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"Ugh, hell yes!" I sighed in immense relief, staring out the window. "Finally..."

The moment the family's station wagon rolled out of sight, I whipped my phone out and opened the Growlr app. My tail wagged underneath me as I lay in the living room, swiping left at each profile. After a long week of ignoring messages and itching to feel someone under my tail, I finally had a weekend to myself. Mom and Dad were visiting my older sister across the state, and entrusted me to watch over the house. True to my word, I wasn't planning to host a wild party or drink any alcohol.

No, instead, I planned on getting fucked.

"Mmm, no." I continued to swipe left. Everyone either didn't have a picture, enough info on their profile or simply asked for photos of either my ass or my maw. "No. No. Maybe another night...Ew, definitely not into old guys...No, no, no..."

Growlr has been a lifesaver ever since I turned eighteen a couple months ago. The amount of pent-up guys I'd been with on here already went into the double digits, yet enough was never enough. Now that summer was here and I didn't have to worry about sneaking behind my parents' backs, I could fully indulge myself in the best cocks to offer. The only problem so far involved how many bottoms and unappealing...creeps were in the area.

Several minutes later, I was tied between two guys I was speaking to; a handsome, muscular black panther and a semi-stocky golden retriever. Both were less than five miles away and looked appealing, but the panther needed someone to host, and I was on the fence about it. On one tentative paw, 'PantherHeartsFox' had quite a profile: 6'2", 190 lbs, aged nineteen, black fur, muscular, versatile top and looking for hookups. His profile photo alone, a selfie of him grinning with visible fangs as sweat trickled down his shirtless, bulging abs--as well as teasingly wearing a pair of blue boxers that peeked from his loose workout shorts--made my cock drool from leaking delight.

The last time I hooked up with a feline, it involved a thirty-something virgin still living in his parents' home. Instead of being a tall, hung tiger, he happened to be a stocky, slightly overweight one desperate to lose his V-card. While I didn't have any prejudice towards chubby hubbies, the bastard tricked me by using screenshots of a European porn star, and still expected me to service him. One awkward blowjob and drive home later, I blocked him.

Hopefully, tonight would be different.

PantherHeartsFox: Hey babe, u host?

CD-Fox-18: Depends what ur looking for, big guy.

PantherHeartsFox: I'm looking for a subby fox that loves wearing girls clothes <3

CD-Fox-18: You might've found her lol. Whatcha got down there?

His photo on Growlr sent showed a well-hung, black cock that looked like it needed to be sucked. It looked either seven to eight inches in length, beautiful barbs along the enticing shaft, and it wasn't even fully hard yet.

PantherHeartsFox: Can you handle it, babe? Can you host? ;3

CD-Fox-18: I'll definitely try <3 And can you?

PantherHeartsFox: W/ roommate no. Can you host?

On the other paw, it was incredibly risky to host. When I first started using Growlr, I normally made sure to look for hosts (it's impossible to have sex with someone if the folks could pop in and out at random), and then I'd send the address to a friend of mine while leaving everything--save for my ID--back in my room. It was the closest thing to safety I could muster.

Tonight though, my parents weren't going to interrupt. They were driving far from here.

My guy and my dick warred for what felt like hours. "Ugh," I whimpered, staring at his beautiful cock pic. "Mmm, this had better be worth it..."

** ** CD-Fox-18: I can host.

I waited for what felt like an entire work shift waiting.

PantherHeartsFox: Great! What's your address?

The next thing I knew, I forwarded him an address and this panther's last message said he'd be a thirty-minute drive, as well as asking me to wear something sexy for him. For the first ten minutes, I bolted upstairs into the shower to get my fur and tailhole clean as a whistle, then another five minutes drying before eagerly searching for the right outfit. For my 'femboy' costume, I owned a garter belt, black laces and a blouse.

"Okay, let's see..." I began rifling through the dryer, then froze before looking into the washer again. "Wait. No, no, no! Goddamn it, why'd I forget to switch earlier?"

Ten minutes to go. The last thing I wanted to do was drive him off, so I went for the next best thing and bolted upstairs into the room opposite mine. In spite of being born four years after me, Jessica's measurements closely resembled mine. And fortunately, her tastes in lingerie were decent as well, given my circumstances. Besides my trusty garter belt (cleaned yesterday) and a pair of black stockings I found after rummaging in the back of my closet, I borrowed my older sister's sleek blouse and a small skirt, as well as these nice, albeit macabre-as-Halloween panties.

Although I consider myself a boy in every sense of the word, one who enjoyed having male genitalia and using it, there was always something about wearing women's clothes that tempted me to try. In my sophomore year of high school, going inside that Victoria's Secret and buying those green panties for my 'girlfriend' opened doors for me.

Wearing girly clothing didn't so much as demean the feminine form, but embrace it like a spotlight, especially for someone to lust over. To them, I could be a male, female, both or neither in a mixture of raw sexual exploration.

Eventually, between preparing my hole with lube and stretching it wide, a new message buzzed from the Growlr app on my phone.

PantherHeartFox: Here. U there?

Grinning, I relocated to my bedroom and replied back to him.

CD-Fox-18: I'm here. Door's unlocked. Come on upstairs, big boy~<3

I ran into my parent's room and positioned myself in front of their canopy bed, my tail curled behind my back and arms holding onto one of the railings, showcasing my slender, feminine form as I wore my sister's clothing. Staring at the door, my ears could pick up the faint squeak of an opening door down the stairs, as well as cautious footsteps. I wasn't frightened by my panther being a thief or something, but I did brace myself for anything.

"Hello?" a deep voice called from around the corner.

I murred in my soft-spoken voice, "Is that you, big boy~?"

He responded by ducking through the door frame and began to strip. First, he peeled away his shirt before dropping it to the floor, followed by his track shorts. Either he did sports in his own school or simply ran for fun, being a panther and all.

The sight of him alone nearly made me came into these black panties. Naked save for a pair of dark boxers that camouflaged into his midnight fur, the panther stood twice my height with even more muscles than I could ever work out for. His lustful grin mirrored mine as he lumbered for me, looking over the prey before him, while my eyes were locked on the bulging tent below his muscular midriff. My watering maw could already taste the musky meat.

"Well, well, well," his baritone voice caused my trembling ears to fold down, as well as my hidden length to harden up, "you're looking very...delicious, babe."

"It's what you wanted," I imitated a purr until he stood before me.

Beautiful and imposing.

"Mmm, I did." He licked his lips. "I love you sissy foxes. Now kneel for me..."

Without another word, I did that. My trembling knees only touched the carpet before my paws were enthusiastically feeling the feline's thickness through the boxers. Wagging my tail and panting for the taste, I tenderly pulled the hem down before bracing back. The panther's cock--eight inches and beautifully throbbing--leaked some pre as I licked, nosed and worshipped it into my warm lips.

"Mmm, you like that dick, don't you?" The panther huffed between needy growls, "Mmm, you do. Say you love it..."

I gasped for air, yipping, "I love it!" before choking again on the member.

I moaned and squeaked on his tip as my fingers played and tugged at his hot orbs underneath the dick, alternating between long licks, short licks, playful and teasing kisses. That drove my feline partner wild.

"Oh! Oh, fuck...Fuck yes..."

Practice made perfect with each stroke of my tongue. The nameless panther went to face-fucking me a few moments later, grabbing hold of my ears as I felt his hung length poke the back of my throat. His eagerness to get off matched my resolve to make this last as long as possible. His balls slapping against my chin didn't help any either. After having him put on some more lube and a condom (large enough for his member), my stomach lay on the bedsheets, tail raised high and panties discarded between my legs, while that same feline dick positioned at the entrance of my 'virgin' sphincter.

"Well, what're you waiting for, big boy?" I asked, wiggling my rump for him.

"You lubed up?"

I nodded. "Though be careful going in, please. Be gentle with this boy."

Soon, I felt a warm sensation. Slowly yet agonizingly, the panther complied by gingerly pushing in me centimeter by centimeter, his fingers gripping the back of my garter belt. My 'cherry' eventually popped and I released a sissy moan that instantly hardened him again. His thrust started slow, careful and precise until it started to go faster, deeper and bolder.

"Mmm!" He purred into my ear, his fingers tightly bound on my raised wrists, "Am I--mfh!--being too rough? Oh, fuck..."

His rough tongue licked at the back of my neck, while his left fingers lowered down to fondle my vulpine form. Whoever this panther was, he really enjoyed my twinkish form in these girly clothes that enhanced my feminine form. Most guys did, especially whenever I squealed or whimpered loudly. The fact we were fucking in my parents' bed added sweet icing onto this delicious, perverted cake.

"You're good," I squirmed beneath him, "keep breeding me like a good bitch, big boy!"

I readily pushed my rear back onto his barbed cock. My ring squeezed around the girth like a vice the further it spread my cheeks apart, making me grip the sheets tighter. Although this suburb had enough privacy, I bit down on my lips when my panther hookup eventually got to the hilt. The stars I saw were glorious.

Though not as much as when he came inside me moments later.

We lay panting in a cum-stained mess for a while, panting and tired from what felt like hours spent together, but the panther didn't take long to grab his clothes off the floor and get dressed after a quick shower in the nearby bathroom. When he came out to say his goodbye, the panther licked his lips again at me; disheveled and completely used.

"You did great, babe. We gotta do this again."

"Not tonight," I laughed, picking up my phone and replying to a message Mom sent me. Yes, I was going to wash my bed tomorrow morning (including her & Dad's too). "You got a name, big boy? Or should I keep calling you PantherHeartsFox from now on?"

The panther rumbled a laugh. "It's Jasper. See you around..."

Limping out of bed, I watched him walk out the door and drive off down the street. As predicted and prayed for, he didn't take anything.

Soon, I reopened the Growlr app, knowing my evening only just begun.