I saw the shift in Belle before Lee did. "Well, darling, I suppose if mine is up for grabs, it's only fair for yours to be."

Now it was Lee's tail that drummed against the bed in surprise. "What do you mean?" His voice was a little quieter now.

She turned, all but laying on his front and ran a digit of her paw down his furred chest. "Simple, sweetie. We're gonna make a little promise between ourselves. Every time you take it up the butt, I'll take it up the butt, too."

Lee seemed to grow even more animated at the prospect of this deal. "You're serious?"

Belle nodded coyly, giggling at the excitement Lee began to show, besides the obvious erection that hadn't flagged in the slightest. "And I think we can start right now!"

The snow leopardess clutched at her boyfriend and dragged him atop her. In his surprise Lee went along with it, a natural response when a sexy cat pulls you on top of them. But to his shock she reached down and smacked his ass, the tiger yelping at the sudden sting.

I, of course, had a perfect view of tight tiger booty, and licked my lips at the sight. The round orange globes, striped with black seemed to draw you into the subtle cleft and the tailhole between. His tail swished above his ass indecisively.

Crawling forward on my knees I rested a paw on the offended cheek of Lee's ass, rubbing gently as if to soothe the sting from his girlfriend's spank. Lee made a little 'mmm' sound before he caught himself, Belle giggling face to face with him.

"What do you say, Lee? You were curious, you have an irresistible offer before you, and as I mentioned before," I leant over his back, resting my throbbing cock through his cheeks, bringing my mouth close to his ear, "I'm more than happy to help."

Lee tensed, his ears pressing back, but managed to whisper out a little. "Yes..."

I looked over his shoulders, down at the beaming snow leopardess. "Do you have lube?"

She nodded and pointed out one of the drawers beside the bed. While I leant off the bed to fetch it, Belle continued to kiss her boyfriend, a sensuous embrace of snow leopardess and tiger that was hot to watch.

While Lee took comfort in the familiar, kissing and dry humping his girlfriend, I squirted a generous amount of lube onto one paw and took my place behind his upthrust butt. As gently and non-intrusively as I could, I swiped the digits of my paw up through the cleft of his behind. I heard him gasp and his tail shot up into the air to twitch and sway nervously.

I gave him a gentle swat on the ass. "Relax, buddy, I'm gonna get you thoroughly prepared. You just have to let yourself relax, try not to tense or clench."

He glanced at me over his shoulder and nodded. I pressed one lubed digit against his tailhole, circling it and teasing him, applying just a little pressure. He looked forward, but his head remained up, so Belle took to licking and nuzzling his neck in a comforting way.

Lee grunted, wriggling his hips a little as I pressed the digit slowly forward, penetrating his virgin ass and introducing him to a little stretching. He took it well, didn't make much noise. I figured he was concentrating on keeping himself relaxed.

While I worked one digit through his tailhole to begin to loosen him up a little, and work some lube into the tender muscles and interior there, my other paw reached forward between his legs. I rolled the furry orbs of his balls, noting they were pulled tight to his sheath, before running my hand up the base of his cock and circling the tip with a single digit.

His prick danced in the air, twitching erratically and oozing his fluid freely. Lee was primed and quite near to the edge, but I wasn't going to let him off so easily. From experience I knew that keeping someone close to climax while you prepped them made things go a lot smoother.

I worked up to two digits, and then three, scissoring and twisting them through his tailhole and reapplying some lube when it looked like he was ready for my cock. Placing one paw on his hip now, I swatted his ass and he yelped.

"You ready for this dick now?" I growled, leaning forward to get close to his ears.

They flicked down in nervousness and he nodded.

I wanted more than that. I spanked his ass again, a little harder this time, my paw clapping of his cheek. He yelped again, his tail thrashing the air. I leant forward again, resting some of my weight on his back in a domineering manner.

"I asked you a question, kitten."

Belle looked enthralled at the action above her, while Lee had his eyes closed, ears pinned to his skull.

"Yes..." he mewled, submissively.

"Good." I chuckled, leaning back.

I pressed the tip of my leaking cock - more than worked up myself - and began to push in. His rosebud had been loosened, but the muscles within were relentlessly tight. It took a minute or more of insistent pushing, a little pull back and waiting after each push, before I could work my entire cock into his passage.

When I did so I collapsed onto his back completely, giving him the responsibility of presenting himself for our fuck and holding us both up. I stayed like that for a little while, giving him the time to adjust to a throbbing mass of malehood thrust up his behind. I licked and nibbled at his neck, and he squirmed like a good little kitten.

When I pulled back, my barbs caught his interior and we both hissed in bliss at the sensation, before I thrust back in and we grunted almost in unison. We were not going to last long together, we were worked up from Belle and the situation at hand.

Working my hips forward into a consistent rhythm I listened with delight at his mewling and his moaning, adding my own grunts and growls. I used one paw to push at one of his tight cheeks, opening his cleft up more to my thrusting hips, while the other held onto one of his shoulders, keeping him from collapsing forward.

His interior was a tight warmth around my cock, squeezing down on me almost rhythmically as I ran through his passage. On every thrust in his tailhole yielded reluctantly, and then every thrust out seemed to be a struggle to leave. My barbs formed little bumps that rippled through his ass, a relentless sensation that had him flexing his claws in the sheets of the bed.

Always a risk when inviting a cat to your bed. Some considered it a worthwhile hazard to end a night with clawed sheets, and some wore a scratched up back like a mark of pride.

I could feel Belle squirming beneath us and when Lee's breath hitched and his hips began to rock forward erratically, I knew she must be working him to his finish. I did my part, switching to long strokes through his passage that triggered every pleasurable spot within that my barbed cock could reach.

The tiger grunted, thrusting his hips forward a little, nearly slipping my dick free of his ass. He shuddered, hips twitching weakly as he spent himself over his girlfriend. I felt his climax too, the muscle of his ass clenched hard around my cock and I moaned with him. It felt almost as if he was attempting to wring the cum from my cock with his ass.

"I think we're ready to finish, sexy." Belle directed at me, barely peeking from under Lee's shoulder.

My paws closed around Lee's hips and I leant forward to take the scruff of his neck in a mating bite. The tiger grunted in surprise and devolved into breathless moans when I snapped my hips forward and began thrusting in a quick tempo. I growled into the scruff of his neck as I came, painting his clenching interior with a mess of cum.

When I finally came down from the bliss of my climax I spent some time tenderly licking Lee's neck, savouring our tight embrace.

"Wow..." Belle breathed beneath us.

"Yeah," I agreed with a huff.

I drew back, gently slipping my cock from his tight ass. A bit of mess slipped free, dripping down the cleft of his ass and over the swell of his balls. The tiger fell forward to lay beside his girl, snuggling into her fur with a growing purr. She chuckled as he nuzzled down into her chest, burying his muzzle between her breasts and she wrapped an arm about his shoulders. I was about to step off the bed and happily leave them to it, but a paw closed about my wrist and suddenly yanked me forward.

I fell onto Lee's back, spooning him, before I realised the tiger had been the one to pull me to his side. He glanced over his shoulder at me, grinning. I nuzzled my cheek into his and the three of us relaxed on the bed for some much welcomed snuggling.

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