Club Sapphire
#3 of A'alis
_I felt like doing some serious F/F/F/F.../F/F/M action. So Lliam's almost the only guy getting any this go round, although there's definitely far too much for him to get all of it. NOTE: Bisexuality is a cultural norm (and at least moreso than here, a biological norm) in this world. Because there's no stigma associated with homosexuality, even the strictest heterosexual will try -and enjoy- the occasional homosexual encounter. Likewise homosexuals will occasionally lay with the opposite sex. So one *can* take a guy into a lesbian sex club and get him seriously laid, but since it's off-topic the guy had better be a decent catch, as which Lliam easily qualifies.
...lucky bastard mouse narrator..._
Shortly after the Magistrate's departure, Ilka, Sylvia and Millicent returned with the day's shopping. While Millicent and Sylvia put away the groceries, Ilka sneaked up behind Lliam and looped a blindfold over him. "Take two slow steps back," she whispered. Lliam complied, smiling.
Suddenly, eliciting a squeak from her blindfolded husband, Ilka yanked the tight, white, undergarment he'd stepped into up and over his loins. She grabbed him and held him tightly from behind. "These are to remind you not to have sex."
"And what if I decide to have sex anyway," Lliam said in mock defiance.
"Then Sylvia, Millicent and I won't take you to Club Sapphire tomorrow, and trust me you'd be missing out. But I'll hang before I bring a half-drained mousey to the girls and tell them he is a man of A'alis." Lliam smiled, letting his hands wander back to hold Ilka's rump affectionately.
"As you wish, my wife. But shall I wear this blindfold, all day, as well?"
"Oh I should like that," said Dex dramatically, "yes, let him stumble in the afternoon, and eat his supper with fumbling hands as we brush crumbs from his face with finger and tongue, let him be teased through the remainder of the day, not by the eyes but by his hands, ever touching warm flesh as we tantalize his every sense save one, which is to be starved to better appreciate the women of Sapphire."
"Oh," said Ilka, pulling Lliam's hand forward and gently pulling it inside her gauzy loin covering, "let it be so, my husband."
Lliam tickled Ilka's nethers, grinning. "I'll play along, but be warned I'm not helpless without my sight."
Ilka spread her legs. "Oh, well... I suppose you could..."
"Hey!" Millicent jerked Lliam's hand out of Ilka's drawers. "I'm all for some fun and games but I want those fingers of his rested too." Lliam licked his lips. "And that tongue. ESPECIALLY that tongue."
"Then how am I supposed to be of any use at all," asked Lliam in his mocking tone.
"KNEEL," said Ilka imperiously. Lliam happily complied. "Now," she said, positioning her groin immediately before her mouse husband's nose, "nuzzle, inhale, but do not lick."
"Oh ho ho," said Lliam, "but this is going to be a chance to test my creativity." At this, Lliam leaned forward into the lovely aroma and poked his nose in between Ilka's outer lips. "We'll see how much good I can do, hmm?"
Lliam heard Sylvia's voice behind him. "Hmm, I'm worried about those knees, now."
"Yes," he heard Millicent say, "he definitely needs those knees to be in peak condition. Of course some allowances CAN be made as he IS from Cali province..."
Lliam snorted, causing Ilka to gasp. "Awwww," she said plaintively. "This was just getting good..."
"No, no we definitely can't have him on his knees all night. Off to dinner with him," Dex said, hefting Lliam up and away from Ilka's pussy.
"Very well, but I'm going to make sure he at least gets teased with this," she said, a hand replacing Lliam's nose at her labia. "Sit him at the table, Dex."
Dex led Lliam gently and serenely to a place at the table, where he sat, still blindfolded, smiling at what was sure to be a very interesting evening. A shadow moved between him and what he presumed was the kitchen light, and Ilka's scent once again dominated his nose.
"You're going to hear and smell me cum right here and now, you little tease," she said with mock viciousness. "And don't even think about touching me; I want those girls to see a mouse in RUT when we bring you in."
Lliam obediently put his hands at his sides, grinning. "Keep up that slutty behavior and I'm sure to comply." The sound of Ilka's fingers on her cunny were already bringing Lliam's cock to attention, even ignoring the intensifying musk in the air.
"Oo, you little tart," she said. "Hear me rubbing my pussy lips? Bet you can't tell, uuunnhh, when I pinch my clit though..." Lliam bit his lower lip lustfully. "Ohhh putting two fingers in.. I'm getting so wet... uhh... love watching you squirm little husband..." Lliam's hand gripped the base of his seat desperately to keep from rubbing himself or reaching for Ilka's breasts, which he could only imagine bouncing slightly from her exertions, nipples hardened... "Ohh it's coming soon now," Ilka moaned softly, the sturdy countertop creaking slightly as she rocked back and forth, plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt while her other hand pinched her nipples. Lliam leaned forward to breathe in as much of Ilka's musk as he could get, every muscle in his body fighting against itself to refrain from plunging his mouth into that hot cunt, groping those firm breasts... "Aaagh! Ungh, ungh, Ohhhhhhhh," moaned Ilka, her cunt actually squirting Lliam's face. "Aagh.. Aaghh.... here let me lick that pussy juice off you.." Lliam gasped as she licked his face and chest.
"Hey! You just licked my nipple to be cruel..."
"Oh for heaven's sake, Ilka," said Michal, "Keep that up and he'll cum in those things without a stroke."
Lliam sensed Ilka moving off the table, and then gasped again as her arms came around him, her breasts mooshing into his back. "Oh I was terribly baaaad, wasn't I," mocking innocence. "I'll be good from now on..." Ilka's breasts sliding luxuriantly across his back did not reassure Lliam of this one bit.
Dex and Sylvia helped Lliam eat, making sure he had the right utensil and taking care of little minor details like cutting meat, with fairly little fuss, although Dex did "accidentally" hand Lliam his cock instead of a dinner roll at one point. Lliam wasn't able to get it into his mouth for more than a blissful moment without being stopped by Millicent's chiding that he "keep that tongue fresh".
After dinner, Dex read some poetry, most of which was fairly tame but which occasionally waxed erotic. After dinner's torments, however, Lliam found this teasing quite tame.
Ilka assured him that the worst was yet to come. "We're going to lay you out on that bed and we're all going to have a good time, but you, you get to listen and smell. I want you teased into a frenzy when we get you to Sapphire."
Lliam smiled. "Oh what sweet torture, knowing it is all to the purpose of making me ready for what is to come."
"You poor thing," said Dex, and Lliam could hear that he was smiling gently, "you have no idea what this little wench is capable of."
"Well I think I can-- whooaaa!" Lliam was cut off as several of his spouses (he couldn't really tell which ones) grabbed him and carried him off to the big bed cheerfully. "Hey now, go easy on the goods," he said jokingly.
"I'm a hot commodity."
"Oh you will be when we get done with you," Michal's voice said, laughing. Lliam was put onto the bed and felt himself being positioned, his head to the headboard with a pillow under it, and his arms spread wide, a pillow behind each one. He felt a pair of feminine rumps moving into place, neatly cradled in each arm.
"There we go, careful now," said Sylvia's voice, "gotta PIN him, but not so the circulation gets cut off."
"Ooh, he's got the idea, I think," said Ilka's voice, above his head. So that WAS her ass, Lliam thought. And that meant this one over HERE was Millicent...
"There we go, he can be teased by what he feels but not enough to wear out those precious fingers," said Millicent's voice, also from above.
Lliam hugged his wives' backsides blissfully. "I don't know if this is really teasing; after not getting to touch anything at all it's more satisfying than anything."
"Hmm, yes," said Sylvia, "But you'll feel plenty teased when we've had our fun, I assure you, and trust me, tomorrow you will be FAR more satisfied than THIS. Speaking of which," Lliam gasped as Sylvia's mouth squeezed his almost-firm member through the tight fabric. "Last chance to do this before I'm in danger of making you blow."
"What makes you so sure I'm that--" Lliam froze as he recognized the sound from his left: Ilka was getting eaten out! He struggled to free his left arm only for a second before giving up: that'd be breaking the rules of this little game, after all. Sylvia had been right, though, Lliam was painfully erect yet again.
Lliam heard Ilka's voice again. "You like listening to Michal eat my pussy, Lliam? Don't you wish you could be here, tonguing my cunt, lapping my clit with that sharp little mousie tongue of yours?"
Lliam only whimpered.
"Mmmmm," said Millicent, "Sylvia's not a bad cuntlicker herself, you know..."
Lliam's arousal was now kicking into overdrive. Here he was, trapped on the bed so he could only feel his wives' asses while both of them were having their pussies eaten! "You... you... evil little vixen," he said, gripping Ilka's ass especially tightly. He felt his hair being ruffled.
"Now now," said Millicent's voice dreamily, "This was all Sylvia's idea.. ohhh..."
And so Lliam lie, helplessly, with the sounds of his wives being messily licked surrounding him, their musk filling his nostrils and maddening his brain. "You... you... are going to bring a ravaging BEAST to Sapphire, my loves..."
"Pretty much the idea," said Ilka. "Ohh... tomorrow I'll let you do this to me... you can lick my lips, drink my juices... oh! Yyyess you can stuff your face into my pussy and put your tongue, oh god put your tongue there..."
Lliam moaned in blissful agony. He could feel Ilka and Millicent tensing up as they neared release, their bodies writhing, the wet sounds of tongues probing their depths intensifying. When Ilka came, Lliam cried out in lust, though he could not cum himself, no matter how much he wanted to. As Millicent caught up and was ready to go herself, Ilka cruelly slid out from her position pinning his arm, only to let him just barely touch each of her heavy breasts, feel her hard nipples, then moved away, holding his arm with both hands. "Evil vixen," he said, his head swirling with need.
"One last torment, my love, and then we'll let you.. SLEEP."
"How on the twelve stars--" Lliam was cut off by Millicent's violent orgasm, of which he could feel every twitch of her rear end, but no more, "--am I supposed to SLEEP after this?"
"Restlessly," said Sylvia, obviously licking the juices of Millicent's cunny off her lips. "But you will get to sleep; after a while the tension in your loins will slacken to a dull throb and you will sleep. Oh you will dream, though, and in those dreams you will not be so tortured. But now we've got one last thing to give you, don't we Michal?"
"Why yes we do," said Michal's voice. Lliam felt himself being pulled down the bed a few feet, repositioned. His arms were still trapped, now by Ilka and Millicent holding him. He felt Sylvia's pert breasts move past his lips. He tried and failed to lick her nipples. "Ah ah, little mousie," Michal said, "that tongue is being saved for tomorrow." Lliam now could smell Sylvia's musk. She was worked up.
"You... you wouldn't DARE," Lliam gasped, only to be cut off as the unmistakable sound of Michal's cock slipping effortlessly into Sylvia's cunt interrupted him. "Ohhh," he said, "Ohhh GODS..."
Lliam could only bite down on his lip and whimper as Michal's meat slicked in and out of the pussy scarce inches above his nose, close enough that if he strained he might have got his tongue to touch it, held back only by his desire to keep playing the game which was turning into an ever deeper sexual torture...
Lliam let the lust wash over him. Closing his eyes beneath the blindfold, he let himself simply enjoy the sounds and smells tormenting him, though his cock throbbed and leaked pre and drove him mad, he slowed his breathing, and enjoyed the sounds, smells, and the sensations of the rocking bed, the hands gently stroking his arms, the breasts tickling his stomach...
Michal and Sylvia came almost simultaneously, and Lliam opened his mouth wide, letting the mixed essences fall into his desperate mouth, and at the last giving one defiant lick of Sylvia's spent treasure, earning himself a playful swat from Ilka.
"Bad mousie!"
Sylvia re-maneuvered, and Lliam was pulled up and back, so that he rested in her arms, his back to her. "Oh, oh, you poor thing. But tomorrow, pet, tomorrow it will be worth it. The women of Sapphire will claim your seed again and again, and nothing of their treasures will be strange to you."
Lliam only moaned in amazement that he didn't spin 'round and fuck Sylvia senseless on the spot.
As morning arose on Lliam's poor tortured body, his cock throbbed with need underneath the tight undergarment that still clung to him. "Just a little longer, love," said Sylvia soothingly from behind him.
Lliam closed his eyes and sighed. "Very well. I'm going to be half crazed in that club you know."
Sylvia hugged him tenderly to her bosom, eliciting a slight gasp from her tormented husband. "Oh, lover. I hope so."
Lliam was made to wait, although he was not teased again, almost the whole day for his release. As afternoon began to soften into early evening, Lliam's wives ushered him out the door and into the evening, a robe covering his nakedness because, as Ilka explained, "You're only for the women of Sapphire and us tonight."
Lliam's wives, however, walked naked in the evening streets, except for comfortable sandals and gold armlets inlaid with the crest of A'alis: full parade display. Lliam's coverings drew a few giggles and whispers.
"Oo, what's this," Millicent mocked, "Is he being punished? Taken off to be excommunicated?" Sylvia rolled her eyes.
Eventually, a storekeeper sweeping his front stoop did flag Ilka down to ask what the occasion was, that the women of A'alis would bring one of their husbands clothed among them while they went on display.
"He's to be made a gift to the women of Sapphire for the evening, sir. Only they and we shall have any of his treasures tonight."
The man sighed, looking at Lliam's robes disappointedly. "Do tell me he'll be around some other day? He must be a sight to behold."
Sylvia looked around in mock secrecy. "Tell you what, just for you, real quick.." Sylvia withdrew Lliam's robes, letting the shopkeeper look Lliam's slender but muscular frame up and down.
"Oh, yes," he said happily. "I thank you, generous women of A'alis."
Seeing the way his eyes lingered at Lliam's undergarment, Ilka mischievously pulled it down, letting Lliam's eager cock show for just a moment, drawing a grateful gasp from the shopkeeper. "Now I'm sorry but we really HAVE to go..."
The man waved them off happily, a bulge beneath his apron showing just how much he enjoyed the treat.
The doors of Sapphire were perhaps more effusively vaginal in shape than to allow ease of entry, and perhaps that was the idea. Lliam and his wives had to enter single file, while a muscular but gentle-natured woman ushered them in.
The lights had been toned to a slightly rosy hue, just enough to cast the slightest pink color on the walls and Millicent's white breast fur.
Club Sapphire was not a dance club, and so space was not especially dedicated to large flat areas. Rather, there were a set of round, cavern-like rooms with soft furniture for sitting, talking, and lovemaking. Two lace-garbed skunkettes kissing and caressing one another looked up as Lliam and his wives entered. "Oh look," said the more long-haired one, whose lacy garments were a vibrant red, held together with white clasps and leaving only a few patches of fur to the imagination. "The women of A'alis have brought that mouse we've been promised."
Her lover, a bit thinner, of shorter hair, and only wearing a blue lace corset which pushed up her breasts to show off her nipples, which perched on its rim invitingly, looked Lliam up and down impassively. "Oh, he is quite nice," she said pleasantly.
In response, Ilka pulled off Lliam's robe, eliciting a delighted gasp. "Now flash the lights and let your lovers know we've come, Trish. Lliam's here for all of you."
The Skunkette in red sighed wistfully. "I'd call it a shame if I weren't so eager to share." Trish stood and sauntered up to Lliam. "Just a quick kiss before this turns into a crowd, okay?"
Lliam let her tongue enter his mouth, at first not responding, then sucking her tongue eagerly, running his own over it, letting his hands caress the soft fur on her back. Trish leaned into Lliam, grinding her hips against his confining underwear.
"Oh for heaven's sake," Millicent said. "Mira, would you be a dear and get the lights before your wife gets Lliam's first load all to herself?" The Skunkette in the blue corset giggled and hurried over to the back control closet and punched some keys. The lights dimmed to a dull red briefly, then went back up. Lliam heard giggles and thumps from the other rooms as the women of Sapphire became wise to their arrival.
Trish broke her kiss with Lliam for a moment to speak. "We'd better get you into the big room so you can be properly unveiled," she said, pulling back and snapping the elastic of his underwear.
Trish pulled Lliam by one arm into the next room, a large, circular room with a high dome ceiling and soft chair- and loveseat-shaped furniture radially arranged, facing the center, where a circular patch of the floor almost six meters in diameter was made up into a soft bed covered with large plush pillows and silken covers so sheer they could be readily seen through.
Perhaps twenty women of varying ages, from barely beyond the age of consent to nearing middle age had already seated themselves, about half of them naked, and the other a quarter to half clothed in translucent silks, stockings, and other lacey garments. Lliam did not bother to hide his salivation. He was going to be a lover to most of them tonight.
"Loook what IIiiiiii've gooooot," said Trish, laughing as she pulled Lliam onto the bed. The crowd, now grown to almost thirty, laughed back. Trish put a hand over Lliam's cock through the fabric, rubbing it. "Let's get these off you right now," she said, helping Lliam out of the undergarments at last. His cock, rigid as a pole, popped free. "Someone's ready," she said. "Let's see if we can make him even more ready, huh?"
Lliam whined involuntarily at the thought of being teased again, but Trish's hand around his pole was more than he'd got last night. "It will be a challenge," he said. Trish just held him to her as a pair of women, a bear and a badger Lliam's age (or perhaps even younger) moved to the nearest seat in front of the bed where Lliam sat in Trish's clutches. The badger, naked except for a white lace brassiere, tugged on her bear-lover's leash, which ended at a spiked collar.
"Lie down with your head near our guest's feet. We're going to show him how good you are at eating pussy." The bear eagerly complied, and soon her lover was lowering herself towards her eager tongue. "See how long it is," she said, holding her cunt open to better show off the tongue snaking into it. "See how... uhnh... slickly it lashes me?"
Lliam normally would have considered this terrible teasing, but the hand squeezing his cock and the tongue on his ear were far more than he'd got the previous night. He bucked a little at Trish's hand. "Ah ah," she cooed, moving her hands to hold his hips, leaving his raging hard-on unattended. "You've got a nice big load saved up and I'd hate to waste it on the floor here." Trish laid Lliam down on the soft bed, straddling his face. "If you are truly a man of A'alis--" before she could finish her sentence, Lliam had put both hands on her round rear end and plunged his face into her pussy, licking furiously. "Ohhhh," Trish moaned, "your tongue IS as starved as your cock..."
Lliam forgot all about his erection for Trish's slick, aromatic folds. He was dimly aware of her gasping, complimenting him, but all that mattered was quenching a thirst he'd been building up for what felt like an eternity. Her juices flowed freely, and Lliam found himself swallowing Trish's sweet cunny honey, the fur on his chin and face matting down as though he'd washed his face.
"Stella! Uliko! Ki," Trish called, Lliam only dimly aware names were being called. "You girls won the raffle so it's payout time. Let's get that first load out, hmm?" Lliam's frenzied slurping came to a sharp halt as his cock was suddenly besieged by tongues. Trish was sucking the tip of his shaft while Stella, Uliko and Ki, whoever they were, rasped their tongues over his balls and the lower half of his manhood. Lliam moaned blissfully into Trish's cunt, and was rewarded by her own moan on his rod.
The pleasure overwhelmed Lliam, and he lie back, hips grinding as the women of Sapphire put four tongues to work all for him. His glans was sucked, his shaft teased, his balls lolled gently around. His mind was a blur, his gasping incoherent. This. Was. IT...
"AAGH! AAAAGH!" Lliam cried out, his first shot of cum vanishing into Trish's puckered lips. Trish pulled away, letting the next blast hit her in the chin. The tongues on Lliam's shaft went into overdrive, lapping the dripping cum from him, and off the muzzles where it landed. Lliam's fists pounded the mattress, his gasps becoming labored, and the blasts ebbed to a trickle, a trickle sucked up eagerly by the women of Sapphire.
Lliam's gasps settled back into moans, then to deep, slow breaths.
"Thank you," he said softly.
Trish's striped muzzle, coated with saliva and cum, bumped into Lliam's own pussy-drenched nose. "We're only beginning to make use of you, man of A'alis." She laughed and kissed Lliam wetly, sharing a moan with Lliam for the flavor of their combined essences.
Lliam smiled back at her. "And I have only begun to work to please you." Lliam rolled over, pulling Trish beneath him. "I didn't feel a good, proper cum from you down there..." With this, Lliam had slid down to once again clap his muzzle over Trish's slit, this time drilling her with a focused ferocity. He wasn't out to taste her this time. He was going to make her cum. Lliam became aware of the many eyes on him. He tilted his head to the side, letting a few of the closer women get a good look at the way his tongue darted between Trish's folds, dove into her depths, and flicked her clit like a punching bag...
Lliam smiled. The badger from earlier had crept up onto the bed and was watching the show while she fingered herself. Her bear love was sitting behind her, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. A curvatious mare he hadn't noticed watched from a little further away, sitting cross-legged on the floor, one hand teasing her pussy while another pulled up a breast for her dexterous tongue to lick. Lliam tilted his head to the other side to see the other nearby spectators. He dove his tongue deep into Trish for a moment, deep enough to feel her clenching as she neared orgasm.
"Oh my god he's turning," said a voice as Lliam finally got his head over to see the women on his other side. He looked up to see a slender but surprisingly busty spotted catgirl watching him, crouching on hands and knees. "Oh he's looking straight into my eyes, Zeta! He's so beautiful with his chin all wet with her pussy-juice. His tongue's working her clit... Oh yyes like that... Oh god..." Lliam looked down between her hanging tits to see a furred head between her legs, lapping her cunny. Lliam turned his attention back to Trish's cunt. "Ohh.. ohh.. he's really licking her now... ohhh she's going to blow..."
Trish howled, Lliam flicking her clit with his tongue furiously, her hips bucking madly, her tits bouncing crazily. Lliam put both hands on her ass and pulled her in, holding her pussy to his mouth, forcing her over that second edge...
As Trish finished her howling, twisting climax, Lliam sat up, licking his soaked lips. "Okay," he said, "Who wants to be fucked?"
"KARA Does," said the Badger from behind him.
"Very well, Kara," Lliam began.
"No. SHE is Kara," said the Badger, pulling with mock seriousness on Kara's leash. "And she wants to be fucked. She's never had a man before, and she would like it to be you. Isn't that right, pet?" Kara nodded eagerly, looking back at Lliam lustfully. "Don't let the mute act fool you, man of A'alis. When we leave this place she'll have me chained to something inside an hour." Kara blushed in a way that made Lliam doubt her mistresses words.
"I.. would be honored, Kara," Lliam said to the bear.
"Her virgin knot fell to the toybox long ago, of course," added the Badger.
"I wouldn't have guessed otherwise," said Lliam, positioning himself before Kara, who had laid back to receive him missionary style. Wet already, she admitted him slickly and nearly effortlessly. Kara's breath became labored, but she did not moan.
"That's my little lesbian thespian," said her wife, stroking Kara's hair affectionately. "She's a real screamer at home. Go ahead and enjoy it, lover." Kara's wife kissed her upside down, even as Lliam continued thrusting into her. Kara put her hands up around Lliam's shoulders, running her hands over his muscular, if thin form, patting his pectorals with obvious pleasure at the novelty. Lliam took her legs wrapping around his rear as a sign her facade of submission was wearing thin, and kept right on thrusting, feeling her pussy grip him. Her labored gasps and stifled moans intensified. "Ohhh," said the Badger holding her leash, "that's right, darling... let it all out..." Kara's hips bucked more and more furiously, her jaw hanging wide open, her tits jiggling. A tiny moan escaped her lips. "Oh baby it makes me so goddamn horny when you moan like that," said the Badger. Apparently that was the last straw, and Kara threw her head back and howled, interrupting even the "daisy chain" of women Lliam had noticed was forming around the room. The four in the chain nearest to the pair looked up from eating cunny to see the Bear cum around the first cock she'd ever felt.
Kara hugged Lliam, gasping, for a few moments, then leaned in, and ever so quietly whispered into his ear:
"Thanks for a wonderful fuck, you dirty little slut of A'alis. One day I will get you on the end of this leash, even if I have to suck off and eat out every member of your family to do it." Lliam blushed involuntarily. Almost below the threshold of hearing, he swore he heard her giggle evilly. "And don't act like I said anything. It'd spoil the illusion."
Lliam watched with impressed amazement as Kara sat back, any wickedness in her voice replaced by that innocence he might have taken for reality, and smiled sweetly up at her pretend mistress.
"Did you like that, Kara my pet?" Kara nodded happily, hugging her wife.
"Was that really your first time with a man," asked Lliam, playing along. "You're very good." Kara waved a hand at him, blushing. Lliam wondered how she did that on command.
"PREEEEEEEEE-SENT!"
Lliam whipped his head around to see Mira, the skunk in the blue corset, standing behind the longest of the circularly-arranged couches, on which at least a dozen of the women of Sapphire were sitting, somewhat awkwardly, to make sure their cunts faced him. Not one was covered by anything more substantial than the very sheerest of panties.
"We have a betting pool," said Mira, thumbing one of her nipples idly, "as to how many orgasms we can get out of that magic tongue of yours in a row. The highest number was fourteen, so that's how many are lined up. Beat that number, and I'll fuck you."
Lliam grinned. Mira was as close to a strict Lesbian as they came.
"The minute your tongue is out of a pussy for more than twenty seconds, or if I see you slow down too much, the game's over. Now get on over here."
"I should warn you," Lliam said cockily, "I used to dive for oysters." Lliam was a little gratified that that got him a hearty laugh from the room. He kneeled before his first "customer," a slender mouse a bit older than him, although not as old as Magistrate Theresa or Julius. She smiled, and silently spread her white stocking-covered legs wide for him, exposing a sweet little sliver of velvet crescent. Lliam looked up from his work to admire her breasts, half concealed by the white vest she wore, although one nipple stuck out on the left side. She sighed and squirmed for only a few minutes before she gasped out a little orgasm.
"I'd give you another, sweet lips, but duty calls," said Lliam as he moved quickly to the next in line, the mare he'd seen earlier. She was naked except for a single garter worn on her left thigh. Her pouty labia were already musky from her earlier exertions, and Lliam dove eagerly in, his nose rubbing her clit as his tongue probed her cunny. Lliam ran his hands over her thighs, and the mare sighed appreciatively at his gentle touch. Lliam decided to take things into high gear; he had a lot of pussy to eat. His tongue weaved and twisted, slowly but erratically, and soon the mare's whole body was writhing as she was torn between trying to predict his next move and wanting to be surprised. Lliam couldn't help but grin when she gripped the cushion she was sitting on. He curled his tongue around her clit, pushing her over the edge in a gush of fresh moisture.
"That's two..."
Lliam barely glanced at the next in line before his mouth was upon her, licking the front of her sheer panties even as he pulled them aside to give him access to his next lover's sex. It barely registered that she was a lioness. He became aware that she was wearing a covering on her breasts, a brassiere of white lace. His hands went up and under it. "Ohhhh," he heard her say, "they do teach a boy how to eat pussy right these days..." Lliam kept licking, caressing his playmate's breasts tenderly. "Now... you pinch my nipples when I come, okay?" Lliam let a slow nod join his other motions as he licked her.
When the lioness came, Lliam's fingers tweaking her nipples through her bra, he scooted over to number four. Easy. Five. A little more work than so far but still going strong. Six. Seven. By ten his tongue was starting to get sore, but the wonderful blended aroma of the pussies of Sapphire compelled him on, relishing every drop of feminine honey.
"He's going to make it, you know," said Trish, grinning at her wife.
"He might, it's true. Suck him off for me, would you? Just to keep things interesting?"
"Mira, you evil bitch. I love you."
Lliam, having more than adequate hearing, was wise to them, but feigned a little gasp of surprise as Trish's head slid in between his thighs from behind, taking his firm but not truly hard member into her mouth. Lliam noticed the vixen he was lapping squirm especially hard at his gasp. So you like a little hot breath, he thought, well how about this? Delving his tongue deep into her cunt, Lliam tilted his head back and slowly exhaled hot air right onto the vixen's clit, setting her off finally in a fairly impressive orgasm. Lliam bucked his hips back, extracting himself from Kara's mouth and giving him enough wiggle room to waddle on his knees to the next customer. Eleven.
"Ooh, you, you TEASE," Trish said accusingly. Lliam only grinned into his next pussy. Millicent's pussy.
"Ohh little husband I missed that tongue. You're making us proud."
"Hmph."
"Oh now, what kind of wife and teacher would I be if I made it easy for you, hmm? One, Two, Four, Eight, Sixteen, Thirty-two..."
Lliam shook his head as Millicent counted binaries in an attempt to distract herself from his ministrations. Trish had found her way back to his cock again as well. No matter.
"One-ought twenty four... Two-ought forty eight... Ohh... Four-ought ninety-six..." Millicent's resolve weakened as Lliam's nimble fingers began stroking her breasts and teasing her nipples. "Eight... eight... ohghod... eight one-ninety two, no.. that's not.. not... right..." For a minute Millicent's counting was wholly forgotten as she squirmed beneath her husband's tongue. Lliam gave her clit a good final suck and Millicent was done for. Next--
"Aw, gods, et tu, Sylvia?" Lliam dove in, hoping to get Sylvia off in less than her usual time, which could be extensive, especially if she put her mind to it. The black-furred feline at least wasn't making any real *effort* not to come, though...
"Mmm, you're doing wonderfully to even be here at twelve. I'd have been number thirteen but the irony was just too much, hmm?" Sylvia sighed contentedly as Lliam's lappings continued. Again, Trish started sucking. Lliam decided to go with it. He let his hips sway in time with his licking, fucking Trish's mouth comfortably.
"Ohh, you know that would be really hot if you came in her mouth while you licked me," said Sylvia in dreamy approval, playing with her nipples and watching. Lliam licked and fucked. His tongue was really getting properly sore now but he thought he could hold out. Just a little longer... Lliam's hips were really bucking now; below, Trish tasted pre.
Lliam's lapping at Sylvia kicked into overdrive, meanwhile slowing his bucking at Trish's muzzle to a slow grind, delaying his own orgasm as long as he could stand it. "Fuck her, eat me," Sylvia began to chant, "fuck her, eat me, fuck her, eat me..." Lliam continued to comply, his breathing becoming raspy on Sylvia's cunny.
"Ohhhh!!" Lliam's tongue spasmed crazily over Sylvia's clit as his load gushed out into Trish's muzzle, setting Sylvia off in a dizzying climax. The room seemed to slosh a little as Lliam reared his head back just enough to clear Sylvia's knee and stuff his mouth into... Ilka?
"I haven't come yet today so maybe this'll be an easy one, hmm?"
"Eathy fer oo to thay," said Lliam, not even letting his tongue off her cunt to speak. Ilka watched her slender husband go to work with uncharacteristic serenity, strangely at peace in all the sweat and musk. Lliam looked up at her face and, dizzied by a long hour of shallow breathing into heavy pussy-drenched air, found himself marveling at the soft smile that looked down at him. He let his tongue slip lazily around in her, forgetting about making her come, forgetting about the contest. He felt her hand in his hair.
"Oh, you dear thing, my little husband. So strong for us. Told you you'd get to taste me today." Lliam's eyes closed, and his lips puckered over Ilka's cunny. She threw back her head and moaned luxuriantly.
"Okay, boyo," he heard Trish say, "one more..."
Lliam had gotten off his knees and climbed into Ilka's arms, kissing her full on the lips, the musk of a dozen other women shared between them a mere spice to the main event.
"You just forfeited, husband, how--"
"Ten seconds left, actually," said Trish, spreading her legs. "Five. Four,"
"Go," said Ilka, pushing Lliam away and down into Trish's lovely black-and-white framed cunny, "make us proud one more time."
Lliam dove in, his resolve renewed, now lying face down on the couch, huffing hot air into Trish, his tongue a lash. Revved up from the rare treat of a man's come, Trish didn't last long, and as she climaxed Lliam reared up and thrust his arms into the air in triumph.
"He's amazing," said Mirra, impressed. "And he just won a prize I certainly do not give out to just any man."
"Oh let me watch up close," said her wife happily.
"I would not dream of doing otherwise, my angel."
Lliam was returned to the bed, with a keen sense that he was being watched all around, and laid down gently by the two skunkettes.
"Now as I said I don't do this often," said Mirra, her hands moving over him with funny sense of detachment. "So be aware you're getting something pretty special, man of A'alis."
"I am most deeply honored, my lady," said Lliam, somewhere between blissfully exhausted and prideful. "I am proud to be taken by one so fair, and so... selective."
Mirra smiled, pulling at the tie in the back of her corset, her breasts giving in to gravity only a little; the corset had not been very tight. "I will start where my wife left off, I should think." Lliam sighed happily as his manhood was once again engulfed, this time in an almost awkward way as Mirra made extra effort to avoid biting him. "Hah, I don't do things like this very often at all.."
"Again, Mirra, I'm honored to be yours at all," said Lliam, dreamily. "Your inexperience in this arena is... oh... part of that honor."
Mirra suckled a little while longer, finding old instincts that didn't get aired out much. Lliam, all truly wanton need long drained, simply sighed and enjoyed the wet softness of Mirra's mouth. "Have you more seed for us, Lliam," Trish said cheerfully as she watched her wife's tongue curl around Lliam's cock.
"Oh yes, Trish, four runs at the least. But it will take a good deal more coaxing to get the rest of it out."
"Oh all right then," said Mirra, hitching a leg up over Lliam and guiding his member to the gateway to her sex. "Let's see what this mouse feels like, hmm?"
Lliam sighed contentedly as he felt Mirra's wet passage slip over him. Thoroughly relaxed, he admired Mirra's white-furred ass as it moved up and down with Mirra's grinding.
"One nice thing about the organic ones," said Mirra as she rode up and down, "they're always juust the right temperature."
Lliam heard Trish's voice somewhere on the other side of the skunkette riding his cock. "Mmm, I could watch that going in and out of your pussy all day, Mirra." Mirra gyrated her hips, causing Lliam to squirm with pleasure.
"Stays in place pretty well, too," Mirra added, chuckling. "Mm, but I could be riding anyone. If I'm going to do this I may as well do it right." Mirra twisted around until she was facing Lliam. "I should see your face, your manly features, kiss this chest of yours..." Mirra brushed her face along Lliam's chest, his cock still lodged in her cunt, her hips grinding away. Lliam put his arms around her, squeezing and caressing her back. "Heh, this is strange. All this stimulation and this male face looking at me. Very unusual, oh man of A'alis." At this they kissed, Lliam letting Mirra decide how deeply.
"Oh what a show," exclaimed Trish from her place just shy of Lliam and Mirra's coupling. "I HAVE to taste this..." Lliam's sigh as her tongue began painting the underside of his cock broke into a moan halfway. Not much longer now, he thought. Mirra's hips rocked, trying to get some of that heavenly tongue for herself.
"Oh I can't stand it anymore, Trish, get around here and lick my clit!" With this, Mirra straightened herself, Lliam still buried deep inside her, affording him a view of her lovely white-furred breasts as they swayed along with her grinding. Lliam watched with anticipation as Trish came around to lick Mirra's clit, her saliva dribbling down his already-wet cock. Trish straddled Lliam's face, giving him an exquisite view of her pussy as two of her fingers slicked slowly in and out. If his tongue had been in any more ready shape he'd have started lapping immediately, but instead he simply watched, bucked his hips comfortably, and finally...
"Oh god he's cumming!" Mirra thrashed, Lliam's cum dribbling out her pussy to be lapped up greedily by her wife. Lliam let himself gasp and squirm, enjoying his release. "Mmmm," Mirra said, still grinding at Lliam's softening member and Trish's tongue, "why don't we let him use those fingers to make me cum, hmm?"
"With pleasure, Mirra." Lliam sat comfortably behind Mirra on one of the couches and let his fingers go to work, teasing her lips and clit at first, then slowly easing in to her already extremely wet cunt.
In front of Lliam and Mirra in the main circle, Trish gathered Lliam's wives. "Let's show our beloved ones something nice, hmm?" Lliam and Mirra watched lustfully as their wives, Ilka, Millicent, Trish, and Sylvia all standing before them, rubbed up against one another, playing with each other's breasts, licking at each other's necks, and fondling one another's sex.
"Lovely, my wives," said Lliam, "simply lovely. I think Mirra likes it too." Mirra could only moan and grope her breasts as Lliam's nimble fingers prodded her g-spot while his other hand worked her clit. "In fact I think she's going to be especially grateful any... moment... now," said Lliam as Mirra finally tipped over the edge, her hips bucking against his hands.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, coming down off her climax, "I think I need to eat some pussy now..."
Lliam gave her a parting hug. "Oh of course, Mirra. But thank you for the gift."
"Earned every drop, mousie," she said pleasantly.
"Shall we see to her, husband," asked Millicent, grinning.
"Oh please DO," said Lliam, grinning as his erstwhile skunk lover was set upon by his wives. Ilka and Millicent lifted Mirra up and laid her gently onto the recessed bed, mere feet from Lliam's seat, giving him a wonderful view as his wives and Trish surrounded Mirra in gentle caressing hands. Lliam watched with growing arousal as Mirra's breasts were both licked over, Sylvia on her right, and Millicent on her left. Ilka slid her legs underneath Mirra's arms and lowered her cunny to meet Mirra's eager tongue.
Lliam would have begun to stroke himself at this point had a sexy Pantheress in a red negligee not beat him to it. "Hi," she said, silkily. "You just watch the show, pretty. Let me take care of this..." Lliam put an appreciative arm around her shoulders as her mouth enveloped him in warm wetness. Lliam let his hips grind away slowly as he watched the exquisite tableau of his wives pleasuring Mirra.
Lliam was given many more things to watch. The women of Sapphire made love before him, in twos, threes, and larger groups. Lliam watched his wives in turn bathed by no fewer than five tongues at once, each holding off release for breathtaking durations. All this time he never spent more than a few moments without his cock either slipping lazily in and out of an eager pussy or being suckled by a ready mouth. He lost count of his own orgasms somewhere around six, although surely there were at least two more than that... Spent many times over, he began apologizing to the lovely mare sucking him.
"Sorry there's... nothing left to give..."
"Oh hush," she said, releasing his spent member for a moment to speak, "do you know how hard it is to get a man so spent I can suck him soft? Do you know how rare it is that he can still speak when I do so?" With that, she kissed him deeply, enjoying the sex-saturated smells of his face, and went back to suckling.
By the time Lliam was released from the house of Sapphire, his wives had to carry him.