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Most "surprises" with the girls Ardanis knew involved large things squeezing inside him, so he had reason to be wary when Andrea invited him to come over, claiming she had some kind of present. It didn't help his suspicions when she came to the door naked and grinning, wagging her hard cock around for all the world to see, and took his wrist, telling him to close his eyes and follow. She had that smirk that she got when she thought she was being terribly clever, so he doubted it was something as simple as "open your mouth and close your eyes," but he kept his free paw on his pants, just in case something should... happen to them.

He stumbled a bit walking through the feline's rather expansive house, only to end up walking out into the backyard. "Alright," Andrea finally tittered, "open your eyes." The summer sun set him squinting a moment, adjusting to the light and taking in the landscape. To one side, her lawn was set up for badminton, as usual, and to the other, her pool was a tempting vision. Square in the center, a bit toward the back, however, was a new addition.

The frame was old-- white painted steel bars forming a rough doorway shape, bolted to the ground, with a hook at the top for hanging up a punching bag. Instead of a bag, however, a certain mousegirl, sweating and panting softly, stood tied in black vinyl cord. Her ankles were each tied to one side of the frame at the base, and her wrists were the same, a couple feet up. She was practically spread eagle, facing away from them, buck naked and slowly lashing her little whip of a tail around. Her skin glistened in the light with a thin misting of sweat, complementing her every curve, accenting the full swell of her ass with a subtly dimpled sheen.

"She's such a sucker for bondage play. But I didn't think it'd be right to keep her all to myself... So, I thought to myself, who would most enjoy a chance to use Ginger like the hot little slut she is?" Andrea grinned, paws on her hips. Ardanis could only stare, his pants tenting to match Andrea's standing pole.

Giving a heated sigh, Ginger slouched a little, leaning on her wrist bindings as her rear swung out, turning her head to see just who Andrea had concluded would most want to use her. Her eyes fluttered wide a hint at the sight of Ardanis, his own face slowly etching out a portrait of desire and smug hunger.

He smiled broadly, peeling off his shirt. "I owe you one, 'Drea. And her..." He drew a deep breath, unhooking his belt and popping the button on his shorts. "I owe her a whole lot." He was grinning now, and Ginger's lips curled just a hint in turn before her head turned away and fell again. The hungering feline stepped closer slowly, trailing unneeded garments until he was eyeing her along the side, leaning on one sturdy steel bar with a slow murr of approval.

From across the yard, she was a glowing totem of sexuality, and up close, he could see every bead of sweat, he could smell the familiar musk of her long-simmering arousal, he could hear her low, deep breaths whispering from her nose-- the sound of pumping blood thinly masked by the wish to appear at ease. Her rear twitched subtly now and again as her own arousal bobbed before her, a steady-dripping rod stabbing at the air from between her hips at the bottom of that smooth, taut belly. He took his time admiring her close up-- he knew it was torture for her, and she loved it. Her breathing was slowly deepening despite her attempts to restrain it, and her arms flexed and quivered subtly against her bonds. Her eyes flicked toward him while she pointedly faced away, trying to just glimpse him out the corner of his eye, to see if he was going to--

He smacked her ass, one sharp, sudden blow. A cry burst from her, surging and choking and swelling to almost a scream as she abruptly shot off, arcing mouse cream across the yard. Her cheeks burned brightly, her hips bucking at nothing, fucking an invisible hole as she shot off her last few spurts. He chuckled slowly. "I thought so..." Her eyes narrowed, but her cheeks only flared brighter as she drew a deep, shaky breath.

Another smack, and she bit down on a moan. The jiggling of that ass was positively hypnotic, especially the way that sheen of sunlight rippled and drew rapid circles on those fat cheeks as they settled. A low growl rolled from the feline as he gave that ass another smart slap, and another, in love with the sight of her perfect little butt rolling and bouncing under the blows. It certainly enhanced the effect that moans were starting to surge from her, tainting her every breath however much she tried to stifle them. The harder he spanked her, the louder they got, and the more violently that beautiful hunk of flesh bounced and wiggled. His spare paw wandered down between his own legs-- but he stopped himself, drawing a deep breath with a smirk. It was a wondrous sight, but he wanted to save every stroke for when he was inside her. Oh, yes... he would be inside her...

He growled, instead pressing his paw to her back. He bent her over, forcing her to swing on her bound wrists to stay balanced, half-hanging from them as her head went down and her ass up. Her cheeks spread gracefully, exposing her pretty little pucker to the sun. Below, her balls were only now starting to lower, shuddering and still tensing occasionally. He smirked, slipping a paw down to cup those orbs firmly. She jumped, shuddering as her sack tensed in his fingers, and a low moan seeped from her as he rubbed over those spent nuts. Her legs were held wide thanks to the bindings, and he easily reached past her sack to tease along the underside of her shaft, fingers wandering down to her heavy-hanging tip. She was already twitching with fresh life, and that rod slowly climbed away from his feathering fingers, leaving them slick with her spent juices.

"Hmmm..." He shifted closer, smirking as he brought those fingers to her rear. Her own spunk let him slide a finger firmly into her ass with little friction-- she gasped and seized tight, but he just worked through the pressure, squeezing in a second finger to get her nice and slick, twisting around her insides to wring a nice, heavy moan from her throat.

"Are you gonna get in, or just stand there kicking the tires?" Andrea popped up beside him, smirking and poking him in the side with her own arousal. He'd jerked a little, having forgotten the buxom feline in his fascination with Ginger's body, which was really a slip-up on his part-- his ass was exposed, and she had been wagging around that poker for a while now.

Forcing a loose chuckle, Ardanis gestured to the mousegirl's low-hanging head. "You're welcome to get a head start on me. I wanna savor this a little, is all." He shuffled around behind the mouse as though getting ready to poke her, though it was partly just to turn his ass away from that deep blue fuckstick. Andrea took the bait, though, smiling broadly as she stepped around to the other side, smiling down at the panting rodent. He milked a nice, throaty moan from her with a few deep, grinding thrusts of three buried fingers, and Andrea's arousal jumped eagerly in the mouse's face. A blue paw wrapped in Ginger's dark locks, and he could clearly hear the thick gurgles of a cock forcing its way right to the back of a hot little muzzle.

Masking his sigh of relief with a chuckle, Ardanis turned his attention back to Ginger, slowly drawing his fingers free to spread her ass with both paws. Her pucker stretched a hint, showing just a little pink. This ass... how many times had it swung in to pound the rod on the other side into his own tail end? Between her and Mina, he was probably fucked more often than some hookers, and they talked like he was one, besides. How many nights had he gone to sleep with his ass sore, if not still stuffed full of cock. But this once, Ginger was all his-- no turning around with a smirk and claiming him instead, no clever excuses about her "going first," it was just him... and her big, beautiful ass.

His tip fit snugly into the tiny gap of her tight-spread tailhole. She gave a preemptive flex, that ring of powerful muscle wringing and pushing at his very tip, eating up the thick bead of pre he'd pushed into that pucker. He felt it flex, and just as she started to ease, he leaned in, mouth falling open as his head slid into the midst of that tight ring. He managed to squeeze halfway in before she seized again reflexively, and for one sweet, agonizing moment, she crushed his cockhead brutally, unyielding to his thick, hungry throbs. A firm grind in, and his head popped past that vice of flesh, letting her seize and wring at his shaft as he poured precum into her ass, a low groan falling from his lips.

A tremble in his feet, shifting on the hot stone of the walk, slipped up his legs, his knees faltering before straightening suddenly, some peculiar energy creeping through him. It welled up his legs, and into his hips, and his teeth bared as he gave a fat throb. His paws tightened on that ass, and he drove in, splitting those cheeks down the middle around his raging, pulsating cock. He had her. His balls slapped to her taint, and he could only stare-- at the dual globes of that plump, perfectly rounded rear, now dented at the very bottom under the grind of his hips. Her pucker was a ring of thin-stretched skin, a crescent straining across the top of his shaft, and when he eased back, it dragged with him, clinging sluttily to his shaft, only reluctantly letting an inch of him slide free. He slammed in again, shoving the girl forward, savoring the feel, right down to his balls, and she surged into Andrea's loins, a thick gulp matching the sudden wave of pleasure crossing the blue feline's face. Her eyes hooded, and her own mouth hung open in an O, likely mirroring the girl grinding a nose into her crotch rather well.

A grin spread on Ardanis' face, cruel and charged with aching hunger. He was shoving in again, each draw a sliver of time lost between each deep, grinding thrust. His paws were hardening into claws on her hips, his arms the tethers he hauled against to throw his body in, to fuck that ass, to bury himself to the last eight of an inch inside her again and again, his entire body thrown into the delicious labor of using her. Every cell in his body was awake to the call, and screaming for more, and he-- he would fuck her until he collapsed, utterly used up, blacked out, over her desecrated body. A small cacophony of gurgles and gags rung out on the far side as he shoved her, strained her deep against Andrea's hips, steel bars creaking softly, the blue feline hardly having to give a push to watch the mousegirl eat her to the hilt time and again.

Her ass was a punishing hole-- used not too long ago, judging by the cream seeping up around him, but that was the only reason he wasn't searing his own skin off right now. He couldn't have stopped or slowed even if he'd wanted to. That tightness, the unrelenting pressure that struggled to repel or destroy him, was the most addictive kind of pleasure-- self-fulfilling, exponential, precarious. The harder he shoved in, the more intense and exquisite she felt, and the harder he got. And the harder he got, the more he pushed back-- making her seize to try to crush him, to gain just a hair of slack, and create scintillating new levels of cum-slicked friction-- which he only hungered to shove through all the harder. Yet at any moment, if his hips misaligned, if he faltered, it could be destruction-- a train thrown off the tracks, a bent dick. But he couldn't hesitate or slow for anything, not for injury or death itself, not if it meant one more stroke.

He didn't know when he'd came-- the realization was a single wave in an ocean, washing over him as he rocked with the storm. His balls were flexing, pumping still more cream into that hole, but he wasn't done. His lips drew back, teeth bared as his footclaws dug into the concrete, and he pounded in right through. When the orgasm washed past, he was hypersensitive-- enough for anyone to withdraw, before the sensation became too intense to be comfortable. But this was only another layer of obscene sensation, twining around his soul, gnawing at his nerve endings, engulfing his mind in every drug the brain can produce. His eyes watered, and his teeth grated, but it was just too damned good. He really was a train, waiting to be derailed-- building speed, pounding and pounding away harder with every second, burning everything to char until infinity or the bounds of reality came down to end it for him.

Andrea was moaning out, breasts heaving up, both her paws wrapped around the mousegirl's head. Her body was rocking to meet his pace as best she could, barely keeping up with shallow, twitching strokes to bury in that neck as the mouse's ass was tunneled out around that freight engine. Her brow rose, scrunching up in prayer or plea as she panted out, and her eyes fluttered shut as she finally stilled, letting him shove that sloppy mouth into her crotch as she peaked. He was barely aware as she dragged from that mouth, letting the mouse pant out, gasp for air, and unleash a wracked moan. When Andrea looked up, though-- her glance, uncertain, incredulous, concerned, just for an instant, threaded through his mind. He saw himself, mouth hanging open, sweating, panting raggedly as his body drove itself to the point of destruction through copulation.

It was-- the power. He couldn't begin to count how many times he'd had sex with Ginger. She had even let him mount her a handful of times, out of all of that. But in this moment, with her tied up, him free to use her however he pleased, something he'd swallowed down long ago had torn free. Every time she'd smirked and put a dick in his face, or cooed against his back as she spread his cheeks, he'd swallowed his wish-- the desire that would flare up in him at seeing her, every time, swallowed down. Maybe next time, he'd tell himself. I'll let her do it to me this time. But maybe next time. It had even been true, now and then, but once in twenty --fifty? more?-- times left a lot of unfulfilled wishes. A lot of desires unanswered. A lot of needs, ignored. One time hardly counts against fifty.

But now, he didn't have to stop at just one time. He could fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her some more, and she couldn't-- she couldn't stop him. He could fuck her all he wanted, and she was powerless... to... His pace faltered, and it all came crashing down. His face was planted in her back suddenly, his legs were seizing with cramps, and he was crumpled over her, panting out, breath scratching at his throat. Was that what he was doing? He didn't-- he wasn't that kind of guy. He...

"Mmmmhh..." A purr rose under him, "satisfied, kitty boy? Or just taking a break?" Ginger's voice was heavy, weighted down with the matching weights of sensuality and exhaustion. That ass gave a sudden, powerful squeeze around him, and he couldn't help but yelp.

"Done! I..." Ardanis swallowed. "I'm done." His cathood felt like it was on fire-- and that wrung the flames out searing afresh. Quivering, he pulled back, easing out of that ass with an awkward alternation between ginger care and worried haste, lest she squeeze down again. A low moan slipped from the mouse as he finally popped free, a fresh dribble of cream spilling from her hole to wander down her sack as that ring quickly seized shut. Ardanis collapsed to the pavement on his rear, his heavy breathing suddenly noisy in his ears. "Hff, hhff... are you alright?"

Craning her head about, Ginger smirked down at him under the dual eaves of her arm to one side and her hanging breast on the other. "That was a pretty intense ride, hun, but I've handled more." Her smirk darkened. "You know how Mina is..."

The feline managed an abashed chuckle, glancing away. He supposed that was true. Hard as he tried, he'd never be harder to take than Mina was when she got going. His gaze softened slowly as he eyed the shimmering waters of the pool. So... he hadn't... it wasn't really like he'd been... taking advantage of her. It was just some fun, and she loved being tied up anyway. Just an odd thought at the wrong time... He set back against one of the steel bars, letting his head fall back against it with a clonk. Probably a good thing, though-- if he'd gone much longer, he might have had to take lil Ardy to the hospital and put him in traction. He couldn't even bear to reach between his legs except to make sure it didn't touch anything. His eyes slipped shut. It had felt damn good, though.

Something odd tickled at his mind as he relaxed a few moments. He felt... kind of empty. Like something was missing. A dull sensation, flickering between loss and relief, finally resolved in his head-- he didn't feel that... resentment anymore. The desire and wishing and despair that had curdled up in his gut after years of being on the wrong side of relations with these women, it was... gone. Like a long-gathered pile of kindling, he'd burned through it all in one brilliant, fiery bout of passion and destruction, pushing every stroke he'd ever wished for into that ass. But-- he didn't feel different, exactly. He didn't feel like more of a man for finally being the one to put it in. He didn't feel accomplished, or avenged, or righteous. He just felt... unburdened. A little cleaner than before. He realized he was smiling-- just barely.

Maybe he'd been stupid to hold on to all of that-- like some great bill of debt he'd been keeping track of for ages. The more he thought about it, the sillier it seemed. Like a dumb habit he'd had when he was a kid. The girls didn't owe him anything. If he really didn't like it, he could've stopped hanging out with them, but somehow... that never quite happened. Hell, a lot of the time, he'd actually liked-- he frowned suddenly. Well. That was enough self-discovery for one day.

He glanced up. Andrea was still eyeing him a bit uncertainly, idly standing to one side, playing with her balls. Ginger was taking long breaths, eyes closed, a faint smile on her face. She seemed surprisingly relaxed, considering she was hanging bent over from her cord-wrapped wrists, and she was rock hard besides. Ardanis gave a rueful smirk, scrubbing at his hair. She'd been a pretty good sport about him going a little bit crazy...

"You, uh... need a little help with that?" He finally managed to speak up, and the mousegirl's eyes cracked open. He glanced at the hard poker hanging between her legs, and back at her, and she just gave a slow, almost serene smile. He answered with his own somewhat flustered smile as he hefted himself up to step round and get in front of her.

The pavement was spattered with pre juices, but it looked like she'd held on through all of that. Ardanis set down on his knees, ducking under her hanging breasts, though he let them brush over his ears as he passed. Of course, tied up with Andrea here, it wouldn't be surprising if she'd shot off a few rounds before he'd gotten here. A soft smile on his lips, he came eye to eye with the mouse's poker, drawing a deep breath and sighing softly. It certainly looked like it needed a little attention.

Reddened with over-engorgement, it was drooling all over itself, glistening in the glow of the off-white pavement. As he watched, a thick drop slowly dangled from the very tip and finally fell, leaving a string dwindling off the pecker before catching on the subtle breeze and disintegrating. He was still smiling, he found. Didn't look so bad. His paws spread on her thighs, and he leaned in, forehead nuzzling down her belly, to tenderly press his tongue to the head, giving it a warm pillow to rest on. He could feel it throb-- suddenly, and several times, before depositing a fresh gob of juice on his taste buds. The feline suppressed a slight shudder as he slid closer, knees scooting up the pavement to draw nice and close as his lips closed around that shaft.

Her breath drew deep and warm against his head, her belly swelling to stroke over his folded ears and mussed hair as he pressed to slide that superheated mouse dick down his tongue, lips tenderly pressed close around her. He had the feeling she was pretty sensitive by this point, if not already near bursting. Leaning into her middle to keep a smooth pace, he worked on and off that length in slow, easy strokes, dragging his lips over every inch that would fit till she was taking a little poke at his throat before drawing back again. Even that little touch seemed to get a jolt from her, and her hips jerked forward sometimes, but only a hairsbreadth. He let his eyes slip shut, finding it... rather peaceful, pleasuring the mouse without her grabbing hold of his head and shoving him down.

This was certainly a freedom he hadn't expected to enjoy-- with all the time in the world to suck on her, he found he didn't mind it so much. Maybe it was just how familiar her cock was grinding along his tongue, but he found himself exploring, turning his head and lashing around with his tongue, slurping over her flesh as he got her nice and slicked up with a frothy mixture of his saliva and her copious pre. She was pumping it out almost continuously now, and he just pushed each fresh wad down her shaft, lubing her up with it as his lips dragged along her under a tight suction. It... really wasn't too bad.

A sudden throb, and a quiver running through the hot body pressing to his head, belied some shift in her. Her breathing drew deep, and she let loose a low moan. He couldn't help but smile a little around her. Maybe he was actually getting pretty good at this. Hell, she might start letting him take his own pace with her if he impressed her now. He straightened, scooting up close against her to set to firmly bobbing along that twitching piece of meat-- when a high moan burst from her, and her hips drove forward, stabbing hot mouse meat right down his throat in an instant.

His eyes snapped wide, though he could see nothing but the smooth skin of her loins and sunlight to either side. He'd heard-- another voice, another moan. She drew, dragging from his throat-- and shoved in again, throbbing powerfully. There was a distant chuckle. "Still nice and tight, too! Not too sore?" Andrea purred over them, and with another growl, those hips mashed into his face, pushing a hungrily throbbing mouse dick just a little deeper down his neck.

Ginger's only answer, barely more than a sultry moan, was the word: "Harder..." A low, smoky giggle tickled at his ears as she was forcibly pulled from his throat and plunged home again, the athletic feline's thrusts just inches away throatfucking the boy underneath by proxy. His eyes snapped shut in a wince, swallowing reflexively around the mouse each time she punched down his neck, and his knees quivered, starting to shift to pull away-- but... He sighed. Or he would have, if his airway weren't blocked by a throbbing piece of meat. What was the point? Pull away this time, she'd just fuck his face that much harder next time.

He realized, quite suddenly, that he'd lapsed into that same quiet bitterness already. Accepting, but resenting her for it. What was the point of it, though? Sure, he'd been left sore more times than he could count, but that was true for any really vigorous sex romp. Sex was sex! It might not have been exactly the positions he wanted, but it-- it still felt good. Flesh to flesh, intermingling juices, that addictive electric tingle under his hide as he pushes his body to the limit... His eyes slipped shut, and he leaned up and in, letting that throbbing cock slide down his throat in rapid, jerky ruts. It was better than spending the day alone. Hell, it was better than just playing video games or sitting around chatting. His own paw pumped slowly over his rod, achingly sensitive yet hardening needily again. He was lucky to have so many friends that were so sexually open-- that he could spend every day locked in the most primal intimacy with the people he cared about.

He could feel his body softening, tension he'd been unaware of oozing from every muscle. This... was exactly where he wanted to be. He dragged a deep breath through his nose, the mousegirl's musk soaking into his brain as she fucked his neck, the two gorgeous shemales moaning out together over his head as they bucked together wildly, and he could feel Ginger's liquid arousal pouring into him, coating the inside of his neck. Out in the backyard, the sun warming their writhing bodies, the sweet breeze pulling the sweat from their hides, and the waters of the pool casting subtle, shimmering lights across their amassed forms. This was everything he wanted, right this moment.

Warmth bloomed in his neck, and she pulsed against his tongue, moaning out her ecstasy. It seemed to come so quickly, but he realized dimly that she had been fucking his face for quite some time. Andrea was crying out her own joyous climax, and Ardanis pumped quickly at himself, managing a meager splattering of juices across the concrete, he was so very spent.

Slumping back, Ardanis found himself in the grass, soft and a little tickly against his tingling hide. Andrea finally saw to the mousegirl's bindings, and Ardanis' eyes dimmed a moment before he realized they were calling to him-- they were going for a dip, waving him to join. He smiled slowly, hefting himself to his feet, the burn of his muscles and the rasp in his throat only speaking of the satisfaction of putting his body to good use.

The water was shockingly cold, even sitting in the sun all day, and he couldn't hold back an exhilarated laugh as he slid in to the shoulders in barely a breath. The girls frolicked in the water, splashing and giggling, but for the moment, Ardanis was content to hang at the edge, one arm over the side, just... floating. He was smiling like an idiot, he realized. A dip in a nice, cool pool after a mess of nice, hard rutting... It was hard not to be grateful for it all. He drew a deep breath.

The water rushed in pressing, noisy silence around his ears as he dipped down, pushing himself right to the bottom of the pool. Squinting upward, he made his targets and pushed off in that direction, arcing upward. Above water, the girls were blatantly competing to splash each other, each trying to make the bigger splash, twisting to shove at the waters with great sweeping motions-- when suddenly, paws emerged, Ginger and Andrea both yelping at finding one heavy, subtly floating breast scooped up in a greedy, groping paw. A second later, a head emerged, a smirking tomcat blinking the water out of his eyes. The two smirked over his head, and hugged in around him-- half-drowning him in cleavage, as swollen shafts pushed in at either side of him. Twenty fingers wandered his body as they giggled softly over him, plotting his doom in soft murmurs just over his ears, and he knew-- he was right where he belonged.