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Selina was used to capturing the public eye when she was out and about, but she wasn't always putting everything on display.

She had a variety of outfits, believing that a large part of life was dressing for the occasion: the comfort of yoga pants and a loose t-shirt were the perfect combination for class, a button-up blouse and a knee length skirt of black were perfect for those days that required more professionalism, and when the sun was out and shining overhead, a bikini of soft, familiar blue was just what the doctor ordered.

"What's the matter? Never seen a naked sunbather, before?"

When she was in heat, however, it didn't matter what the public eye demanded. The middle of the summer would turn even the lightest of heat cycles into something unbearable, but she didn't think it fair that her natural arousal should keep her away from the beach.

There was still a hint of blue about the cheetah, courtesy of the delicate highlights in her hair, but other than a smile and her natural spots, she wore nothing else to the beach, that day. She placed down a towel in the sand and planted an umbrella just above her to block out the frustrating, stubborn rays of the midday sun, and then...she waited.

Cradling her face into the crook of her crossed arms, Selina let her tummy rest against the beach towel, but few of the wandering eyes made it that far up her body. Most stopped at the curve in her rump and stayed there, finding that anything they could want to see was on display between the subtle gap in her thighs.

A lifted tail stayed out of the way, the slack of it resting across her hip and the tip landing in the sand, swishing granules about with unanswered sexual frustration.

Already leaking onto the towel...I don't think it's ever been this bad, Selina thought. I know I'd just be asking for trouble, but I'm about to give Zack a call if this doesn't go away!

She didn't have a place to store her cell phone; she'd carried it to the beach with her and left it settled on the towel, but Selina was doing everything she could to resist the temptation to go to the bottom of her little, digital black book.

The only thing that kept her from reaching out to her phone and dialing up the Doberman was the sudden impact of a volleyball against the sand, just behind her curled toes.

Sand kicked against her pawpads as the ball bounced, and on the second impact, she felt the ball bump against her shoulder and roll just a few inches away from her, still easily within reach.

"...Hello, opportunity," she whispered.

Selina had no idea that fortune was shining on her with such favor, but as she reached to the ball and gathered it to herself, she turned over and saw a trio of young men racing over from the volleyball net near the shoreline.

By the time they reached the edge of her towel, she was sitting upright, holding the volleyball between her legs in an obvious and enticing form of censorship.

"You know, it's been a while since I played a round of volleyball, but I'm pretty sure the point of the game is to keep it on the court," she greeted the boys with a tease. Her fingertips draped over the front end of the ball, rolling it back and forth with the silent possibility that it might slip from her grasp, revealing just how needy she was with a single mistake. "Not to hit people that are just trying to relax on the sidelines."

The ball could only cover so much: stark naked behind it, Selina left her breasts on full display, and the way she crossed her arms in front of herself to hold the ball pushed up the valley of her cleavage, inviting the boys to stare as much as they wanted.

Her grin was tiny to start, but it was spreading with greater satisfaction when she felt three sets of bewildered eyes roaming her body.

"It, uh...it was an accident?" the rabbit spoke up first, unsure how to break the ice with such an alluring, yet intimidating woman. "Like, we weren't trying to hit you or anything."

Selina would have been more frustrated by the lack of apology in the rabbit's voice, if she wasn't enjoying the sight of him so much. She was taken with the comforting caramel of his overcoat and the delightfully clean fluff of white upon his underbelly, but more unique than that were the matching, rounded patterns of green on the small of his back.

Whether she'd be trying to remember what they looked like when she was turned away from the rabbit, or whether she'd be grinding grains of sand into those marks as she rode him, she'd be delighted either way.

"Accidents do happen," Selina agreed. "But accident or not, your ball stirred me out of a restful sleep; I'm not really feeling inclined to give it back to you."

The boys had no idea whether she was lying or not: they hadn't seen Selina pushing her backside up into the air before the ball smacked her shoulder.

"But we can't finish the game if you don't," the otter stepped forward next, capturing Selina's attention with his bold attire, as much as his authoritative voice. "So unless you were planning on joining us..."

A banana hammock that carried almost the same color as its namesake was all that wrapped around the hips of the otter. Save for that, there wasn't a scrap of clothing on him, and through different layers of a darker brown overcoat and fading shades of tan and cream, natural athleticism was on full display.

Looks like he's an enduring one, Selina thought. You don't get a body like that from just sitting around...nice cut on his hips, too...not the kind you get from working out in the gym.

Imagining that the otter would be perfectly comfortable pounding her from behind, Selina expected the red fox to step up and state his case next, but he wasn't quite the bold spirit that his friends were.

Even when Selina trained her eyes upon and dipped a quick flash of her tongue over her lips, the vulpine stayed a half step back, visibly flustered by the possibility of how wonderful her flesh might feel , knowing how cute it already looked.

"I'd be happy to join the three of you, but I'm not really ready to get out on the court just yet," Selina explained. With perfect timing, she lifted the ball away, revealing the warm, enticing pout of her folds, glistening with an abundance of natural arousal. "I need a warmup, first: don't want to pull something, you know?"

Whether it was behind a speedo or a pair of board shorts, there was no hiding the immediate reaction of the trio. Their bodies answered for them, before they had a chance to even consider the ramifications of doing something so brazen in the middle of the beach.

To that point, no one else was calling out Selina for her nudist behavior, but answering her obvious call was a step further--one that the otter was eager to take--but his friends were still a little bit unsure.

"...You're serious, aren't you?" he stepped a little further forward, thinking that Selina was all talk.

She answered by tossing the ball away carelessly, and when the otter tried to turn and catch it, she grabbed his covered length through his speedo and tugged at the fabric, lowering it just enough to reveal the tip of his rapidly growing erection.

"Dead serious," she whispered. "By the way...you might wanna introduce yourself while you can still talk , big guy."

Trevor was sure that there had to be a pun to play with, but Selina in the mood for games. She was set to get right to action, capturing the length of the otter's cock and stroking it in the open, damning whatever consequences might befall them.

"Gonna take my breath away?" he asked, covering up his first moan behind a confident snicker. "Name's Trevor, then...the rabbit's Ipa, and the fox is Reese...and we're not gonna let you get away with interrupting our game like this."

"Reese? Like the candy?" she asked, winking at the fox again and beckoning him closer with her free paw. "But I bet you taste way better than a candy bar..."

Bashful as he could have been, Reese wasn't so timid to look the other way at such an enticing suggestion. He stepped right up beside Trevor and watched as Selina didn't wait for him to plant his feet or make himself comfortable: she went right for the kill, tugging down the front of his shorts and capturing the tip of his cock between her lips the moment it spilled over the waistline.

"You really gonna sit this one out, Ipa?" Trevor looked back over his shoulder for only a moment; Selina tugged hard at his shaft, turning his attention back to her in the very next breath. "I know she's only got two paws, but maybe you could do something freaky with her tail..."

That same appendage was thrashing at the sand with feline energy, a visible warning to anyone foolish enough to let their antics carry on, no matter how far they decided to go.

What Ipa noticed, however, wasn't something visible. Amid the wafting scents of fake coconut and baking sand, the rabbit's nose twitched, picking up something that he was just familiar enough with to know to avoid.

"You guys know she's in heat , right?" he asked. "You're gonna get in way over your heads if you aren't careful."

Selina didn't have a problem with her secret being revealed, but hearing it said out loud, she brought a prompt end to the foreplay, pushing her first two suitors away so she could stare the rabbit down.

"They're strapping, young men," Selina pointed out. "They can make their own decisions, can't they?"

Ipa was coming closer, knowing the consequences waiting for him if he decided to take Selina up on her offer, but he wasn't going to be the first in line.

Hearing that little tidbit of information, Trevor was shrugging his way out of his speedo as quickly as he could, shimmying the skimpy fabric right into the sand.

"Sure can," Trevor declared, locking eyes with the cheetah and taking the lead. He dropped right between her parted thighs, bracing himself against the thick, smooth flesh. "If you really think you can handle all three of us at once, you can make your own decisions, too."

"Sweetie..."

Her legs kicked up, her ankles wrapping around the small of Trevor's back. Toes curled around either side of his spine, and into the tender flesh, a series of claws scraped down, toward the top of his rump.

Selina was grinning wide, even before she watched Trevor struggling to contain a yelp. " Don't underestimate me," she carried her thought, glad to see that the otter was taking her seriously. "And don't you dare keep me waiting any longer..."

Just at the impact to the middle of his back, Trevor was pulled within a breath of Selina's crotch. He could feel the warmth pouring away from her womanhood, enticing the tip of his stiffened cock to come a little bit closer, but whether Trevor would abide the cheetah or not was up to his hips.

If he was being honest with the group, he barely had control over that part of his body anymore, but he tried to keep that confident expression about himself as he scooched forth on his knees, lining up his first thrust.

"I do love a demanding woman."

Selina giggled. "You say that now, but...we're just getting started, Trevor."

He thought that pressing the head of his cock against the nub of her clit and grinding against it might be enough to derail the feline.

He was certain that pulling his member down and working Selina's natural moisture back against her opening would force her to cry out with desperate need.

When the head of his length disappeared between her petals and eased into the first soaking inches of her passage, he locked eyes with the cheetah, stole his resolve, and waited for her to crack...only to accept that he wasn't sure of anything , anymore.

I thought heated bitches were supposed to be real noise makers, but she's just looking at me like she's gonna tear me apart if I slow down, he silently realized. Like I'm just an appetizer for her to nibble on...

He wasn't sure if he enjoyed that mindset or not, but there was no question that he loved the way her liquid desires coated the shaft of his cock as he eased it the rest of the way into her needy bodice.

"You think this is my first rodeo or something?"

Her question startled the otter, but even when he recoiled fast and pumped back in, doubling his efforts, the cheetah didn't give him anything more than a sensual display; she couldn't help her breasts swaying slightly when his hips crashed against her inner thighs.

"You. Get the fuck over here already."

Her clawtip was pointed at Reese, and as confident as she'd ever felt, Selina leaned back on her towel once more, keeping her legs wrapped around the back of her first suitor.

When the second stepped over her torso and came to a halt above her face, he could have gleaned what she was after, but some part of him was still waiting for the cheetah to give the order; a blend of respect for her consent and a continuing disbelief that he was really being offered such a grand opportunity kept him from dropping straight to his knees and driving the head of his cock into Selina's grinning lips.

"...You waiting for an invitation, or are you gonna shove your cock down my throat already?" she asked, cocking a brow at Reese to express her frustration...but lips were still curled in a wicked grin, only slightly softening the blow of her impatience. "You need me to spell it out for you? Maybe find an educational video?"

She wasn't being rude, as much as she was letting the intensity of her heat dictate the rest of her actions.

It was a rare opportunity indeed to have three potential suitors lined up in a row, and she didn't want to let it go to waste; she wasn't so far gone as to believe that they'd be able to get away with something so brazen for too much longer.

"Okay, okay...you've made your point," Reese did his best to shrug it off, letting Selina's words roll off his shoulders as easily as his board shorts slipped away from his hips. He kicked the garment aside as carelessly as he could, but Selina saw through his bravado from start to finish: she knew he was still a little nervous about what he was doing, even when his knees dropped to either side of her face.

She'd make him feel right at home, but she couldn't help the tiniest nip of his cock when his stiff, drooling member slapped against the front of her face.

"Try not to be so careless next time," she murmured, letting the vibrations of a deep, excited purr rattle against the underside of his shaft. "Do that, and I'll take even better care of you during round two."

Reese didn't have a chance to question her logic. He was forced, instead, to capture his lower lip in his fangs as Selina rolled her neck back and captured the tip of his vulpine flesh, kissing against it in a brief, sincere apology for her nip.

Genuine as her remorse was, it was all forgiven and forgotten when she adjusted her head, rolled her neck forth again, and swallowed half of the shaft into her maw with brilliant ease.

"H-holy fuck..."

He wanted to scream it from the top of his lungs, but Reese wasn't bold enough to draw that much more attention to him. The beachgoers gathered around their spot were too close to miss what was going on, but if he'd cried out with as much energy as he originally intended, there wouldn't have been a soul at the beach that could ignore it.

"Gonna let her get the better of you that easily, dude?" Trevor asked. "You've got her head pinned between your legs, and she's still the top?"

Tall talk for the guy that's already about to cum inside me, Selina thought, wishing that she could spit out Reese's cock just long enough to call the otter out. Not that you've got anything to be ashamed of, but you're lucky I've let you fuck me this long...

Penetrating a heated feline was a rare treat indeed, but to that point, Selina was only holding Trevor with her legs and letting him rut her body. His pace was picking up by the moment, and his sack was already sore from slapping against the feline's rump so many times, but all that while, he had the benefit of Selina focusing on her oral treat.

Bobbing her head so skillfully, she kept Reese from saying a word, but when she revealed just how much leverage she still held against Trevor, only Ipa was able to wear a knowing grin.

"...You close yet, Trevor?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Nah, I can...k-keep...going...what the f-fuck?"

His confidence drained from his voice and his hips faltered as Selina pumped herself back onto his length, but she wasn't content with a single buck. Her toes curled tighter, claws gripped his flesh like she was clinging to a pair of handles, and desperate hips threw themselves at Trevor, daring him to try and keep up with a sudden, breakneck change of pace.

"Didn't know she could m-move like that," Trevor groaned his way through the first minute, but even when he realized it was a fool's errand, he tried to match her pace, blow for blow: his paws grabbed under her thighs and lifted them just slightly, but a tight clutch of her soft, smooth flesh and a quick drag of his claws weren't enough to keep him in the fight. "She's f-fucking milking me, dude!"

Gritting his teeth and plunging himself deep, Trevor took the look of sexual frustration from Selina and ran with it. He wasn't ready for his fun to end, and on the other end, Selina felt like the sensual goddess that she knew herself to be, ready and willing to accept the first offering of her worshippers.

A streak of warm, slick cum spread across her insides as Trevor gave up with a stifled grunt. "No w-way...how the fuck is she doing that?" he asked, wishing he could see her face, thinking there might be an answer in her arrogant gaze. "And she's still going?!"

Ipa stepped up to the plate next, kicking the soft, salmon-colored trunks from his thighs and grabbing his erection by the base. "Warned you that she was in heat, dude. We're just lambs to the slaughter, right now...might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

For the first time since he fell between them, Trevor was free of the grip of Selina's legs. Exhausted by her efforts, he slumped back and sighed a long, contented breath, letting the final spurts of his seed pour across the slender valley of Selina's tummy.

Those streaks made a terrible mess of her fur, but so much more than that was pouring onto the spread of her beach towel as Trevor stumbled back and watched, eager to see if he would outlast either of his friends.

"Think you can spare a moment to clean me off?" Trevor asked, tapping Reese on the shoulder...only to find that his vulpine friend was bucking gently against Selina's face, thrusting his cock further and further into the welcoming heat of her muzzle. "...Or should I just wait my turn?"

Still dripping with a mingled glisten of her juices and his own cum, Trevor would have to wear the silky mess for a while longer, but Selina was eager for a taste...

...Once she finished taking care of her other suitors.

"Let Reese have his fun," Ipa teased. "Or let the girl have her fun with him, anyway..."

Pressing the head of his own cock against the parted, pouting folds of the cheetah, Ipa eased his way in, feeling the slick, plentiful mess of the act that took place before him...but he wasn't deterred by the presence of another man's essence.

If anything, it spurred a competitive spirit within the rabbit, prompting him to pay attention to the one thing that Trevor had overlooked.

Oh...you're really gonna try and make me cum first, huh? Selina thought. She suckled harder at Reese's cock: the fox was the lucky recipient of her muffled pleasures, as she bobbed her head that much faster against his already soaking flesh. Keep working that wrist, then...rub my clit until your fucking thumb falls off, bunny...

The moment Ipa was fully buried within the heated feline, she clamped her legs down around the small of his back, but she wasn't able to lock him in with the same authority she held before.

The presence of Ipa's thumb, swirling a wide, slow circle around the hood of her clit, proved the missing element to put him on what he thought was a level playing field with Selina; even with an advantage like that, the rabbit wasn't sure he'd be able to get the better of her, but he was going to have a wonderful time trying , either way.

"You still alive, Reese?" Ipa teased. "She's the one with a mouthful, but I haven't heard you say anything since you two got started!"

A pair of cocks were driving into the cheetah, but where one was just getting started, Reese was at the very end of his rope.

He'd swallow his tongue before he gave an honest cry of his pleasure, but Selina didn't need to hear him singing his praises to know that he was close. The flesh of his cock was already throbbing with a familiar, rapid pulse, and the rhythm of his vulpine flesh was completely broken.

By the time Selina felt the first gush of his seed spraying across the roof of her mouth, she'd already started swallowing in anticipation; she wouldn't waste such a pleasant, creamy treat in the middle of such an oppressively hot afternoon.

"Pretty sure I'm g-gonna get the cops called on us if I...open my mouth...a-again..."

That's the idea, Selina thought, her eyes narrowing at the fox in a silent demand. You think I want you to mind your manners? Tell me how great this feels, you asshole!

Swallowing faithfully around the tip until she could feel Reese quivering with proper exhaustion, Selina had plenty to keep herself busy with: even when Reese slumped to the side, his chest heaving with the recent bliss of his orgasm, Trevor was right there to take over, his length growing stiff against just at the sight of what the cheetah could do with her talented maw.

"Keep it quiet, then," Trevor suggested. "No reason our fun has to end just yet, right?"

Selina didn't need to demand his flesh. Opening her maw and revealing the messy, dripping strands of vulpine cum that still remained proved all the invitation Trevor required; she was eager to know the taste of her own flesh, still lingering on his cock.

"No way in hell we get to finish this without getting caught," Ipa groaned, finally reaching his stride and pounding into Selina with a downright impressive pace. "Would be my luck that the cops would show up...r-right as I start giving this bitch what she really needs..."

"You saying I didn't get the job done, Ipa?" Trevor asked.

"She's still trying to milk me," he countered. "I'm not saying anything, but...she s-sure is...fuck..."

The rabbit was already kneeling as far into the gap as he could, but some part of him was determined to get the better of Selina, such that he was happy to shift his posture and grab her by the thighs, lifting them; he was shocked that she allowed them to be folded back so easily, but he didn't dare to waste the opportunity.

Leaning his shoulders into the underside of her ankles, Ipa took to the new angle in a single thrust, plunging the full length of his cock into the soaking, welcoming depths of the heated feline.

"F-f-fucking finally ," his voice was strained, but the labored breaths that followed were more triumphant than desperate. "I felt that one, girl...you're finally getting close, aren't you?"

The weight of a warm, fluffy sack slapped against the very peak of Selina's backside, but just as she knew that ticklish weight, Ipa recoiled and hilted her a second time, taking up such a breakneck pace that Trevor had to brace himself against the sand just to keep his seat above Selina's face.

As much as she silently demanded the song of Reese's praises, she was glad to have Trevor's flesh in her mouth, just then: the first breath of her orgasm forced a long, muffled cry from her lungs, but only a thick attempt at a groan escaped her lips.

The rest of that sound only made it as far as pleasant vibrations, tickling their way up the inside of Trevor's thighs.

"Uhm...dude?"

Ipa looked up for a second, one eye winced in a vain attempt to resist Selina's internal clutches. "What now?"

"You did say she was in heat , right?"

Trevor's cum was still leaking back out of her body from the first round, right as Ipa's length pulsed within her.

"Sure did."

The arrogant grin of the rabbit was nothing short of intimidating, in that moment...but he wasn't letting anything get in the way of his pleasure.

A tensing sack urged swollen orbs to empty their entire yield inside of Selina--all while the cheetah gargled her way through a second blowjob--and a second load of seed, every bit as voluminous and virile as the first, soaked her inner walls and filled her body, until the fertile cheetah couldn't hold another drop inside.

Feeling his own cum leak back out and pour over the delicate fluff on his sack, Ipa was already looking forward to hearing if Selina's overzealous heat would bare the fruits of his labor...

...Or if they'd have to plan another day at the beach with his friends.