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Sarah looked down at Jane, feet spread, arms crossed over her chest, and one eyebrow cocked curiously. The lowering sun lit her orange and white fur with flame-like highlights. Jane, by contrast, was strew akimbo in the lush lawn at the tigress matron's feet, her insides still hot from Sarah's husband's seed. She had spent the last hour torn between panic and ecstasy. Mr. Keating's bizarre sense of humor had baited her into revealing her true "technique" for babysitting the girls of the Riverview suburb. When he had found out, Mr. Keating had found a way to turn the situation to. . .mutual advantage. Jane's backside ached and her body was still limp and warm from the satisfaction of a powerful orgasm. Now, she had regained consciousness just in time, it seemed, to go through the whole ordeal again with Mr. Keating's wife. She glanced over at Bill desperately. The huge tiger had resumed his reclining in a lawn chair on the patio, just a few feet away. He winked at her when he caught her gaze, but she didn't feel reassured. "She's been. . .educating the little girls she babysits." "Educating?" Sarah asked casually, apparently unaware of how dominant and intimidating her stance over the teenage doe was. It took her a moment to translate her husband's polite euphemism. "Ah," she said. "Well, that explains why she's so popular with the girls." "But we've come to an agreement. Well, first she came to one, then we both did!" Bill erupted in laughter until Sarah shot him a stern look over her shoulder. He quieted quickly but not completely. "Without me?" Sarah tsked, glowering jealously at her husband. She knelt over Jane, who was staying carefully quiet while the couple discussed her. Jane swallowed nervously as the woman reached out, seemingly for her throat. The fingers caught her shirt instead, claws scraping gently through the fur of her chest. She gasped as she was jerked forward, and found her gasp cut short by the older woman's tongue. The warm flesh rasped inside of Jane's mouth. The tigress was quite skilled, her tongue moving subtly, using her barbs to tease the tip of Jane's tongue. Her sharp teeth scraped over Jane's soft lips before she gently bit her, neither action enough to draw blood, but holding the threat there to tease her. Jane gasped again when the kiss broke, finally able to catch her breath. Above her, Sarah licked her own lips as if examining the taste of Jane's kiss. Her eyes raked over the teenager's body slowly, a hunger glinting there. She grinned. "Bill's a brute," she said apologetically, licking Jane's saliva off her lower lip. "I hope you didn't agree to anything prematurely." Jane sucked on her lower lip, feeling their rawness after being brushed by Sarah's sharp teeth and sandpaper tongue. "H-he said that if I would be your. . ." Jane blushed. She groped for the appropriate word, squirming under the woman's level gaze. "Playmate?" she finished, embarrassed. "That you'd still take me on as the girls' babysitter. And not tell anyone about the. . .the other stuff." Jane threw the last part in a little desperately. Mr. Keating hadn't actually said anything about keeping her secret. But if even one other parent in Riverview even suspected what was really going on, well. . .surely the Keatings understood her need for secrecy. "Really, Bill?" Sarah asked over her shoulder. "Bargaining away our kids' virginity for a new plaything? Yes, she's young. And delicious. But still!" Jane blushed hotly at Sarah's rough but flattering assessment. The foreboding knot returned to her stomach, too. If Mrs. Keating didn't approve, she was still ruined. Mr. Keating had the thick cigar back between his lips and was rolling it back and forth from one side of his muzzle to the other as he watched the woman and the girl on the lawn. "Now, now," he said warmly. "Have you seen the Tanas' kid lately? Apparently a little tongue lashing is what that cub really needed. Her grades are up, too, James said. So apparently this little doe's. . .technique is working. Besides, who do you want introducing our kids to this sort of thing? I mean, sure, Karen may have found a good egg with Jake. Maybe." Mr. Keating's eyes turned dark for a moment. Jane was surprised to realize the tiger still had his reservations about the boy. But then, she had gathered that he harbored a little favoritism for his eldest daughter, so he'd probably have reservations about any boy. "But how long before we worry about little Sammy getting knocked up in the back of a theater because she doesn't know any better?" Mr. Keating crossed his arms and considered his wife with raised eyebrows. Mrs. Keating narrowed her eyes. Obviously, she didn't like to concede any argument to her husband. Jane felt she teetered on the edge of ruin just for the sake of an alpha tigress not wanting to lose an argument to her equally alpha husband. "Not their virginities," she blurted out. Sarah turned back to her and raised an eyebrow. Rather than saying anything, she waited for an explanation. "That was part of the deal. Mr. Keating was very specific," Jane explained quickly. "Consensual fun, but no, um, 'cherry popping.'" Jane saw Mrs. Keating relax and allowed the knot in her stomach to untwist just a little. The tigress apparently had an easier time agreeing with Jane than with her husband. "I see," Sarah said slowly, her body lowering towards Jane's. She lowered her voice, so that Mr. Keating couldn't hear. "Oh little doe, you're going to enjoy this." Jane squeaked softly at the comment a moment before her mouth was filled by that teasing, raspy tongue again. The tongue took command inside her muzzle, stroking along the sides of her own tongue and teasing the tip with her barbs. It was simply a kiss, nothing more. Mrs. Keating hovered close but didn't actually touch the rest of her body. Yet the tigress was so skilled and dominant that Jane's body felt afire with need. She arched, trying to press her body to the woman, but the svelte feline inched away, teasing her. There was a soft, deep cough behind Mrs. Keating, and the tigress pulled her tongue quickly out of Jane's mouth. Jane was left with her mouth agape, panting slightly. Sarah's strong fingers wrapped around Jane's forearm as the doe heard the sound of the sliding glass door being pushed open. "Miss Jane?" came a familiar voice. "Mom?" "Karen, sweetie, you're supposed to be in your room," Mrs. Keating said, hauling Jane easily to her hooves. "Right reasons or not, you shouldn't be fighting in school." "That's right," Mr. Keating agreed. "Wait 'til school's out and they're not expecting it!" He rumbled with laughter. Sarah shot her husband a disapproving look. Karen, heedless of her parents' scolding, dashed out onto the lawn and threw her arms around Jane. Jane squeaked and laughed, hugging the girl tight. "Your father and I were just interviewing Jane and showing her around the place. She slipped in the grass," Sarah lied smoothly. "Interviewing her? Oh! Does this mean she gets to be my real babysitter? Like, all the time?!" Karen looked up, excited, between Jane and her mother, arms still clinging to the doe. "Yes, sweetie. In fact, I think we'll start this Saturday, if her calendar's open. . .?" Mrs. Keating looked at Jane questioningly. "Oh! Actually, I gave the Tanas Saturday. Could you do Friday instead?" "Giving your whole weekend over to babysitting? You must be saving up for something. Alright, Friday it is, then. Six o'clock?" Karen's "YAY!" drowned out Jane's agreement. Mrs. Keating took Karen by the shoulders and turned her toward the house. "Now, go back inside. You're still grounded, little miss!" The tall tigress smacked Karen squarely on the rump, ushering her back toward the house. "Bye Miss Jaaaane!" Karen said, waving excitedly. Bill slid the glass door closed in front of her with a thump and his wife turned around to face Jane again. "As for you, little doe. I want to see you here, tomorrow, right after school. The girls will be tied up until five thirty or so, and I want to have plenty of time to--how did Bill put it? 'Educate' you before then." The tigress grinned predatorily as her husband chuckled at her joke on the patio. Jane swallowed, feeling her blush rise, and nodded hastily. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered. Mrs. Keating made a soft, approving sound. Then she turned Jane by the shoulders just as she had Karen and gave her a sharp smack on the ass in the direction of the back gate. Jane couldn't suppress a yelp, seeing as how her ass was still tender from her introduction to Mr. Keating just a few minutes earlier. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling his cum dribble out of her, and hurried to the gate.

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The day couldn't pass quickly enough for her. She had a sheet of paper out and her book open, but her paper was blank and she was pretty sure her book was open to the wrong chapter. She wasn't paying close enough attention to be sure. She mused that three weeks ago, the lively young colt standing in for Mrs. Saunders would've commanded her attention. He was cute and the size of his cock was frequently discussed in the locker room, usually accompanied with dramatic hand gestures. But today, he looked weak. It wasn't his fault. But the thought that his hands and shoulders had never known real work was suddenly a turn-off for her. When it came to equine endowment, Kailee had that and the benefits of a soft, feminine body to go with it. The man before the class lecturing about a 30-60-90 triangle had nothing to offer her. At least not today, when her body was so stoked on lust that she couldn't concentrate. Her mind wouldn't stop playing scenarios of what might happen when she got to the Keatings' house. She couldn't stop imagining Mrs. Keating's barbed tongue and the way she had used it to effortlessly turn her on. Her mind had been torturing her like that all day. When Kailee had messaged her earlier, with a pic of the faun herm jerking off in a bathroom stall, Jane had excused herself to respond with a pic of herself doing the same. She hadn't bothered to tell Kailee about the other four times she'd done that today. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the moist crotch of her panties rub against her lips. She was glad she'd worn a skirt today. The crotch of a pair of jeans would've been soaked by second block. She found herself wondering if Mrs. Keating would like her clothed, the way her husband had. She'd been fully dressed when he'd fucked her. Probably because he knew she was embarrassed to be naked in the yard. He was more sensitive than his massive frame suggested. But, the big tiger had seemed to enjoy her being dressed, so it hadn't been just for her benefit. Maybe Mrs. Keating would be the opposite. She imagined the lean tigress commanding her to strip the moment the door was closed behind her. . . The bell rang and Jane yelped in surprise, jerked out of her daydream. She blushed when the sound drew looks from her classmates. Luckily, they were just as interested in escaping the building as she was, so it was quickly forgotten in the mad rush to the door. As she shouldered her way into the hallway, her phone buzzed. Kailee. She grinned a little. Her girlfriend was going to have to wait and wonder. Let the pretty faun feel a little of the lustful frustration that had plagued Jane all day. She texted her mom to let her know she wouldn't be home until dinner, then turned her phone off as she got to her bike.

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Jane glanced around self-consciously as she pushed her bike into the grass by the Keatings' driveway. She hesitated a moment, then decided to wheel her bike behind some bushes rather than just leaning up against the side of the house. She didn't feel like she wanted to explain what she was doing at the Keatings' house in the afternoon with the kids away. Plus, being sneaky added a little thrill to her anticipation, if it was even possible for her to be more aroused at this point. She lifted her hand to knock, but the door open before it. A hand shot out and grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her inside. The door shut firmly and Jane found herself pushed up against it with a solid thump. Before her eyes could adjust or she could manage to find a word of greeting, Sarah's mouth was on hers, hungry and seeking, her hand still gripping the front of Jane's polo. Jane moaned sweetly into the tigress's mouth as the woman pressed up against her. She raised her hands to clutch at Mrs. Keating's back, realizing with a start that the woman was completely nude. But the woman's assault on her senses was so complete and skillful she barely had time to consider the nudity. Sarah wasn't very tall, really only about Jane's height. But, like her eldest daughter, her lean frame hid powerful, wiry muscles. She kept Jane pinned to the door easily as her tongue assaulted the doe's mouth. The raspy surface explored Jane's muzzle more completely than she'd had time to the day before, but paid particular attention to the tip of Jane's tongue. The doe arched, shivering, each time the silky sandpaper teased her tonguetip. The sensation was foreign and deeply arousing. It sent a tingle down her that she felt in her belly and below. Mrs. Keating's right hand was on her collarbone, pressing her firmly into the door, fingers curled in her shirt. The left was moving quickly over Jane's body, tugging experimentally at her shirt, bra, and skirt. The hand pushed Jane's skirt between her legs, two appraising fingers pressing firmly against the lips of her cunny. Mrs. Keating made a low, approving sound into Jane's mouth as the doe pushed her hips into the curious fingers. Then there was a faint sound that made Jane's ears prick. The barest whisper of sound, but it struck Jane still and tense. Claws being unsheathed. She could feel the faint pricks on her chest and between her legs. Mrs. Keating pulled her tongue out of the doe's mouth, leaving her panting and tense. The tigress growled deeply at her. There was the slightest tug at the front of her shirt. Four gentle touches parted the fur of her chest, traveling effortlessly down between her breasts and down her stomach. Jane looked down, confused at the sensation. She stood nude now, or nearly. Her breasts and mound were exposed and ribbons of fabric dangled to the floor from the remains of her clothes. Her thong, a black lacy thing, was barely recognizable, and the rest of her clothes were ruined too. She looked up at Sarah incredulously. The tigress was grinning, triumphant. Jane only now noticed Bill standing in the living room, watching the two ladies with a broad smile and broader erection. "Better," Sarah purred approvingly, her hands stroking slowly over Jane's stomach and sides, then up to her shoulders to push off the remains of her bra and shirt, leaving the doe standing naked against the door. Panic stirred in Jane. How was she going to get home? That was one of her best bras! A half dozen other thoughts about the shredded remains of her clothes flitted past, but each one was harder to pay attention to as Mrs. Keating kept stroking her body, fingers just barely brushing her and the claws, only half-sheathed, parting her fur easily to tease her flesh. The fingers curled around the pert curve of her breast and down the smooth line of her inner thigh, making Jane's breath catch and her body arch. Her nipples and clitoris were turgid with arousal, aching to be touched, but Mrs. Keating conspicuously avoided all three. Mr. Keating stood up, heavy shaft bobbing in front of him with precum drooling from its tip. He stepped closer, grinning as he saw Jane's eyes staring at his cock. "By the way," he said softly as he closed the distance. "The safe word is 'marshmallows.'" His hand reached out and his muzzle parted. Jane lifted her muzzle instinctively, expecting the big man to cup her little head in his massive paw and kiss her forcefully the way his wife had. But Mrs. Keating's hand shot out, smacking the hand away. She turned toward Bill, her body pressed back against Jane's as she hissed, a low primal thing that Jane felt vibrate through the older woman's body and into hers. Mrs. Keating's hand was on her husbands chest, claws fully bared and pressing against the granite-like pectorals of the huge tiger. She growled again, her ass pressing back, grinding against Jane, as her long tail wrapped slowly, possessively, around the doe's upper thigh. Mr. Keating was massive. He filled the foyer with his bulk and easily dwarfed the two women at the door, but he looked cowed by the tigress's response. "Oh no you don't," she said, growling but grinning at the same time. "She's mine. You left me out. Now it's your turn. You can be a good boy and sit and watch. But. No. Touching." She emphasized the last words with a thump of her first on the huge tiger's chest. Mr. Keating frowned, then all but pouted. Sarah didn't give him a chance to protest. She turned, her body never out of contact with Jane's. It seemed like every movement of the woman's body was designed to increase Jane's arousal. It was working. "Come on, sweetie," Mrs. Keating said with half-lidded eyes. The fingers that had threatened her husband a moment ago now traced teasingly down Jane's arm, then gripped her wrist with the strength of an iron vise. "Ladies don't rut around in the grass like uncivilized barbarians," she explained, leading Jane down the hallway. Jane giggled, glancing demurely behind her as Mr. Keating followed them, pointedly keeping his distance. The Keatings' master bedroom was one of the largest rooms in the house, second only to the kitchen in size. Jane was a little startled at its appearance. Blackout curtains had been drawn against the afternoon sun and candles lit up the room in its absence. Incense burned in a decorative holder near the door. Jane inhaled instinctively. Vanilla and something else. Musk. It suddenly occurred to her that that particular scent wasn't coming from the incense. Mrs. Keating pulled her in a quick circle, dizzying her from the sudden movement, then pushed. The push appeared light, casual even, but again the tigress's economy of motion hid her strength. Jane fell backward onto the bed, then slid back a little ways as well. Satin. She shivered at the fabric's cool kiss against her fur. She swallowed nervously and then, almost unconsciously, inhaled the scent again. The room was thick with the smell of sex and recent fertility. The vanilla merely added a sweet underpinning to the primal aroma. The scent was addicting and her nostrils flared to take it in more, her lips slightly parted. Part of her mind insisted that she was naked, vulnerable, and spread nude at the whim of two powerful predators who stood over her now. But her mind was a distant second priority to the lust of her body. Mrs. Keating turned to face her husband as he entered the room. Jane's eyes traced the sleek lines of her back, the twirl of her long tail, and the intoxicating curves of the woman's ass. She had the vague notion that she hoped to look half as good after three kids as the tigress matron did. "Find a seat, darling," Sarah told Mr. Keating with deceptive sweetness. She stepped forward, her fingers curling underneath the shaft of the tiger's throbbing cock. She gripped the base tightly and Jane inhaled a sympathetic breath when she realized just how tight. The head of Mr. Keating's prick turned purple slowly. "And remember: No touching. Her, me, or yourself." She pulled her hand along Mr. Keating's shaft, her tight grip milking precum out of it, the thick stuff dripping over her knuckles and down the tiger's thighs. Bill glowered and opened his mouth to protest, but Sarah pushed him backwards into a worn leather reading chair. Jane doubted even the strong tigress could budge Mr. Keating if he didn't want to be budged, but he fell into the chair anyway, closing his mouth, his eyes stormy and his cock throbbing and needful. Mrs. Keating stood at the edge of the bed, hand on one hip and looking thoughtfully over Jane as the doe lay sprawled out on the bed before her. Jane felt exposed. The way Sarah's piercing eyes raked over her body, she had the distinct feeling that she would feel just as exposed if she were fully dressed. Mrs. Keating looked over her coolly, hungrily, then came forward on her hands and knees. Jane's eyes watched the sway of the tigress's small, perky breasts as she approached. Her body tensed, eager and excited to feel a tiger's raspy tongue on her cunny again, but the older woman didn't pause. Instead, Mrs. Keating stalked on all fours over Jane's body, her nipples barely brushing up Jane's thighs and stomach and breasts, the stiff flesh parting her fur and making her moan at the curious, feather light touch. The tigress moved without hesitation. It was clear she knew exactly what she wanted and intended to take it. Jane inhaled when the older woman stalked up to her shoulders and planted a knee to either side of Jane's head, having turned so her body faced Jane's feet. Jane didn't intend to hesitate but wasn't given the opportunity, regardless. Mrs. Keating pushed her hips down, pressing her womanhood against the teen's muzzle. Jane gasped softly, surprised, but moved quickly to satisfy the predator. She opened her muzzle wide, her whole body shivering as she got her first taste of the woman's sex. Her flavor, like her scent and everything else about her, was powerful. It was intoxicating and heady and she drove her tongue deep for a better taste, feeling a little tingle of pleasure as she heard the woman moan above her. Jane moved her hands up the woman's thighs to her ass, cupping it firmly, the thought of how impressive the mother's firmness was flitting through her mind again. She squeezed and thrust her tongue deep into the woman, curling the tip to draw out her nectar when she pulled it out again. Mrs. Keating began grinding slowly against Jane's muzzle, sweet moans escaping her lips along with firm, whispered words of encouragement or direction. "My clit," the woman whispered urgently, and Jane obeyed. She angled her muzzle slightly so that her lips could wrap around the stiff nub. She sucked firmly and angled her nose to press against the woman's inner labia. Mrs. Keating responded with a little squeak of pleasure, grinding down hard on Jane's nose so that her moisture ran in little rivulets down the babysitter's muzzle to stain her cheeks and drip into her hair, marking the girl's face with the powerful scent of her sex. Jane's own pussy ached for attention and her hips arched fruitlessly into the air, staining the sheets with the arousal that leaked out of her. As she suckled the woman's clitoris, lapping her broad tongue over the stiff flesh, she considered reaching down to diddle herself. Even as the thought invented itself, she heard the woman growl warningly above her, the sound so deep and primal that it vibrated against Jane's lips. She looked to the side and could just see Mr. Keating's contrite face over the curve of Mrs. Keating's calf. Jane decided she'd be best off waiting, despite how desperate she was for attention. Jane suckled firmly on the nub between her lips, taking brief breaks to thrust her tongue inside the woman's sweet pussy but returning to suckle before she could be reprimanded. Mrs. Keating moved in rhythm with Jane's alternating attention and groaned happily whenever the lips returned to her clit. Jane squeezed the firm ass above her head, feeling the tigress's muscles tensing as the woman arched until her shoulders pressed against the wall. Mrs. Keating's tail snaked down, tip teasing along Jane's shoulders then wiggling under the nape of the doe's neck. Like a python, the tail casually insinuated itself in one, then two circuits around Jane's neck. It squeezed slowly, not enough to make breathing difficult but just enough to remind Jane of who was in charge. Jane swallowed nervously at the quiet but effective assertion, but had little attention to spare for it. The woman above her was on the brink. With one of her other playmates, she would have slowed down, teased them at the edge or maybe even stopped entirely. But she was desperate to please Mrs. Keating, to show her obedience and skill. It shamed her a little, but the shame and realization did nothing to take the edge off her desperation. Jane squeezed the woman's ass tighter, sucked harder on her clit and stroked it rapidly with her tongue, even using her blunt cervine teeth to gingerly nibble its base. There was a solid thud as Mrs. Keating tensed, arching off the wall then thudding back against it with her shoulders as her hips began to buck against Jane's face. The woman cried out lustily, pressing her ass down into Jane's hands as she came. Jane was startled by the gush of fluid that squirted out of the woman. She was used to being greeted with girlcum when eating someone out. Nikki was a squirter and even she was under the right circumstances, but this flood was beyond what she was used to. Sticky, aromatic liquid coated her face as she kept her lips locked around the woman's twitching clitoris. The tail around Jane's neck tightened, choking her lightly. Between the snugness around her neck and Mrs. Keating's pussy grinding down on her nose, she found herself gasping for breath when she could manage it, but still her focus was on pleasing the twitching woman above her. She didn't relinquish the clit in her lips, even for breath, and bit it harder as her hands kneaded the woman's firm ass. The fluid stopped squirting onto her face and she felt Mrs. Keating's muscles relax slowly, but the tigress kept riding her face, hard and demanding, the tail tightening more just a tiny bit, as if daring the doe to stop. Trembling and breathless, Jane kept on and grew a little bolder. When she bit the clit captured in her lips, she bit it hard, followed by eager little licks from her broad tongue. As she squeezed the tigress's ass, her fingers creeped closer along the crevasse, brushing against the tailhole hidden there. Mrs. Keating's second orgasm came quickly and Jane guessed it was followed rapidly by a third and fourth, though it was hard to be sure if she drove the woman to multiples or just or one extended climax. Either way, the woman bucked on top of her face for what seemed like forever, especially in Jane's oxygen-deprived state. Cum squirted out of her for the first few seconds, but the twitching cunny soon ran dry. The room was eerily silent as the taut tigress kneeled, arched and tight as a bowstring, above Jane's face, not making a sound as she climaxed powerfully. Jane dutifully suckled and bit and used her tongue to tease the captive clit throughout the orgasm, her thumb pressed against Mrs. Keating's tailhole, rubbing firmly without slipping inside. The tail around her throat went lax as the tigress fell forward off of her face and Jane gulped desperately for air. With her face coated with the woman's cum, she couldn't see, but she could feel Sarah's body along hers, gasping for breath albeit with less desperation than Jane. She heard Mr. Keating stir in the leather chair. "Not yet," Mrs. Keating said, her voice wavery with her satisfaction but no less laced with steel than before. Bill muttered something, but the creaking of the leather stopped. Jane felt the tigress stir and was vaguely incredulous. Jane wouldn't have been able to move for minutes after cumming like that, assuming she managed to maintain consciousness in the first place. She arched her body as the woman positioned her body on all fours over her again. For once, Mrs. Keating didn't tease her by pulling away. She pressed her body right back and Jane moaned with pleasure as their two pairs of breasts, each no larger than a grapefruit, smooshed against each other, an electric shock making her shiver as their nipples briefly kissed. The contact was nearly as potent as an orgasm to Jane's lust-soaked body. Sarah purred deeply above her, pressing down warmly to satisfy Jane's need for contact. "I take it you've been using those cubs to learn a thing or two about eating a girl out," Mrs. Keating said with a throaty chuckle. "Too bad she wasn't born a feline," Mr. Keating added from the chair, chuckling thunderously. "Mmm, too bad indeed." A movement from Mrs. Keating prompted Jane to move her head, tilting her face upward. Without realizing she had been anticipating it, Jane whispered a little moan as the tigress's tongue began lapping at her face, Sarah drinking up her own cum from the doe's fur. Jane's mouth hung open, the feeling quite unlike anything she'd ever experienced as the matron bathed her face, from her lips to her forehead, even gingerly across her eyelids until Jane was a quivering mess, mewling with pleasure. Jane's eyes fluttered open when the tigress was done. The doe was panting, lips parted, and her body wouldn't lie still. She tried to settle herself down, but her body arched and squirmed of its own accord, pressing up against the strong form of the tigress above her and wriggling into the slick kiss of the satin sheets underneath her. She clenched her fingers in the sheets, trying to calm her breathing and be still as Mrs. Keating watched her appraisingly. "I take it little doe would like to cum," said Mrs. Keating slowly. Jane's ears pricked, swiveling. The soft words made her body ache, but the way they were whispered sounded almost like a threat. "Yes, god, please," Jane whispered hoarsely. Mrs. Keating didn't respond to the plea but simply kept watching her. Waiting, one eyebrow slightly cocked. Jane licked her lips as the silence dragged out. "Please," she said again, desperation making her voice crack a little as she strained to fill the tense silence. "I've been so horny all day, thinking of being here this afternoon. I couldn't pay attention in any of my classes and I spent half the day in the bathroom jilling off. I want so bad to cum for you, Mrs. Keating, please. I need to!" Jane heard both tigers chuckle slowly at her blurted admission of desperation. Her butt squirmed in the wet mess her lust had made of the sheets. The big cats were toying with her. She whimpered softly, not knowing if she would be able to stand it if they intended to use her for their own pleasure without getting her off. Her body was so needful it bordered on physical pain. She feared how Mrs. Keating would decide to punish her for touching herself, but it wouldn't be long before she couldn't stand not to any more. Then Mrs. Keating's muzzle lowered to hers, lips parted. The kiss was utterly unlike the one at the door, which had been demanding, teasing, and selfish. This one was sweet and slow and Jane's body arched upward as the tigress's mouth merged with hers, a soft suction drawing Jane's tongue into Sarah's muzzle. Mrs. Keating's hands started at her shoulders and stroked slowly down Jane's squirming body. The doe moaned into her mouth as her tongue was suckled and the smooth fingerpads circled her nipples, stroking them for a long moment before one of them continued downward. The hand trailed half-sheathed claws through the fur of her stomach, making her quiver and gasp through her nose. Then it turned and traveled further. It took barely more than a touch. Mrs. Keating slid two fingers inside of Jane's pussy easily, twisted her left nipple, and sucked firmly on her tongue at the same time. Any one of the three would probably have been enough to set her off. The carefully synchronized action triggered an even more potent orgasm Jane's hands slapped against Mrs. Keating's back as she clung to the woman, hips bucking fiercely as the fingers plunged rapidly in and out of her spasming cunt, which tried to clench down on the fingers like a vice. She was so wet that as tight as her muscles clamped down, the fingers still were able to slip in and out of her easily. Her squeals were caught and muffled by Mrs. Keating's muzzle as the wild bucking of her body was muted by the firm press of the tigress's sleek form. The room was filled with the wet sound of Sarah's fingers filling her tight snatch again and again. The woman's strong, prehensile tail coiled around Jane's upper thigh the same way it had gripped her neck, squeezing tightly. Sarah's other hand switched between Jane's breasts, giving her right nipple a sharp twist that set off her second orgasm before the first had completely finished. She whimpered into Sarah's muzzle helplessly. The sweet but commanding kiss was just as relentless as the tigress's hands. Jane's fingers dug into the woman's back as her hips rocked up into her unyielding body. The fingers inside her pushed deeper, curled upwards, knowing exactly where to seek a hidden bundle of nerves that triggered Jane's third orgasm. She would have thrown her head back into the pillows and screamed, but Mrs. Keating's teeth had her tongue. Her pussy clenched powerfully around the fingers that stayed inside her, pushing rhythmically against her g-spot. Her belly tightened and her muscles gripped tighter as she began to squirt. She felt the hot, thick liquid jet against Sarah's fingers and then dribble viscously down her lips and between her upraised ass cheeks. As her girlcum dribbled thickly across her asshole, she felt something foreign, something furry and thick. It prodded awkwardly for a moment then found purchase and began pushing. Sarah's tail, some distant part of her realized. Then it had thrust easily inside her asshole and thoughts were pushed away as she came again. Several inches of the tail pushed inside of her, taking advantage of her liberal amounts of arousal and cum to make entry easy. She lost track of her orgasms as the tail thrust inside her in counterpoint to the firm thrusts of Mrs. Keating's fingers against her g-spot. Her vision hazed and her hips bucked. She felt her pussy clench around the fingers, but she had squirted herself dry. Her body arched tautly off the bed into Mrs. Keating's firm body. Her fingers scraped at the woman's back and she tried to gasp out a word but the kiss was as unrelenting as the tail and fingers. She felt notch after notch of the tail's vertebra stretch her ass as it sunk deeper. Her hips gave a final spasmodic jerk, muscles clutching desperately at both fingers and tail that filled her. Another climax hit her with as much force as the first and it was too much. Jane felt full and warm and sated as her vision hazed again and she blacked out.

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Jane woke to the sensation of the coiled tail sliding slowly out of her ass. When the tip reached her anus, it curled into a hook to give a last playful tug as it popped out of her. Her eyes snapped open at the brief stretching sensation, her body shuddering and her cunny clenching briefly as a small orgasm chased the tail out of her. Mrs. Keating didn't pause to let Jane come back to her senses or recover from the sweet ache that suffused her body. The woman body moved with a fluid efficiency that Jane was jealous of, repositioning herself over the prone doe. Jane's lips parted, intending to ask for a rest or at least time enough to catch her breath. Then the touch of Mrs. Keating's labia against hers took her breath away. The woman had her heel in her iron grip and lifted her leg to slide her hips into place. The sensation was hot and wet with a silky quality similar to the satin sheets under her butt. "Sarah?" Mr. Keating asked from his chair. The leather creaked as he shifted his bulk anxiously. "Yes," his wife responded simply, grinding her hips down into Jane's, making the doe gasp. "Finally," the massive tiger said, the word more of a roar than a spoken word. Jane tensed, fear at Mr. Keating's massive size rekindling from the panic she had felt yesterday. She glanced up at Mrs. Keating, whose grin only broadened at the alarm that showed in the whites of Jane's eyes. "Hold on, little doe," was all the woman said, her voice husky with anticipation. She ground down again and her stiff clit nudged Jane's, coaxing it out of its hood. The distraction had its desired effect as a minor orgasm made Jane forget the threat of Mr. Keating's huge cock. The bed creaked under the strain of Mr. Keating's frame, and as Jane recovered from the brush of Sarah's clit against hers, the huge, furred steel cable that was Mr. Keating's powerful arm scooped her off of the bed. He held them both easily in his embrace, one of them along each arm. Jane blushed softly, her hips squirming as she alternately met Mrs. Keating's firm grind, then pressed her ass back into Mr. Keating's huge hand. Mrs. Keating's hand darted out, catching the back of her head and pulling her into the same hungry, dominating kiss she had greeted her with at the front door. The twist of Jane's body to accept the kiss while still scissoring with the woman was awkward, but being held in Mr. Keating's easy embrace made it possible. She felt the massive tiger's prick nudge her mons then slide down against her clit. He pushed his hips forward and his huge shaft insinuated itself between the two ladies' kissing cunnies. He rocked forward, separating her lips from Mrs. Keating's and making her whimper faintly. Rubbing against the side of his thick cock was nice, but a distant second to the press of Mrs. Keating's slick lips. Her complaint, however, was quickly punished by a sharp bite to her lower lip. She had to swallow a second soft whimper, and Mrs. Keating's tongue thrust back inside her mouth as she did. Jane felt the heavy weight of Mr. Keating's balls where her thigh was overlapped by Sarah's as the tiger pushed as far forward as the position allowed. When he drew back, Jane made a soft, strangled noise in her throat as the benefits of the arrangement became apparent. When Mr. Keating pulled his hips back, sliding his cock from between the two ladies' snatches, his barbs caught at her flesh and tugged. His barbs were thick, fleshy, and rigid with no sharpness to them at all, but there were dozens of them and they stroked her lips like a hundred tiny, grasping fingers and nudged her clit back and forth like a pachinko ball between them. When his hips were pulled back, the satiny kiss of Mrs. Keating's lips met hers again around the narrow tip of Bill's feline cock. It added a sweet satisfied fullness of touch to the end of the teasing barbs, a pair of perfectly contrasting and complementing sensations unlike anything in her admittedly limited experience. The new experience had distracted her from the faint taste of blood, and she vaguely realized that Sarah had bitten her again as punishment for her complaint. Jane belatedly remembered Mrs. Keating's suggestion and held on as she had been instructed. She wrapped one arm around Mr. Keating's neck, fingers twining into his ruff, while she circled Mrs. Keating with the other arm. Both tigers made soft sounds of approval and Jane suppressed a soft yelp as Mrs. Keating sucked the doe's tongue into her muzzle, surrounding it with her barbed tongue, which twisted in way Jane could scarcely believe. Mr. Keating shifted, his cock separating the two slick pussies again. Jane felt Mrs. Keating's hand slide down her back and grasp the ass cheek that wasn't covered by Bill's huge paw. The squeeze made the doe grind her hips eagerly, and her ears pricked when she heard Mr. Keating make a soft grunt of pleasure. Jane took Sarah's hint, grinding her hips against the massive shaft for the big male's enjoyment. When he slid back again, Jane bucked her hips involuntarily, as the combination of a raspy tongue dancing with hers, the dozens of barbs teasing her most sensitive flesh, and the paired hands squeezing her ass created an onslaught of pleasure she could barely tolerate. When her labia met Sarah's, she came quick and hard, surprising herself as girlcum squirted out once to coat Mrs. Keating's lips and the tip of the tiger's cock. It took all Jane's self control not to make a hundred little sounds, whimpers and groans and squeals that would have escaped her if not for Mrs. Keating's sharp teeth, which frequently brushed her lips or tongue as a thinly veiled reminder. Mr. Keating pushed his hips forward for a third time, and for the third time, a new sensation joined in to torture Jane's lust-crazed body. This time she felt not one but two fingertips pressing at her clenched tailhole, one massive and one slender. Before Mr. Keating had finished his stroke, both had forced their entry and were curling away from one another, stretching her taut anus in opposite directions. Jane couldn't restrain the squeak of surprise and pleasure and received another nip as punishment. When Mr. Keating pulled his cock back, the triumvirate of pleasures was now joined by the warm feeling of a stretched asshole that Jane had always craved, coupled with the new and foreign experience of two competing fingers exploring inside of her. Her body shook as she climaxed before Bill was halfway back from his stroke, and the orgasm heightened when her twitching cunny met Sarah's. Holding the two women tightly in his massive arms, Mr. Keating began pumping his cock between them more steadily. Jane's entire world became those new sensations, the rasp against her tongue in a feline's muzzle, the barbs that tugged at her most sensitive flesh, the fingers filling her ass like twin grasping tentacles, all followed by the sweet meeting of an orgasming pussy against hers. For Mrs. Keating hadn't lasted many more strokes than she, and they both desperately bucked their hips together as they came, trying in vain to meet around the massive cock and grinding wildly against the narrow tip when they could finally feel the other. Jane held on to both of them frantically, no other instinct controlling her than the desire to maintain the pleasure that suffused her. It wasn't the same as the intense onslaught that had made her pass out earlier, but a constant swell from peak to peak of her climaxes, triggered in turn by each of the sensations the couple submitted her to. She rode the highs of her orgasms like an addict, brain suffused with endorphins and body twitching and grinding now entirely out of conscious control. She never wanted it to end and for what felt like an infinity of tiny moments, it seemed like it never had to.

***

Jane came to slowly. She couldn't recall blacking out again. Waking up aching and satisfied on these satin sheets was getting to be a habit, and not one she ever wanted to kick. "See?" Mr. Keating was saying nearby. "Not out long. This little doe has some serious stamina." "We'll see," Mrs. Keating replied, playful skepticism in her voice. "I'm not done with her yet." "You're not done? How do you think I feel?" "Complain again and I'll put a cock ring on you before I let you fuck her," Mrs. Keating threatened casually. Jane heard a deep, mirthful chuckle and was surprised to realize it came from the tigress, who had apparently picked up a little of her husband's blue humor. Jane eventually opened her eyes. Mr. Keating was standing over her at the foot of the bed, his massive cock glistening with a combination of hers and Mrs. Keating's arousal and cum and his own thick, white precum. She couldn't see Mrs. Keating, but the tigress made her presence known by a deep purr right by her ear. Jane would have started at the sudden sound and the nearness of it, but her body was too warm and lax for such sudden movements. Mrs. Keating's tongue slid deep into her ear and the wet, raspy muscle took its time scraping from the inner ridges to the outermost tip, the doe moaning the whole way. "Just a little time before the girls get home. Big Bill has been so patient that I promised to let him blow his load in your ass again. And I want that tongue of yours to take a second round at my clit. Up for it?" Jane was incredulous at the question. The last time she had cum so often or so hard had been her first night with Nikki, and this afternoon seemed to have surpassed even that. Her rational mind doubted she could take anything more. But her rational mind was not in control at the moment, and she found herself nodding her consent. The movement from both of them was immediate, and Jane was a little flattered at how eager they were for her. She didn't have long to consider it though, as Mr. Keating took hold of her legs, able to encircle them with his enormous hands just below her knee. Her pulled her, sliding her easily across the satin until her tail poked over the edge of the bed. As soon as she came to a stop, Mrs. Keating was over her, her knee lifting over Jane's head to the other side so that her gorgeous, pink cunt lay spread just above the doe's nose. As the woman pushed down, making her labia kiss Jane's lips, Mr. Keating pushed forward to press the narrow tip of his huge cock to Jane's pucker. Their urgency made Jane fleetingly wonder exactly how little time Mrs. Keating had meant. Mr. Keating pushed forward then, and the stretching of her anus around that huge shaft drove any remaining thought out of her. She wanted to cry out, but silenced herself by wrapping her lips around Mrs. Keating's clit instead. She understood the woman's insistence on silence now. The couple had their ears peeled for telltale sounds from the front door. Jane lifted her hands, gripping the tigress's ass tightly. Earlier, she had put her hands there out of preference--few things felt better to her than the warm, firm curve of a woman's butt in her hands. But now it was out of necessity. Mr. Keating's firm thrust threatened to slide her back across the satin sheets and out from under the woman's legs. Her body quivered as he pushed deeper, his hands on her waist now, thumbs nearly meeting across her slender tummy. Her legs were lifted against his granite chest, hooves barely reaching his shoulders. Another thrust and he filled her, his balls swinging forward to bump her tail. Her eyes watered, but she focused on the warm flesh that her lips were wrapped around. She suckled as if it might give milk, and felt Sarah shudder above her and grind down so that her labia was spread by Jane's nose. Mrs. Keating leaned forward above her and she felt the press of the woman's breasts against her uplifted shins. The two kissed as one fucked her ass and the other fucked her face. Mr. Keating didn't give her the slow introduction to his barbs this time. He spent a few moments kissing his wife with his cock embedded deep inside Jane, presumably letting her reacquaint herself with his huge girth, then when he pulled out it was rapid and followed by a the solid smack of his thighs against her ass as he pounded back into her. Jane arched at the first stroke, the fleshy nodes on his cock intensifying the pleasure of her already substantial anal fetish. She bit down on Sarah's clit with her blunt teeth, feeling the woman arch in response. Mr. Keating's pace was brutal, driven by the press of time and his primal need to ejaculate after being denied for so long. The whole bed shook as he pounded the little doe, who orgasmed within moments of the first thrust. Jane did her best to focus on Mrs. Keating's clit, even as her own body arced sharply in the air and bucked hard against Mr. Keating's tree-like thighs. She sucked hard, teeth pressing down carefully but firmly against the hard little nub of flesh. Her tongue flicked at it and snuck to the left and right between her teeth to steal licks at the woman's labia. She tried to mimic what she had done for the woman earlier, rubbing the tailhole above her with her thumb, only this time it sunk in as Jane's body shook from the force of Mr. Keating's thrusts. Mrs. Keating bucked against her face and the muscles of her anus clenched tightly around Jane's thumb. She had squirted once, early, coating Jane's face, and now the doe could only feel the rapid, spasmodic clenching of her pussy against her upthrust nose. Her breath caught when she felt her taut anus stretched even wider around Mr. Keating's thickening shaft. Even as all three came, the only sound in the room was the frantic shaking of the bed and three matched sets of ragged panting. Mr. Keating didn't even grunt as his fingers pressed tightly into Jane's body, pulling her with a loud smack against his thighs. She could feel his balls lift up and compress against her tail as his cock surged to incredible thickness in the half second before his seed erupted into her. She clenched her eyes tightly, lips pursed as she held Mrs. Keating's clit in her mouth. She pushed her hips down on Bill's massive shaft, a new orgasm blossoming inside her, shaking her whole body. The heat of Mr. Keating's seed was incredible and her whole body shuddered as it filled her. She could feel the thick ropes of it spurting out of his narrow tip to fill her bowels. The enormous tiger's hips twitched and slammed against her ass in short thrusts again and again, continuing to fill her, the volume passing anything Jane had ever heard of. She felt Mrs. Keating clutch to her mate as her hips twitched. She came too and another short squirt of the woman's spunk dribbled down Jane's nose before the woman slid forward off her muzzle, sitting on her chest as her husband and the doe still came. Jane was spent a moment later, her tense body going lax and that now-familiar hazing of her vision threatening her consciousness. And still, Mr. Keating held her in his unyielding hands, his hips jerking forward an eighth and ninth time, accompanied by a copious jet of cum and the sound of his thighs smacking Jane's ass. Then, finally, the room was still except for desperate attempts to catch breath. Jane could feel the member inside her softening even as it was pulled out of her. Then her ears flicked preternaturally. A half-breath later, a latch rattled and was thrown. Jane wasn't sure she could move. Her body was suffuse with satiation like she'd never known before, and the heat that seeped into her from Mr. Keating's seed made her muscles even more sluggish. The Keatings, however, suffered no such lethargy. When Jane turned her head to look, Mrs. Keating had already responded to the sound by slipping into a jersey dress, the sort that was good for comfortably lounging about the house in and not much else. The steel of Mrs. Keating's grip encircled Jane's wrist, pulling her up despite the protestation of every muscle in the doe's body. Mr. Keating stuffed himself into a pair of boxer briefs before wrestling with a t-shirt. Keeping a hand on her wrist, Sarah slipped her other hand down to give Jane's ass a squeeze--one of the most effective ways to get the doe to perk up in such a state. The tigress leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Karen's room is the next door on the right. We'll grab their attention. Find something to wear and slip out the back." The words swam around Jane's endorphin-addled brain, slowly coming into focus. Finally, she pieced it together as Mr. Keating zipped up a casual pair of khakis. "Karen's?" she asked dubiously. The little tigress girl was practically half her size. The grin on Mrs. Keating's face, however, suggested that this was the precise reason she suggested--no, commanded--it. There was a pinch between the cheeks of her ass and Jane hissed in a breath to keep from yelping. Mrs. Keating grinned broader, then slipped out the door. Jane looked around helplessly. She had never felt so naked. Mr. Keating looked up at her with a goofy smile as he blew out more of the candles. With a sympathetic look on his face, he pulled out a pair of boxers from his dresser, offering them to her. Jane scowled and Mr. Keating shook as he chuckled silently, putting the boxers away. Jane could've sewn herself three whole outfits out of the big tiger's underpants. "Girls! You're late!" came Mrs. Keating's voice from the hallway. Late? Jane thought. Her cheeks flushed hot and dark as she thought of the girls arriving home even a few moments before they had. "God, mom," Jane heard Karen say. "This place reeks of sex! Can't you and dad control yourselves for one afternoon?" "Pizzapizzapizza! Moo-oom, can we have pizza for dinner?" Jane peeked out the bedroom door. The last exaltation came from the littlest tigress. Rachel, if she remembered right. The albino kitty who must be Sammy stood to one side, still looking embarrassed from Karen's accusations of their mother. Mr. Keating leaned down and gave Jane's shoulder a playful nip, making her shiver. "Get ready to dash, little doe," he said, before moving in front of her through the door. "No pizza. Your mother bought us some nice steaks last week that we haven't cooked yet. And Karen, you've never once heard your mother complain when she has to Febreze the couch after you and Jake have been 'watching a movie,' so I don't want to hear it, little kitty!" Jane slipped into the hallway as Mr. Keating was thundering with laughter. He was big enough that he easily shielded the naked little doe sneaking down the hall. She slipped into the room and closed the door with a soft sigh. She pressed her back to the door as she looked around the room. She couldn't help but smile to herself. Despite Karen's accusations of her parents, Jane knew just how much Karen enjoyed her own fun, and her room carried the scent of Febreze and young sex. Inhaling slowly, she couldn't detect a male musk, and guessed that Karen came in here to work out her frustrations when her parents didn't let Jake stay as late as the tigress wanted. The room itself was a mess. Legos and and plastic dragons and all manner of toys littered the left half of the room. Down the middle there was almost an invisible line where the mess shifted from toys to clothes. Apparently, Karen shared a room with her littlest sister, and still found enough time to scent the room with her needy musk. Both sides had their beds made, but that was the only thing remotely tidy about them. Jane tiptoed through the mess to the open drawers of the dresser on Karen's side. She picked out a t-shirt that was worn and stained with paint. Holding it up to her chest, she sighed. It took some scrambling to squeeze herself into it, and her entire belly was exposed once she did. She tugged it straight, trying to pull it down as far as she could manage. Her nipples pressed into the strained fabric, easily visible. She sighed and blushed. There was nothing for it. She picked another drawer to dig through. Jeans! Daisy dukes, low rider flares.... it seemed like all of Karen's bottoms were made of denim. No chance she'd squeeze into those. The skirts, either. Her ears pricked and swiveled. She thought she heard Karen say something from the dining room. Panic knotted her stomach as she heard Mrs. Keating's alarmed reply. Her fingers found spandex in the bottom drawer. She pulled out a pair of biking shorts. Guilt flashed through her. They were nice shorts. Name brand and expensive, she worried they would be missed. But she had found nothing else that would even remotely fit. Plus, they had been neatly folded in the back of a drawer--unlike pretty much everything else--so she hoped that at least they were little-used. It took some squeezing to wiggle her ass into the little things. When they were on, they compressed her thighs and nestled intimately into the crease of crotch. She blushed at the exhibitionist figure she must cut, with her pussy and nipples on easy display. But at least she was covered. She hurried to the window and slid it open. A screen protected the open window from insects and rain and Jane cursed under her breath. Her ears swiveled, pricked toward the door. Mrs. Keating had stalled her daughter, but Karen was still on her way. There was nothing for it. She pressed the heel of her hand to the edge of the screen and pushed. The screen popped out and fell to the ground outside. Jane held her breath, but luckily the lush, European grass that Mr. Keating was so pleased with cushioned the screen and kept it from making much noise. Jane wiggled herself out the window one leg at a time. She pulled the window closed from the outside and ducked under the edge of the sill just in time to hear the door open. She breathed a sigh of relief and dashed, crouched down, to the edge of the house and out of sight from the window, just in case Karen got suspicious and took a peek outside. Just as she reached the corner and tucked herself around it, she tensed as she heard Karen's voice. "Daa-aad! The screen fell out of my window again! This thing is a piece of crap!" Jane raised her eyebrows at that, covering her muzzle with her hand to suppress a giggle. Feeling only slightly less than nude, she walked around the house, being cautious of the windows. She was glad now that she had thought to stash her bike, since Karen would have been able to recognize it easily. She couldn't keep in a moan as she settled on the seat. Her ass ached sweetly and her cunny was still ultrasensitive from the multiples of orgasms she had experienced. As she tried to find a comfortable position, she could feel Mr. Keating's seed seeping slowly out of her. She blushed darkly at the thought of the big tiger's spunk soiling his daughter's shorts and started pedaling to take her mind off it. She glanced over the roof of the Keating home. The sky was darkening and between exhausted muscles and nethers that were hypersensitive from overstimuation, the ride home promised to take much longer than usual. She hoped she could avoid her mother and any questions about her change in wardrobe. All she wanted was sleep. After all, she had a long weekend of babysitting to rest up for.