{"sf1_id":787224,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Twins Take the Spot-light","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4510,"posted_at":"2014-11-24T15:39:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Cheetah","Desert","Feline","Fingering","Human","IRL","M/F","Twins","Vaginal","Zoophilia","big cat","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/787224-twins-take-the-spot-light","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/787224","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=787224\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#21 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"            Here's a story that didn't take\nplace in a zoo, nor a game park, nor in the wild. In fact, I'm sure you will\nnever guess until after I tell you, at which point it will be moot.\nOne of my classmates from high\nschool went on to be a geologist. He was a damn good one, and he made a ton of\nmoney working for the oil companies. At this time, there was exploration all\nover the world, but a lot of attention was centered on the Middle East. The\nplace wasn't the bed of dissention it is today and Americans were looked upon\nwith a kinder eye than they are in these modern times.\nWhat does this have to do with me?\nA good question and one I was getting to. I received an invitation to spend two\nweeks in Saudi Arabia while he was investigating the rock structure under one of\nthe areas being considered as a site for well. I figured it was as worthwhile a\ntrip as any, so I told him yes. We met at the airport and flew across the\nAtlantic, then across southern Europe until we landed in Riyadh. This wasn't\nthe first time I had been out of the country, but it was my first visit to the\nMiddle East and I was pretty excited.\n                Instead\nof staying at a hotel, it turns out we were staying at the palace of one of the\nlocal emirs, which was something I had not been told about in advance. Needless\nto say, the place took my breath away. Our host, whose name will remain\nwithheld out of deference to his hospitality, was a typical looking Arab, from\nhis brown skin to his choice of traditional desert garb. \n                It\nturns out that for the entire stay, my friend was going to be out in the field\nwhile I was expected to provide a certain amount of entertainment to our host.\nI wasn't much of a conversationalist, and worse yet, I only spoke English. But\nit turns out his English was perfect, almost too perfect, for he had gone to\nschool in England. \n                What I\ndidn't know was that my choice as a traveling companion had slightly more\nmeaning than just a random chance. Our host had his own menagerie, and one of\nhis sons was going to college to learn veterinary science. Since he wouldn't\ngraduate for a few more years, the sheik wanted some advice on his animals.\n                He had\nsome beautiful creatures in his collection, and overall they were in tip top\nshape. I could go into what all he had in his collection, but there is little\npoint. It was the two that weren't in\nthe collection that are the focus of my present story. Their names were Nahna\nand Settiah.\n                The\nfirst time I saw them I have to admit it startled me. Walking through the\nmarble lined corridors of this oasis in the desert, one doesn't expect to find\ntwo cheetahs walking them with you. I went into flight or fight mode, not\nknowing what the hell they were doing here. As it turns out, my host thought it\nwould be funny not to tell me about them and see how I would react.\n                They\nboth sauntered up to me and ran their heads under my sweaty palms. That was\nwhen I noticed the gold and diamond studded collars. Only a damn oil-rich Arab\nwould have these guys as pets! Once my heartbeat dropped down to normal, I\nfound them both to be adorable, friendly and very much attention-starved  divas. I doubt they had a lot of visitors,\nthough who could say? Maybe it was a great joke for him to scare the crap out\nof people.\n                They\nwalked with me until I made it to the dining area, where my host was sitting in\na chair reading the newspaper. \"Ahhh, I see you've met my babies.\"\n                \"Yes I\ndid. I know people keep cats, but these are the biggest ones I think I've ever\nseen. What sort of litter box do they use?\"\n                \"They\ngo where ever they like. I have a staff that cleans up after them.\"\n                I\nrolled my eyes. Money could buy you a lot of things, even someone's dignity.\n\"Where do they sleep? You certainly don't allow them to roam loose at night do\nyou?\"\n                \"Of\ncourse sahib, they come and go as they like. I have had them since they were\nvery small, and they have full run of the house.\"\n                \"I'm\nsurprised they don't get bored. These cats love to hunt.\"\n                \"And so\nthey do! I take them out into the desert every few days to hunt down antelope.\nThey are quite skilled at it.\"\n                I guess\nthat put me into my place. Anyone with the money to have cheetahs with gold and\ndiamond collars certainly had the time and money to go out into the local\ndesert and take them hunting. I watched them as they took spots on either side\nof him and lounged on the floor. \nI sat down and had a sumptuous\nbreakfast served me. All the while the cheetahs just stared at me with idle\ncuriosity. When I was done, my host asked if I wanted to see them hunt. What\nwas I going to say? \n\"Sure! I'd love to!\"\nWe climbed into a custom Range Rover\nwith the girls in the back, and tore over the sands to an area that had game\nsuch as the Arabian Oryx and the Goitered Gazelle. The former was a bit large\nfor just two cheetahs, but the smaller gazelle was just about perfect.\nWatching them in action was\nmarvelous. It's hard to imagine a land animal as fast as this, and their\nmaneuverability was extraordinary. \nLuckily for them they brought down a gazelle early on, for I knew that\nthey could easily overheat, and while the day wasn't particularly hot, it was\nstill sunny and in the desert.\nThe gazelle was strapped to the\nroof and taken back to the compound where the sheik lived and given to the cook\nfor preparation for the evening meal. The girls were set to wander the place as\nthey normally did, apparently feeling quite satisfied with themselves over\ntheir kill. As the day progressed, they seemed to be following me around. I\ndidn't know how to take that, as out in the desert they had taken no notice of\nme whatsoever.\nAt supper however, they sat on\neither side of my host, complete with plates of their own food. The wild game\nwas prepared flawlessly, and I had to chide myself for enjoying an animal would\nhave loved having in my zoo. Well, that and trying it out in a less deadly\nfashion too, but that goes without saying. I know some of you probably don't\nthink highly of things like antelope, but they have as much grace and beauty as\nthe cats that had hunted them.\nAfter supper and over a surprise\nbottle of cognac (Muslims aren't supposed to drink) my host and I discussed the\nbeautiful spotted animals. \n\"So Sahib, what do you think of my\nhouse cats?\" The grin on his face was huge.\n\"I think that they're remarkable. I\nhave a very friendly cat back at the zoo in the states, but she's a Snow\nLeopard. I didn't think that cheetahs would tame so easily.\"\n\"Easily? I don't know that I would\nsay they are completely tame my friend. They can be very friendly and, how do I\nsay this; very affectionate. \"\n\"I see that,\" noting how attached\nthey were to him.\nHe looked at me like he had more to\nsay, but he merely sighed and poured me some more alcohol. We sipped from our\nglasses and discussed things like oil and money and animals. He was keenly\ninterested in everything we had at our zoo, making mental notes for specimens\nthat might be able to handle the heat of the Arabian Peninsula.  We talked for hours until the sun was setting\nand it was time to hit the sack.\nMy room was a little miniature\npalace unto itself, complete with Persian rugs and draperies over the canopy\nbed. I had French doors that led to the outside, and with the advent of\nevening, it was perfect for letting in the cool breeze blowing off the desert.\nAs the stars began to show themselves, I stepped out into the cooling air and\nfelt a bit like Lawrence of Arabia as I looked out over the distant dunes.\nI was only mildly startled when the\npair of spotted beauties walked around the building and right up to me. They\ngreeted me as they had the first time, by rubbing their heads under my hand. I\nworked my fingers into their scalps, eliciting a pair of surprisingly loud\npurrs.  They stuck with me for a few\nminutes before turning and walking into my room.\nI wasn't expecting to be sharing my\nquarters, and definitely not with a pair of cheetahs.  Now perhaps you think I should have been\nmaking assumptions right then, but trust me, I was making none. I didn't know\nthese animals from Adam, so to speak. While they had proven to be rather tame\nso far, I knew that you never, ever took animal behavior for granted.\nI watched them stroll into the room\nand begin sniffing my stuff. My luggage likely smelled very intriguing for\nhaving been stored at the zoo. Malkia had even slept in it once, following the\nrule of it I fits I sits. So I think these girls were sniffing it and thinking\nwhat a whore I was.\nThe next moment they leaped onto my\nbed and spread out like they owned it. Heck, for all I knew they might very\nwell use this room when human guests were absent. I shook my head and stepped\nback into the room.\n\"Look you two, you may own this place\nwhen no one else is here, but tonight this is where I sleep.\"\nOne of them (I hadn't distinguished\nbetween them yet) yawned, showing a mouth full of teeth. She then started to\nlick her paw, moving up to her belly and then down to her crotch. As she did\nher privates, her rear leg jerked a little in time to her cleaning. When she\nstopped, she looked up and stared at me. I swear she was offering an\ninvitation.\nI then had to wonder if her owner utilized\nher in such a manner. Thinking back on it, he did sort of trail off on his\nexplanation of how \"friendly\" they were. I assessed her size, and figured her\nat weighing somewhere around 1a hundred and twenty pounds. I figured she might\nbe able to handle a human cock. The difficulty was; what if I was making a bad\nassumption?\nI guess I'd find out. I doubt too\nmany guests knew about this little quirk, but then maybe they did. Screwing a\nwoman was old hat to these guys with their harems and multiple wives. \nI undressed, noting that my every\nmovement was followed by both of them. The first one returned to licking\nherself, seemingly engrossed in the feeling. The other jumped down and curled\naround me, sniffing me as if I might have changed flavor between the outside\nand now. \nIt seemed pretty clear that they were\ninterested in something. So was I, I can tell you and it was growing more obvious\nby the second.  The one in front of me\ngave me a few licks that finished the job right up. I don't think I've ever\nbeen stiffer.\nI climbed up on the bed and the\ngirl up there rolled on her side. My heart was still racing, both from the\nexcitement of what I was attempting to do, and mirrored by the fear I was\nhaving if this matter went south. I took a finger and played with her a little,\nfinding her very wet from the recent licking. My finger probed between those\ntight furry lips and straight into a slice of pink, glistening heaven.  \nNot certain how to attempt this, as\nit seemed it was going to happen, I allowed her to remain on her side. I\nflipped her tail to the side and hoisted her rear up a little. I dropped on her\nand applied the head of my cock to her hole and pushed. She pulled her head up\nas I was pushing, but once I got halfway in, she dropped it back down and\nshifted on the sheets until she was comfortable.\nI propped myself up over her,\npulling myself forward until I was buried in to the hilt. She rumbled deep inside\nas I worked it in and out a little, testing the waters. She seemed quite\npleased by the whole thing. I hadn't felt anything like this in a little while\nand it reminded me why I loved the felines so much. They were so damn tight you\nwanted to scream!\nThe other one jumped up on the bed\nand sniffed my ass for a few seconds before dropping down beside her sister. I\nhoped she was simply waiting her turn, because there was no way I could hold\nmyself in this position and not support my weight with my hands.  But it got me thinking that this would be a\nlittle easier if she were at least on her paws, in a crouch position. \nI gently worked at her until she\nseemed to get the idea of what I wanted. She turned and got on her stomach, all\nwithout dislodging me. I moved to my knees and suddenly this was so much\nbetter. Having a free hand, I reached down and began diddling her sister, who\nwent into the convulsion of writhing until she was on her back. My finger poked\nin all the way as I curved it and rubbed away at her insides.\nMy other hand I had on the first\none's back, using it to hold me steady as I made headway into those narrow\nfeline depths. If you ever have a chance at doing a big cat, take it and damn\nthe risk. There is nothing quite like the sensation of having your cock in a\ncunt that is barely big enough to contain it. It's almost sinful, that feeling,\nas those tissues are wrapped around your cock like an undersized condom. \nHer sister was purring just from\nthe fingering I was giving her, and I had to chuckle to myself that this was\nthe very first time I had been tag teamed by animals. As it was, the one I was\npresently screwing was hunkered down on the bed and pushing against me with\nremarkable strength.  While the entire\nbed was moving under my enthusiastic motion, she herself remained locked into\nthe mattress with all her might.\nI kept this up just as we were for\na good ten minutes, but I could feel that my time was drawing to a close, so I\npulled my finger out of the one and gripped the other with both hands as I delivered\nthe coup de grace. I let loose on her with a finale of long, deep and yet\nremarkable fast thrusts that threatened to turn her cunt inside out.\nI blew out my balls in her, and I\nnever wanted the feeling to stop. I don't think she did either. I continued to\npound away on her for another five minutes until I just could keep stiff enough\nto stay inside. My only choice was either to stay pressed against her or risk\nslipping out. I stayed that way until nature dictated otherwise and I finally\nfell out. She jerked her head up and gave me a reproachful look. I didn't even\nknow felines could do that, but then again I had apparently never disappointed\none before, and of course, I had never owned a domestic cat. I hear that they\ngive such looks on a regular basis. \nI dropped to the bed, forcing\nmyself between them. They moved a little, giving me some room. That put me\nbetween two purring felines, and in no time flat, they had spooned themselves\nfront and back of me. I put my arm around the one, feeling her purring rumbling\nthrough her chest wall. She was one happy kitty from the sounds of it.\nI fell asleep for a few hours, only\nto awaken to the feeling of extreme warmth. While the breeze coming through the\nstill open door was pleasant, having two overly warm bodies hemming you in was\na little cloying. I got up, much to their chagrin, stepped out onto the patio\nand took a leak into the sand. I stood there for a moment feeling the breeze\nbefore returning to bed. They were both sitting up and staring at me.\nThe short rest had done me some\ngood, and thinking that I could tap the other was foremost in my mind. I\nclimbed in, watching as they both rolled onto their backs. I sat in between\nthem and rubbed their bellies, nearly finding myself laughing at how catlike\nthey were. \nDomestic cat smart ass; I'm well\naware they were cats.\nThe one that had not yet received my\nspecial treatment, the one presently on my right; her I started by fingering\nher again, to see if she was still in the mood. A little thing like a couple of\nhours and a little nap improved it, if it did anything at all. However, since\nthere were two of them, and they were presently in identical positions on\neither side of me, I opted to see if I could get them off digitally. \nNo, not \"digital\" as in electronics\nyou dolt, digit as in finger. I stuck my middle fingers into both of them and\nworked away. Trust me, I would have rather simply nailed the one who had thus\nfar missed out, but I have to say that this was pretty erotic. I was finger\nfucking them for all I was worth and they were totally into it. I could only\nwonder what their owner and master had taught them. This was nothing like\nnormal behavior for this species, not in any definition of the term I knew of.\nAfter working them over for maybe\nfive or six minutes, I decided that it was time to pounce on the predator\nagain. Having her on her back made for easy access, but it still had to contend\nwith those claws. Recall it you will that cheetahs are the only cats that don't\nhave retractable claws. \nMy solution? I grabbed my socks and\npulled them over her back legs. It wasn't perfect, but it had to help.\nI grabbed my cock and lined it up,\nand like her sister, I managed to get in without too much difficulty. This time\nI allowed the weight of my lower half to drive me in while I supported my\nweight on my hands. This kept me from crushing her with my full weight. After\nthat, it was pure bliss.\nTrue, I did have to deal with\nkicking legs, but the socks worked pretty well, even if they did give the outré\nsituation an air of the ridiculousness to it. This time around I really took my\ntime, plunging in deeply before pulling back. The rumbling from within her\nincreased until the whole room vibrated with it. Her sister meanwhile gave us a\ndirty look and slipped off the bed and onto the floor, where she curled up and\nwent to sleep.\nI eventually got brave enough to\ndrop down to my elbows, so that I was pressing firmly, yet lightly against her\nlithe form.  This position kept her legs\nspread so that her erratic kicking generally missed my skin. \nI really got into it this time\naround, for the first time I was still a little cautious. Now I was both\nrelaxed and excited. As it was, her tail was lashing away behind me while I\nplugged away on her hole. I soon had her body moving in time with mine as I slammed\naway on that tight little feline pussy. I eventually moved to simply pressing\nagainst her hole and driving my whole body against hers, wanting nothing more\nthan to be in as deeply as I could. And let me tell you, I was. \nI think I could have broken her\npelvis with the force of my thrusts. I doubt the old girl had ever been worked\nover to such an extent before in her life. If not for the fact that we were on a\nmattress, I think my energetic pounding might have left her limping by the time\nI was finished.  Despite a cheetah's\nweight, I think that my superior mass would have eventually done her in.\nTaking that into consideration I\nlifted up and sat erect on my knees. She was lying there limply, content I\nthink in allowing me to do what I wanted. I could have gone for that, but\nseeing as she was a willing partner, I wondered if I couldn't get things a\nlittle more interesting. To that end, I reached down and grabbed her shoulders\nand pulled her up to me.\nOne hundred and twenty ponds of limp\nfeline wasn't an easy thing to manhandle. She stiffened up when she figured out\nsomething was up. That helped as I hugged her close. She dropped her back legs\non either side of me and as her front legs contacted my shoulders she grabbed a\nhold. I winced a little as her claws dug into me, but I knew that I was going\nto be in for a little pain.\nShe dropped her head against my\nneck and nuzzled me. So far so good. I got my hands under her ass and used my\narms to lift and drop her in a nice slow rhythm.  It was right then that I decided I wanted to\nhave cheetahs for my zoo back home. I don't know what my host had done to get\nthese girls to be so social, but I knew I had to ask him come morning.\nHer purring just about broke my\neardrums it was so fierce. I nearly broke her backside with the intensity of my\nlove making. I was slamming that slender feline form over my cock like I had\nnever blow a wad in my life. It was a good thirty minutes later, and the sweat\nwas pouring off me like a waterfall as I let lose again. I actually let out a\ncry as my cum crashed through my urethra and was injected deep inside this wonderful\nfeline.\nAt the same time I overbalanced and\nfell forward. She didn't seem to mind one bit, thought our noise had awoken her\nsister, who jumped up to investigate the problem. Finding nothing wrong, she\ncurled up next to us and fell back asleep. I fell asleep to, for a little\nwhile, until my partner apparently felt we should disconnect. I pulled out and\ndropped to the side. We were all back asleep in the matter of a few minutes.\nIn the morning I was awakened by\nthem climbing off the bed and sauntering out the door. The sun was rising and I\nfigured I had better get washed up and presentable before breakfast. When I got\nto the dining room the girls were there ahead of me, sitting on either side of\nmy host. He smiled hugely. \"Good morning sahib. I hope you had a good night!\"\n\"It was memorable, if that's what you're\nasking. \"\n\"I see. I never know how my guests\nwill take to having a pair of cheetahs prowling the premises. Some of them find\nit disconcerting.\"\n\"I found their presence to be...refreshing.\"\nHis smile was huge. \"Good! Good!\nThey are very good girls, and they lack the things I tend to hate in typical\nfemales\"\nI was almost afraid to ask. \"And\nthat would be?\"\nHe smiled. \"They don't talk and\nthey take care of themselves, by and large. I don't have to do more than feed\nthem, and even then, they are more than capable of fending for themselves as\nyou have seen. And when it comes to bedtime, well, I think we will not discuss\nthat. Some things should remain private, don't you agree?\"\n\"I do indeed. But I must know; how\ndid you get them to be so...amiable?\"\nHe shrugged. \"I did nothing. I have\nraised them in my household, and they are as you see them. I never expected to\never share my bed with them, but for some reason they have quite the sexual appetites.\nI do not over extend myself, for I don't want to lose their favor.\"\nI cleared my throat. \"I don't think\nthat's possible. After last night, I don't think they have much in the way of\nlimits.\"\nHe raised his eyebrows. \"Is that so?\nThen perhaps you should tell me all about it. And for that matter, how you even\nfigured out that they were willing bed partners. Most men would have never\ngiven it a second thought.\"\nI sucked in a breath. \"Well, I'm\nnot sure I should tell you.\"\nHe laughed. \"Do as you wish my\nfriend. Allah must have great patience with us, for my brethren are known for\nembracing every from goats to camels.\"\nI had to wonder about the camels,\nconsidering they were pretty tall and they mated in the kush position. \"Are you\ntelling me that you wouldn't judge me for my previous experiences?\"\n\"On my word, I would not. I would\nbe most curious to know how a man of your education and position finds other\ncreatures to be in comparison to his fellow females.\"\nI sniggered. \"I can tell you about\nother animals, but not much about my own species.\"\n\"Then you are a man after my own\nheart. I think we will have much to talk about.\"\nAnd it turns out, we did. I have never\nbefore, nor ever after, had someone I could freely discuss my unique ways with.\nIt was a load off my mind to finally tell someone about my experiences. In the\nend, he was jealous of me I think. And me? I grew quite attached to those two\ngirls, and leaving was pretty tough. But I did, only a week later than I\nexpected. Turns out that the geology wasn't cooperating with my friend's investigation,\ndelaying his work. I suppose I could have flown back alone, but why would I? I\nhad no reason to rush back, even if it did put the zoo in a bind. After all, I\nhardly used my vacation as it was. I was thinking that maybe that should change\nin the future."}