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The wolf pup entered the cul-de-sac. His stride was even and his breathing only as fast to keep up his brisk pace. He felt relieved; he had finally figured out a way to keep himself from getting a hard-on on the way home. It was a simple trick, and quite frankly he was surprised it even worked.

He noticed, during his walk about the running track in gym class, that he had gotten a small rock in his shoe. He did not have time to take it out before he finished the walk, and the entire time he couldn't think of anything but how annoying it was. The overwhelming annoyance kept him distracted enough that he did not think about anything else except that he wanted to get home faster to make it stop.

Beneath the eaves of The Colonel's front porch, he reached down to pull off his shoes. The little stones dropped to the ground, and he put them in the outermost pocket of his backpack, just in case he could not, or forgot to, find some tomorrow. He also retrieved the key, and before too long he was welcomed by the blast of cool air as he opened the door.

A rare sight met him inside.

Colonel Cannon sat at the table. A bowl of cereal was set before him, and he ate at a slow pace. The old German Shepherd lifted his gaze as he saw the boy enter.

Justin paused, turning toward the old hound. He smiled, and set down his shoes and sloughed off his backpack. He shook his arms a bit. Good afternoon, Colonel, he greeted in sign.

The veteran returned the smile, and set down his spoon very carefully. His gestures were slow, but as articulate and precise as any. Good afternoon, Loup-tenant, he replied.

Justin had always been called that by him, even before he lost his hearing and spoke. The Colonel was always keen on word-play, and thought fondly of the boy; the name was given to him solely because the Colonel could not officially refer to him as a Lieutenant.

How was school today? Learn somethin' I hope.

I learned a lot today, now that we've all settled into our class routines.

Good boy. Your friends are upstairs, I'm sure they're waitin' for ya.

Justin did his best to remain as poker-faced as possible. Yeah, they're quiet now--never a good sign!

The Colonel laughed; a rhaspy laugh, as if he had ash in his throat.

Justin picked up his things and trudged up the stairs. Finally, in the safety of the second floor, he began to stiffen.

He entered his den of lust.

A wonderful sight met him inside.

The girls were in the midst of a game of Twister. Though they appeared to be playing innocently, their attire insinuated a different, much more sensual way of playing.

Brittany stood off the mat, apparently the spinner. She held the board up to her nude torso announcing the next color and body-part to use. She wore pastel-pink knee-high stockings that were a bit see-through, and a pair of scarlet-red panties that were a snug fit on her frame.

The other girls were contorted upon the mat.

Kailey was in a squat, her right palm, left foot, and right knee on the mat. She was angled slightly backward. She wore a pair of Justin's plain-white boxer-briefs, and an over-sized jersey tank-top. The right shoulder of the tank-top slipped down her right arm as she was leaning toward that side, and it showed off her right immature breast and pert nipple.

Lauren was at the fore-front of the group. She was wearing a blue-and-yellow tie-dye skirt that just barely kept her modest while she was doing front-splits.

Behind her, Ashly was still standing, her hands clasped behind her back. She wore one of her silk nightgowns, cream-pink in color and so form-fitting it left little to the imagination. The hem was currently keeping her modest, although her legs were split slightly and the gown was beginning to ride up her thighs. She shifted her weight, and the wrinkles changed sides.

Lexi wore a tight-fitting cotton shirt. It was colored green and had white trim. It was all she wore, and it only went down to just about her navel, which left her bare and free at the waist and legs until a pair of yellow ankle-socks covered her feet. She was caught--whether unfortunately or fortunately, to her--in the most revealing position. Her left side was flat upon the mat, facing toward the other girls. Her left elbow and knee were both on dots, and her right leg was angled slightly outward so that her heel was on the outermost dot.

It rendered her open and fully exposed to the wolf pup's hungry eyes.

"Hey there," Brittany greeted, the other girls following in suit.

"Hi girls," he said, licking his lips. "Should I let you finish?"

"That depends," the vixen said coyly. "Can you wait long enough for us to finish?"

He chuckled.

"It's okay if you can't," Ashly assured. "We were just killing time."

He grinned. "Hey, Lauren."

She straightened up in her posture.

"Come here." He said, pointing in front of him.

Her torso fell forward to her palms, and she changed from her splits to crawling on hands and knees, until she was in front of the wolf pup. "Y--yeah?"

"Stand up and show me what's under that cute little skirt," he said, squatting down.

She got to her feet, and her cheeks began to turn pink. She lifted the skirt, flashing the pup. His eyes and smile made her body tingle as he ogled her bare sex, which began to feel slippery at the join of her thighs. She parted her legs just a bit more.

"I see you decided not to wear undies."

"You got to see me in undies yesserday," she replied. "Lexi wore the dress with undies yesserday; I decided to wear a skirt without today." She pushed her pelvis forward and lifted the skirt up higher. "'Sides, you like lookin' at my cutie, right?"

"Mmhmm," he replied, and reached out. He clutched her skirt, digging his thumbs into the elastic at her waist. Her hands raised away as he shimmied it down her legs, and she stepped out of it when it reached her ankles. He tossed the skirt as far toward the side wall of the room as he could. "There, now I have you pretty and nakie, just how I want you."

"Y-y-you w-want me?" She asked, her stammer brought by a mix of embarrassment and the tingling about her lower-tummy.

"Oh yeah," he replied, pulling his shirt off and chucking it in the same manner he did her skirt. He stood up. "I want you to make me nakie and then show me how you like to play with your carrots."

She let out an impulsive nervous giggle, and then gasped, clasping her hands to her bare young chest. She shuddered looking at his covered groin. "You... r--really..."

"I want you to suck my dick, Laur," he stated bluntly, in an encouraging and patient way. He leaned down and kissed her scalp. "I know you want to, too. Now's your chance: you can suck on it all you want."

She breathed heavily, his words sending shivers of joy and bashfulness down her petite spine. Surely this was a dream! She was enticed into action when he stood back up, and patted the lump in his shorts. She licked her lips, her mouth so frustratingly dry all of a sudden. She reached for his waistband, and looked up at his face as she pulled his shorts down.

"What'ch'ya lookin' up here for?"

She looked at his briefs as she squatted down to pull the shorts to his ankles. She stood back up, and reached to the bulge in his underwear. Her little palm fondled it for a moment, and she leaned in to kiss and nuzzle. She twitched nervously when he chuckled.

"You're so cute," he teased, and then sent a surge to his loins. "It really turns me on."

Anxious to see his puphood, she started peeling his underwear down. He helped her get it off his ankles by lifting his foot. She tossed his clothes aside, but her effort sent them only a few feet. She was too mesmerized looking at his treasure to really chuck them.

It stuck straight up, right before her eyes. It twitched as she stared at it, as if pleading for her to draw nearer; to touch it, to fondle it, to kiss it, to suck it. She heeded the poor thing, stepping forward and drawing her muzzle near. She kissed it on its underside. It twitched again, like it was shivering. She licked it gently, and it flexed and surged. She exhaled with excitement.

"Oh, Laurie." He complimented. "You're just the right height, too." He said, widening his stance just a few inches to match his height better to her own. "Please? I've been dying to cum all day."

With her face burning, she heeded his plea, and began to swallow his length in her lips. She closed her eyes, feeling it engorge her mouth. She relaxed her throat, as she had for the carrots. His swollen puphood was much thicker, and much warmer than the vegetable; but they could be slightly longer.

"Nnnngh!" He vocalized, bending his knees weakly as she tenderly took his eager masculinity into her warm and moist muzzle. As his tip went further and further in, it became more snug and warm. Finally, she paused, and he felt his tip just barely touching her uvula. "Fuck... Laurie, your mouth feels so good," he praised.

She breathed through her nose, almost struggling. Between how full her muzzle was and how tingly and dizzy his words made her, her breath was becoming short and a bit difficult. But she started to calm down as she let him rest upon her tongue, and felt her salivary glands working their magic.

Over the next still moment, they patiently waited as her mouth acclimated to his penis. It became wetter, and her tongue began to move and gently and ticklishly lick the base of his shaft. He rested his hands upon her head, and she supportively held him up at his buttocks.

Then, abruptly, she swallowed.

A gasp got stuck in his throat. He tensed, a shock of pleasure ripping through his body straight from his ensnared girth. He braced himself, his groin widening about her muzzle as his knees bent just a little bit more.

She began to apply suction and pull away, until she held his tip in her lips and gently suckled him. All the while, she used his vocalizations as a guide to what he liked. And he was not one to be shy about telling her with grunts, gasps, and pelvic twitches.

The blessing of youth is that no act needed experience. Just as much pleasure was brought to the boy through the girl's experimental licking, suckling, and deep-throating as if both had had years of practice. All that mattered was that his aching puphood was soothed inside one of the girls, and that she was enjoying every moment just as much as he was.

Over just a few short minutes, his thighs began to burn and his knees began to quiver from strain rather than pleasure. What did him in was her slurping; the suction and lewd squelches of her saliva drenching his length sent flutters of pleasure all over his body as he felt them crackle over his flesh like static-electricity. At last he had to huff, and asked her to stop.

She mewed, but let him go. She winced when he toppled onto his rear and sprawled out on his back, his red and throbbing boyhood sticking straight up, saturated with her spit. She tasted his flavor on her tongue, bringing a warmth to her cheeks--and between her thighs. But it was mixed with dread, worry, and embarrassment.

"I--I'm s-sorry," she apologized. "D-did I do something wr-wrong?"

Justin sat up, panting slowly. "N--no, sweetie. C'mere," he held out his hands for her. When she hesitantly took them, he pulled her onto him, sandwiching his slavered dick between their tummies. He hugged her. "It feels wonderful," he complimented, giving her little kisses on her forehead. "I just couldn't stand it anymore," he chuckled.

In the midst of her nerves, she took a moment to realize his pun and started to giggle as well. "I'm... I'm glad you liked it." She replied, sheepishly.

He gave her a knowing grin. "You're talkin' like we're finished," he stated.

"Mmmm..." she whimpered nervously, not quite sure how to put her thoughts to words.

But he was intent on doing that for her. "Lie down on your back." He said, letting her go from the embrace. She rolled off of him, and timidly lied on her back right beside him, with her knees flat upon the carpet and her arms at her side. He got to his knees, looking her over. "Mmmm," he said, as if he was satisfied with a bite of food. "Good girl," he praised, resting his hand upon her pubic mound, more toward her navel. "I like the way you have your legs like that. It makes it easy to see your little cutie."

She let out a hot breath at his words, and the fur on her twitching tail went frizzy with glee.

"In fact," he said, rolling on top of her, thighs straddling her head so that his tip was hovering right over her face. He looked between them toward her, watching as her eyes went right to his glistening puphood. "I wanna do some cutie-exploring while you suck on my dick, okay?"

"Uh-huh," she agreed, her thighs quivering for the attention of his eyes as she reached up to pull his pelvis down, to wrap her lips about his girth once more.

He grunted and let out a whimper as she suckled and grazed her tongue over his tip, and then let out a sigh as she relaxed her mouth and began swallowing him once more. "Oh, Laur," he said with gratification, resting his chin upon her mound. "You make my dick so happy..."

The kitten shivered, his words making her tingly all over her chest, tummy, and especially her kittenhood. She spasmed as soon as she felt him give it attention, overwhelmed at the thought he wanted to play with her while she had him in her mouth.

He rested his hands upon her toned, dancer's thighs, young as she was. He had seen her do spins, twirls, and stand on one leg for what felt like minutes a time. Between the two sisters, she had the balance and grace. Her movements were precise, strong, and enchanting.

Even between her legs she had a sense of grace. Her petite petals were pressed together, the pink slit like a rose huddling in a sheet of snow. It was only when he used his thumbs to force the flower to bloom open, that the timidity of her appearance gave way.

She let out a muffled groan, reaching up to hold him at the small of his back as she vibrated his length within the depths of her throat.

Her intimate lips had a bit of a seal within them, brought upon by stale arousal. As they were spread apart, the seal broke with a slight peel of pressure. A spider-silk-thin thread of her feminine nectar crossed the warm, exposed flesh as it was laid bare to the pup's eyes, and broke as its tension became too great.

With her girlhood so exposed, the kitten began to suckle upon the puphood in earnest effort to soothe her nervousness. Her face went red and burned at the thought of how he was peeping into her most private of places--and it made her heart dance in her chest. She moaned, unable to suppress the way the thoughts made her flush with excitement.

The wolf pup marveled as he witnessed the other reactions. From the hole where his puphood had once ventured, a bead of clear liquid welled up for just a second or two before a twitch in her feminine muscles forced it to break and trickle out. It was followed by another, slightly larger, flow as her body relaxed.

Holding her outer labia spread, his fingertips touched the smooth flesh on both sides. The closest comparison he had to the texture was the inside of his cheek, and even that was abrasive compared to her delicate silkiness. As he explored her tenderness, her inner-thighs flexed and relaxed under his palms to particular touches. He became acutely aware, and worked to tease her, tickling the pink petals and pushing firmly as he rubbed in circles, pulling the inner labia apart just a little.

So entranced with his explorations, he nearly forgot the attention his puphood was getting. But when his muzzle dipped to kiss her clitoris, he was reminded all too clearly as his tip felt the vibrations in the back of her throat with her moans. He let out a gratified moan of his own, the way she pulled his hips down and her nose butted against his fuzzy pouch making him tingly all up and down.

He nearly gave in right then, but he held onto his orgasm. He wasn't done with her cutie just yet. From within her ripe pinkness, her girlish honey dribbled over the downy-furred-covered spot between her love-hole and her tail-hole. His thumbs released her outer-lips, only to then press more toward the center, and pry apart the gate to her inner-sanctum.

Tears began to trickle down the sides of her skull as her underdeveloped sex was stretched. It wasn't painful at all--at worst, it was a little uncomfortable. But it was her imagination and inability to see that made her shed tears of excitement and pleasure. If she were dancing alone on stage with the spot-light upon her, in front of a stadium of an audience all watching her; the amount of nervousness and excitement wouldn't compare to how she felt now, with just this one boy peeping at a part of her body she hardly thought twice about before.

Her heart fluttered as she felt something cold press into her stretched intimacy. She let out a delighted spasm, for a split-second thinking it was his penis before recalling where that particular part of him really was. Then, she tensed as she felt the cold rush of air that tickled her silkiness. Her ear twitched as she heard the sound that accompanied the tickling air, lasting for a few seconds. His warm dick swelled for a second, and began twitching rapidly and lightly within her throat.

"You smell pretty," he complimented.

She squirmed a little as the air tickled her again. She realized what he was doing--sniffing her. Inhaling her feminine perfume as one would a real flower. He did this a few times, and each time his dick surged and quivered within her muzzle. She slid back and nervously suckled about his tip.

The act soothed her, and embarrassed her at the same time. She had had the habit of sucking on her thumb up until pre-school, where the kids made fun of her and called her a little baby. She felt ashamed at the memories, which made her flex her fingers on his hips and suckle him all-the-more fervently.

"Hey, hey, hey," he cooed, noticing her desperation. "You'll get your milk, little kitty, I promise," he kissed her thigh. "Can I just poke around inside a little, first?"

Her pace slowed, his voice and kisses calming her down. She was silent for a few seconds after he asked the question, and then it registered. "Mmmhmm," she said, making sure her lips vibrated as much as she could make them.

He let out a gratified exhale, his eyes crossing. As soon as he focused again, he went to work. With one hand, he spread her slippery folds with care, so as not to over-stretch them. The lower hole openly leaked with her arousal, as if she were preparing for him. He gently prodded her girlhood with his fingertip, smearing the juices around a bit. Then, without warning because of his eagerness, he slipped his finger inside.

As she felt the digit slid in her, stretching the flesh at the entrance outward in the most gratifying way, she swallowed his cock into her throat, consciously matching his motions. To her delight, it drew a gasp from him.

He watched as he gently pulled his finger outward, watching the way her tunnel pulled with it gently; at the same time, she slid toward the tip of his cock. Emboldened, he thrust his finger into her a little more aggressively, watching as her whole body squeezed about his digit. When she swallowed him, she emitted a whimper. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

She nuzzled his thigh to let him know she was okay.

"Girls are so warm inside," he commented. "All soft 'n squishy," he probed his fingertip against her walls, hooking it and rapidly stroking toward her entrance in a come-hither motion against the ceiling of her passage. He adored how it made her squirm. He pulled his finger free, "And all wet and slippery," he chuckled, rubbing her dew upon her thigh. He groaned, resting his cheek upon her mound. "Okay, sweetie. I'm ready to cum when you want me to."

Her heart fluttered. She felt such a sense of power and control--it was almost intimidating. She began to worry, thoughts of doubt creeping into her mind.

"Don't stop, now," he urged, his penis trembling with need in her muzzle. "It feels so good."

Whimpering, she tried to make up for the loss. She pulled him in, getting her lips all the way to his swelling knot, exhaling heavily with her nose pressed against his scrotum. One of his knees trembled beside her, and she held it steady as she retreated.

"When you cum," a voice questioned, "You want her to swallow it all or do you want to get it all over her like in the shower?"

The two had nearly forgotten they weren't alone.

The kitten paused for a second, taking in the question herself. She recalled the shower, how his thick cream had frosted her like a gingerbread-girl. She loved it, and wanted it to happen again--but deep down, she wanted to feel what it was like to have the explosion contained, right within her mouth.

"Nnnngh!" He scratched the carpet. "Whatever she wants to do--I don't care. I just wanna cum!"

She swallowed him deeply, cooing in apology for pausing. But... whatever she wanted, he had said. He didn't care. A nauseating guilt bubbled in her tummy, and she whimpered as she struggled with her desires.

"I'm close, Laur! Push me over!"

She groaned, receding until his tip was just within her lips. She knew what she wanted, and tears fell from her eyes as she indulged in nursing his puphood with the zeal of a famished babe. His groan hit her ears like the crackling of ice before the avalanche broke--and then, it happened!

It was thin and watery at first, but with a couple of rhythmic pulses and her eager suckling, his semen proper spurted upon her tongue and palate in thick dollops. She leaned back as his knees lowered, giving her even better vantage to coax his release from deep within his body, slurping it out like a milkshake through a straw. His yips of ecstasy, with the cadence of a siren, matched the way his body tensed and relaxed as he released his pleasure into her hungry muzzle.

She fought the urge to swallow. Her cheeks burned and she was nearly sobbing with delight. The thick, slimy texture. The slightly bitter, salty flavor. The radiant heat it let off as it settled and cooled.

The wolf pup barked with each relieving spurt of his passion. The high-pitched sound betrayed his boyishness, but the other girls were more interested in his cringe of pleasure.

A throbbing need began pulsing between the kitten's legs. Her lips were tingling and her muzzle was filled with boy-cream. She pressed her lips around his tip in a seal as he began to retreat from her, crawling forward. She was reluctant to let him go, but she wanted him to see.

They made their way over toward the couch, he groggily and she flustered with lust.

His buttocks hit the couch and his knees went wide, the cool air fresh and tingly upon his saliva-sopped and half-flaccid member.

She walked upon her knees until her chin rested upon the cushion between his knees. She looked up at him, waiting for his lazily roaming eyes to focus upon her. When she had his attention, she opened her muzzle.

He witnessed his slimy, sticky work of art inside her mouth. Much of it was on her tongue, but no doubt there was plenty on every little surface. His heart beat with excitement at the display, and then his head went light as she deliberately closed her mouth, and made a show of swallowing it all.

She panted like a parched wanderer having just indulged their first helping of water in weeks. Resting her hot, red cheek upon the cushion, she stared upon the tap from which she had been given her nourishment. From her throat, without her knowing, a series of pleading whimpers escaped.

"What's wrong?" The pup asked, wearily resting a hand on her head. He felt a pang of sadness as she winced in embarrassment. "It's okay. You can tell me."

She bit her lip. "I just... wanna s--suck it more. B-but, it's okay, I know you're--nnnnnh!" She moaned as his thumb massaged her forehead.

"You can suck on it anytime, for as long as you need," he assured her. "Go on. I don't mind." He shifted, his half-mast stiffy bobbing enticingly.

Then, the kitten heard a click, followed by a buzzing. The fur on her body frizzed as the hand rested upon her back.

"Go on, sis," the black kitten's voice insisted.

The white kitten felt the vibrations of the massager press onto the small of her back.

"I'll make sure you cum."

With her eyes watering once more, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips about him. He was so different when soft; the flesh was squishier, like a half-filled water-balloon. She suckled it, flicking her rough tongue along the underside. Her body tingled all over, and not just from the vibrations from the massager as her sister moved it toward her chest.

She squirmed and mumbled with pleasure as one of the vibrating nubs touched her left nipple. She looked up at the wolf pup, smiling down at her and just watching her. She felt so embarrassed, worried he was thinking she was silly or childish.

But her thoughts were calmed. As if he understood the gaze in her eyes, he stroked her cheek.

"Shh, it's okay. I think it's cute... Just like when you used to suck on your thumb."

She whimpered. She felt both ashamed that he remembered, and yet delighted that he thought it was endearing.

"Aww, hear that, sis?" The black kitten purred into her sibling's ear as she moved the massager lower. "He likes it."

The kitten let out a mew and her body spasmed. Her nose butted and pressed against the wolf pup's groin as she gave into her carnal desires. The pleasure that made her body quake was so wonderful. She cut loose upon the throbbing, hot puphood within her lips, running her tongue along its tip and swallowing spit and pre as her body squirmed. She began to moan upon it, cooing while it twitched against her palate.

She opened her eyes and looked up. He was growing hard again! Right in her mouth, she felt the soft, spongy flesh begin to stiffen. In the corners of her eyes, his knees relaxed and his thighs spread wider.

"Man, this feels so good." He commented, reaching down to scratch her scalp. "Cum for me, sweetie. Don't keep quiet either--I love it when you moan on my cock."

"You heard him," her sister commented.

Lauren whimpered again when she felt the massager change position. Two of the three legs rested on either side of her vulva, in the crease between her thigh and mound. The third gently rested, and then pressed and gyrated into her clitoris.

A rush of heat snapped through her body, and she began convulsing in orgasm. Her throat emitted a whinny of lust, before the rhythmic moans of her passion tickled the tip of the wolf pup's cock.

"Oh fuck!" The wolf bucked ever-so-gently into the kitten's maw. "Just like that."

To her disappointment, as the moment calmed and her orgasm faded, he had not ejaculated into her lips again. But she felt content as she slipped away from his shaft, watching with blurry eyes as it bobbed and bounced before pointing upward.

"Good job, sissy," Alexis complimented her sister, hugging her from behind.

"I'll say," the bunny spoke sheepishly, bunching her nightgown up her hips to keep the trickling dew of her flower from getting onto it. "Poor baby's hard again," she cooed.

"Can I help him with it, this time?"

All eyes went to the vixen, standing up by the ottoman. At the bottom-most point of her panties, a barely-noticeable dark spot could be seen in the deep crimson.

"After all... Since my cousin comes to town tomorrow, I won't get to play 'till Friday." She swished her hips and held onto her tail, crossing it over her torso to just hide her chest and crotch. "Besides... I haven't gotten to feel Justin cum inside me, yet."

"Yes you have." Kailey stated. "You were the first one to fuck him, remember?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but... He didn't squirt." She dropped her tail and massaged her stomach below her navel. "I still haven't gotten to feel what it's like to have his cum in my tummy." She said with a groan.

If she intended to make him shiver, it worked. He looked over to his girlfriend.

She shrugged. "Whaddaya waiting for? Want her to beg?"

"Oh, please, Justy?" Brittany moaned, getting onto her knees between his legs. "Pound my cutie with your massive dick! Make me all warm and gooey inside!" She nuzzled his dick.

His length quivered as he felt her soft cheek-fur brush the underside of his puphood. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he chuckled.

She gave him a wry smile, and stood up, cupping her maturing bosom and gazing down at him expectantly.

He leaned forward, slipping his fingers into the thin lace-trimmed straps about her waist. He pulled the panties down, revealing her pink cunny, already puffy and dribbling. He reached for one of her knee-highs, but she held his hand to keep it from moving.

"Don't take the stockings off," she admonished. "Don't I look sexy with them still on?" She took a step back, sitting upon the ottoman. "They're pink, like my cutie," she pointed out, lifting her feet and resting her toes close enough for him to compare.

"It does look kinda sexy, I guess..." he replied.

Ashly giggled. "Brit, you're trying too hard. Justin just likes cuties; anything else is like icing on the cake."

"Mmm... cake." Alexis licked her lips. "Justin's cream kinda looks like icing..."

"Lexi, no!" The bunny-rabbit chided, tossing a throw-pillow at the kitten. "At this rate I won't be able to eat anything! You know how hard it was to eat carrots in front of mom last night?"

"I know how hard it makes Justy," the skunkette teased.

The vixen scrunched her forehead and hopped upon the ottoman on her hands and knees, facing the pup. "Would you guys stop talking about food," she grumbled. "I'm trying to be seductive, here!"

The black kitten rolled her eyes, going back to cuddling with her sister, still drifting in afterglow. "Sorry, Britty. Get back to your suction-or-whatever."

The skunkette and rabbit giggled.

"Mmmf!" Brittany smacked her hands upon the soft ottoman. "Would you get over here and fuck me already?" She huffed at the pup.

Without further ado, Justin went to the other side. He watched as her tail lifted, and her rump and sex were presented to him. "You want me to lick first? Otherwise, you'll hafta turn over."

"Nope, I want you to fuck me like this." She insisted, wiggling her rump. "It's called doggy-style."

The white kitten giggled. "That's a funny name for a way to fuck."

"Is that really how doggies do it?" Kailey questioned.

"Maybe," Ashly replied. "But... I know dogs like to roll on their backs to get belly-rubs, and that's kinda like how we've been fucking before..."

"Gggh!" The vixen groaned in frustration. "Who cares! Cram it in already woof-boy!"

Justin was already trying to get to the right height. He had to bend his knees a bit to get level with her trickling pinkness. After her insistence, he prodded his tip against the warm, soft flesh. "Cram it in me already woof-boy...?" He put the inflection in his voice indicating he expected something.

She growled again. "Cram it in me already woof-boy--please!"

At her politeness, he did just that. Reveling in the way she arced her back and moaned, he buried himself smoothly almost right to the hilt. The pose was a new, so it was a bit awkward. He opted to lean forward a little, raising his heels off the carpet.

The vixen moaned as she felt him start to rev up.

The pup bit his lip. He felt guilty that her voice turned him on. But it was easier doing her doggy-style--he couldn't really see her face. He put one hand upon her buttocks, and gripped her tail in the other, tugging it upward. With each thrust, he tugged, the subtle motion giving him a bit of leverage to go deeper.

He was mixed in feelings about this position. It didn't really feel different--or rather, he didn't want it to feel that much different. Not until he tried it with a certain someone. But there was no denying it was different. The angle forced his tip to graze along her walls more prominently. He could also feel a subtle firmness rub him underneath as he humped; some kind of bony ridge. His testes were also more free, and began to swing a little, gently bumping against the vixen's vulva and clitoris.

Their mating quickly threw wet slapping noises throughout the room. The vixen made sure to moan every now and again, even if he wasn't hitting all the right spots. In an effort to help him, she lowered her chest to rest on the ottoman and pulled her knees under her a bit more to raise her height.

The pup readjusted to her adjustments. He closed his eyes, putting all attention to his genitals. He could practically see her warm, pink flesh twitch and expand as he pumped into her. The angle made it much easier, and he leaned over her all the way, pinning her tail to the side. He gripped her shoulders, and used that as leverage to burrow even deeper.

"F--fuck!" The vixen whimpered. "You're pounding my c--cervix!"

"Then. Let. Me. In!" Each word was accompanied by a thrust, her body squirming under him with each one. On the last, he drew the word out as he sustained a gentle thrust. She whined, her body spasming under his until she finally relaxed and his tip snuggled in.

The slight sting as he entered her cervix and the dull ache as the tight ring was forced open were converted into pleasure somewhere along the way to her brain. She yowled in ecstasy, announcing her orgasm for the whole room to be made aware.

The wolf pup didn't announce his own, mainly because he was focusing all his efforts into not tying with the vixen. He was actually relieved that somewhere, deep in his brain, there was enough blood-flow to remind him about that. It didn't stop his bucking, grunting, and spurting though.

"So warm..." She cooed, her body relaxing in afterglow as his own orgasm began trickling down to little dribbles. She marveled at the way it filled her womb, almost allowing her to feel it for the first time, like how she could feel the fullness of her stomach after a thanksgiving meal.

Damn it! I'm thinking about food again!

Brittany let out a puff of air as the pup fell upon her. "Hey! You're heavy!" She rolled to the side, hinting to him to move from directly lying on her. To her dismay, he pulled out, and lifted off. When his tip pulled free of her cervix, with a bit of a forceful tug, she felt the warmth in her trickle out just a bit, before most of it was trapped by the tight ring.

Still, some slowly trickled free, making her shiver in delight at the naughtiness of it all.

Ashly watched her lover as he stood up, swaying just a little. She giggled. "C'mere, sweetie," she said, reaching out to him.

He shuffled toward her slowly, using the edge of the ottoman to help support his balance. When he got to her hands, he reached out to hold them.

"Is somebody a little tired from all that cumming?" She teased.

He nodded, yawning.

She smiled, and glanced to her left. "Hey, Lexi?"

The kitten, still cuddling with--and blatantly dry-humping--her sister, looked over to the rabbit.

"Can you sit over here?" Ashly asked, reaching out and patting the cushion a short distance from her.

Reluctantly, the kitten disentangled herself from her sister, who whimpered.

"C'mere and snuggle with me, Laurie," the skunkette offered, leaning into the curve of the sectional.

Both kittens crawled to their respective spots.

Kailey wrapped her arms and thighs around the kitten as she cutely crawled into her arms. She freed her tail enough to tug it around and cover the nude kitten with it, as if to keep their cuddling modest--for underneath the skunkette also began grinding her flower against the kitten's mound.

Alexis crawled to her spot. She sat with a bit of a huff, her cheeks red and her body tingling.

"Okay honey, we're all set," the rabbit told the wolf. "You can rest your head in my lap," she said, patting her thigh. "And, you can rest your cock..." She trailed, grinning at the kitten.

Alexis' cheeks blushed even deeper, now that she understood why she had been ushered to move. She touched the wolf as he crawled onto the couch, hooking her hands onto his calves to help keep him balanced. As he adjusted into the right position, she shimmied into the right place so that when he finally eased down, his sheath was right over her lap.

She looked over to Ashly, and her heart beat a bit faster at what she saw.

The wolf pup's muzzle was nestled between the bunny's thighs, his ears angled slightly away from her.

She pet the back of his head, cooing to him; "That's it. You just relax. You can take a nap if you want, Lexi and I won't mind." She lifted up the nightie to get it out of the way from obstructing her view, exposing her up to the navel, showing off that the wolf's muzzle was turned toward her girlhood.

The kitten bit her lip. Her loins began to tickle as the trickling of arousal began to stir in her. When the bunny gave her a glance, she became nervous, a little afraid that the rabbit would get upset at how she was feeling.

"Is he hard?" Ashly asked.

"N-n-no," the kitten replied.

Kailey started to moan.

"Aww," the bunny said with disappointment. "Well, just give it a little bit. His nose is right in my cutie," she scratched his ears, "so he should get nische-n-shtiff in just a little bit."

The kitten saw his tail twitch. "Do you... wanna trade when he gets hard?" She asked.

Ashly glanced at her friend quizzically. "If... you want to?" She replied. "I thought you'd want to keep his cock company." She leaned in. "I know how crazy you are about it, after all." She teased.

The skunkette let out a groan, and then exclaimed a passionate swear when the kitten she ground against latched onto her premature nipple.

"If... it's okay with you..." the kitten acquiesced, embarrassed at what the bunny pointed out about her.

Ashly reached out and cupped the kitten's chin, and craned her neck further for a kiss. She met the kitten's lips, and moaned, slipping her tongue out. When the kitten's lips parted, their tongues tasted one another for a moment, before the strain of the lean forced the rabbit to break. "He's crazy about how snug you are, y'know." She revealed.

"R--really?" The kitten asked, rhetorically.

"Nnnngh! Laurie... I'm... I'm cumming!"

The two talking girls glanced over as they saw the other pair of girls gently moving. From underneath the large, fluffy tail, the white kitten was suckling the skunkette's left nipple while her hand groped the right.

She popped free with a gasp, her cheeks warm and red, the habit becoming almost insatiable. "Kay-Kay," she cooed. "You made my tummy all wet..."

The skunkette let out an embarrassed whimper. "I'm s--sorry. I... I can't help it..."

The kitten giggled. "It's okay. I like it. I just have to wash off before I go home, now." She explained.

The black kitten uttered a shallow gasp.

"What's the matter?" The rabbit asked with concern. She watched the feline, noticing the way her eyes went unfocused, as if she was concentrating. She leaned over. "Is he getting hard?" She whispered.

The kitten blinked rapidly a few times. She blushed, clutching his tail and idly stroking it.

"What's it feel like?" Ashly questioned in a sultry voice.

"It got really warm all'a sudden," Alexis replied in a hush. She bit her lip. "It's... sliding out..."

"Here," the bunny said, holding her lover's far hip. "Make it so he slides out right by you-know-where."

Hot around her neck, the kitten took the opportunity. He was still only just barely out of his sheath, but as she made the subtle adjustments to point him in the right spot, it began to swell even more.

The pup grumbled in Ashly's lap.

"Ooh," she shivered, the vibrations tickling her labia. "I think he liked it." She eased him back down. "Is he in the right spot?"

The kitten looked at the rabbit with a blush, bashfully averting her eyes. She rested her hand upon his rump, at the base of his tail. Idly, she stroked it with her thumb, massaging the join.

"Eep!" The rabbit bit her lip, catching the attention of the kitten. "H--his breath tickled," she explained. "How's he doing on your end?"

The kitten tried to swallow, her throat dry. "He's... gettin' hard..." She clutched his tail, feeling the warm flesh slowly slide out of its sheath and into the space between her thighs and mound. The side of his tip grazed over her honeye-glazed flesh. She looked back to the rabbit when she felt the couch shift, to see Ashly holding the wolf pup's head in place while her hips gently gyrated almost in place. Alexis eased the cramped gap of space that the pup's dick wanted to invade--and let out a gasp. The warm flesh surged, taking advantage of the room it was given.

Ashly held her breath, emitting a suppressed vocal click and whisper of pleasure every now and again. She guided the pup's nose to bump her vulva in all the right spots for an agonizing, but wonderful, tease.

The kitten leaned over the wolf's rump, squeezing her thighs together around the hot girth to press it to her netherlips. She began to gently rub herself against him, though it was stilted and barely worthwhile. Huffing with frustration, she leaned back, and reached under him, coaxing his pelvis upward. Reaching between them, she grabbed hold of his shaft and pointed the tip at her labia, spreading her legs to help support his position. Letting out a gratified sigh, she began rubbing his tip along her folds, and trying to sneak him inside despite what the angle would allow.

"Whatever you're doing," the rabbit grunted, "keep going."

The kitten could hear him breathing heavily, and grunting. She changed the position of her hand, which relieved a growing ache, to spread her labia and press his tip to her moist vestibule. She used her index finger to rapidly press the side of his tip against her steamy opening, sending out soft squelching noises into the room. "Hmmm, Justy," she cooed. "My li'l cutie loves playin' with your big, stiff--Oh gosh!"

"What's wrong?" Kailey asked alertly, her eyes flitting between the rabbit who had her lips agape as she panted, and the kitten whose face was blown out in surprise.

The kitten had abruptly clamped her thighs together, and though she had a moment of shock she quickly relaxed. She pulled his tail up and nuzzled it in the crook of her neck. "He's cumming," she said sweetly, feeling the fevered dick throb between her thighs. His seed sloppily dribbled out onto her fur, making a mess in her lap. The wonderful aroma of his musk wafted to her nose, sending shivers all up and down her tummy and cutie.

Ashly calmed, her mini-orgasm subsiding. She was pleasantly surprised by his tongue lapping at her folds, and as she reluctantly relaxed her thighs he rested his cheek upon them.

The lovers gazed into each other's eyes, wolf pup kissing her downy fur and skin just hidden by the silk nightgown. Then, abruptly, he stirred.

The kitten groaned in protest, for his warmth left her, and the coolness that replaced it was almost unpleasantly chilly thanks to the spunk he'd splattered all around her loins--and not a drop inside, the nerve! "Where're you goin'?" She whined.

"I gotta pee," he said, slithering off the couch. "I drank a lot after gym, and cumming doesn't help." Standing on shaky legs, he made his way to the door, and slipped out.

Alexis panted heavily, her loins both hot with passion and cool with drying semen. But, rather abruptly, the damp coolness was replaced by warmth again. With a small whimper of surprise, the kitten reflexively rested her hand upon her sister's scalp.

Lauren paused for a moment, but when her sister's hand relented, she continued.

"You b--betta' not spoil yer appetite or... m--momma's gonna get mad." She winced and spasmed with pleasure as her sister began cleaning up the mess the pup had left her with, her jibe ignored.

The white kitten made quick work of the white cream, and possibly even before she was finished her sister gently pushed her head aside in order to dash past her and out the door. "Now where're y--" Before she even had a chance to say anything, the black kitten slammed the door shut.

Running down the hall, Alexis made her way to the bathroom. The hallway was dimly lit, for despite it being late-afternoon there were few windows to illuminate the stretch. The bathroom door stood ajar, shaft of light spilling onto the carpet and crawling up the baseboard of the opposite wall.

She barged her way in without any sense of hesitation.

"Gah! Lexi!?" Justin nearly shrieked, leaning over to cover himself as he sat upon the toilet.

She squinted her eyes. "Are you... goin' num'ma one or num'ma two?" She questioned. "Cuz you said num'ma one, and I thought boys did that standin' up." She backed out of the door, erring on the side of caution.

He blinked warily. "Just... number one," he replied honestly.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Then why you sittin' like a girl?"

"Cuz," he mumbled. "It's... hard to explain..." He trailed, a thread of frustration in his voice.

A smile crept up her whiskers. "It's hard?" She repeated.

He shook his head. "What do you want?" He grumbled.

Accepting that she wasn't going to be surprised, she stepped in and shut the door, locking it, without turning away from him. "I wanna cum," she replied, adding: "Duh."

"Well..." He sighed, his toes pointing toward one another. "Gimme a min."

"You don't gotta cover yourself," she rolled her eyes, stepping in front of him. "I seen it already."

Acquiescing with a slight huff, he sat back up, but kept his hands in his lap.

"I wanna see," she insisted, reaching for his hands.

"I gotta hold it," he replied, but she was already coaxing his hands away. His puphood sprang up--or it would have, had he not been sitting so far forward that the tip bumped against the underside of the seat. Not liking his tip touching it, he scooted back ever-so-slightly, and it sprang up, slapping against his tummy and then easing away a little bit.

The kitten giggled, then backed away. "D--don't piddle now!" She ordered.

Justin rested his elbows on his knees. "Even if I wanted to I probly couldn't." He replied. "But still, it's kinda mean to keep me from holding it down and then telling me to hold it."

"Why can't you?" She questioned.

He huffed, that frustration coming back. "Cuz, it's too hard."

"Oh!" She gave a look of genuine apology. "I thought you were just joking."

"About what?"

"You said it's hard to es'plain." She repeated. "I guess I couldn't tell if you were joking or not... are you?"

He whimpered. "Not really--I dunno!" He returned his hands to point his boyhood toward the bowl, leaning forward just a bit. "But when it's this stiff, it doesn't push down easy so I have to sit and lean over, and it takes a little while to pee cuz I gotta relax." He said that all in a rush. "There, happy?"

"Ohhh," she nodded. "Why didn'ya say so b'fore?" She clasped her hands behind her back and lifted on her tip-toes. "Bet having a naked cutie nearby isn't much help, huh?" She giggled, noticing that he glanced down at her mound. She fell back to her heels and stepped up to him, her hands reaching between his legs.

"Don't mind if you do," he muttered sarcastically.

"Gimme," she commanded, weaseling his hands out of the way and gripping him herself. "It's so warm," she cooed, petting it with her finger from base to tip.

He rolled his eyes, leaning forward a little more to rest his hands over the side of the seat. "How d'you expect me to relax? You already pointed out it's hard when you guys are around me naked."

She gave him a wry grin. "Who says I tryin' to help ya relax?" She retorted. "I just wanna touch him."

He let out a frustrated whimper.

She shushed him. "If I pet it like a kitty would that help it relax? It helps kitties relax..."

"My dick's not a kitty." He grumbled.

She gave a look, but then smiled, her tail twitching behind her almost mischievously. She pushed him down a little more, coaxing him to lean forward in tune. Then, when he was within comfortable reach, she planted a kiss right on his lips.

At first he tensed with surprise, but then the kiss was welcomed. His hands went to her cheeks, cupping her face. He moaned into the kiss, opening his eye to see hers gently shut. His lips vibrated when she moaned back, and parted as her tongue slipped forward.

She felt awkward as her tongue fumbled about in his mouth. In fact, it was kind of yucky, their sloppy-feeling tongues falling over one another like slugs trying to wrestle. She pulled away, trying not to look disgusted. "You pee, yet?"

"No," he admitted.

She pinched her expression in frustration. "What's fourteen minus thirty?"

"Uh... why?"

"Just do it."

"Uhm..." He looked up, doing the math in his head. "Negative sixteen?"

"Seven times three."

"Twenty one..."

"What's the capitol of Wyoming?"

Pssh...

"Eep!" She squealed as she felt the thick flesh in her grip move. A soft ringing hit their ears as urine hit the porcelain. But then, almost as soon as it started, it stopped.

Justin winced.

"Was that it?" She questioned, looking between his legs as a bead of urine clung to his tip.

"N--no, it c-cut off," he grunted.

"Are... you okay?" She worriedly questioned.

He exhaled with relief as he managed to relax the muscle, leaning back while his flesh softened just a enough.

She held him gently, trying not to move, able to feel the powerful stream passing through his urethra. Pointing him downward, the ringing porcelain turned into a babbling brook. She adored the look of relief on his face, and mimicked his final sigh when the drops tapered off like the last few kernels in the pop-corn bag.

She reached for the toilet paper, pulling off a few sheets.

He looked down as he felt the fabric brush the tip of his penis. "What're you doin'?"

"Wiping you off, silly." She replied.

He chuckled. "Guys don't need to wipe every time." He told her.

She glanced up at him in a bit of disgust. "I'm gonna tell Lauren you said that. Then we'll see if she wants to put her mouth on it."

"All ya gotta do is shake it a few times," the pup explained, pressing on her hands to do the motion. He grinned as she shook it several times, letting her go on for a few seconds more than necessary. "Okay okay, that's enough."

"Still telling Laurie," she muttered, and began climbing up into his lap.

He helped support her, even as he rhetorically asked: "What're you up to, now?"

"My cutie's all wet and tingly, and feels so empty," she groaned, bumping her mound against the base of his tummy and rubbing her flower over his stem. "Putting your big, stiff cock deep inside always helps," she said, reaching back and pressing his tip against her folds.

"Don't you want the coconut oil?" He asked, sending a surge through his cock to tease her.

She mewed in excitement and frustration. "It's slippery enough, besides you did it without the first time, 'member?"

"Kitty likes it rough, huh?"

She leaned forward and gently bit down on his shoulder as her body convulsed. "Kitty likes it big and deep," she growled in response.

Now he was starting to get tingly. "What if I don't cum? I'm afraid if I cum I'll fall asleep..."

"'Dun care," she hissed, her words rapid. "I jus' know I wanna cum around him. Feels best when I cum around him." She insistently pressed the tip against her and rocked her hips again.

"Okay, you can cum around him. You'll have to move up so we can line him up."

She did so, licking her lips and watching as he took his girth and pointing it at her hole. When she felt it prod her entrance, her body felt like putty, and her eyes trailed left--and spotted the mirror.

"Ready when you are," he stated.

"W-w--wait," she stammered, holding onto his shoulders and rising up more so that his tip fell out of its nestling. Her loins screamed in agony, but she told them to be quiet for a second. "C--can we... do it against the counter?" She pointed.

"Why?" He questioned.

She blushed, biting her lip. "I w-wanna watch in the m-mirror..." She slid off his lap, resting against the wall to balance her unsteady legs.

He stood up, the seat letting out a loud smack as it had stuck to his bottom. That shock aside, they went over to the mirror, with Alexis resting her hands on the marble counter, and Justin positioning himself behind her.

She could feel the warmth of his penis against the small of her back, trailing up her spine.

He slipped his arms beneath her armpits, and hoisted her up, stepping back so that she leaned against him a little. The arches of her feet rested on the edge of the counter, her knees in a bit of a frog-squat. He lowered his hips a little to get his penis to rest in front of her vulva in the mirror.

She marveled at the bright red rod propped between her legs. Now that she could readily compare the size of his tool compared to her petite folds, it seemed impossible that their little puzzle fit together at all! But as she reached down to touch what she could wonderfully see, she knew it had to work somehow--and she was going to see it happen right in front of her.

"Ready?" He asked.

She shifted, supported by his body and arms, positioning his tapered tip back at her slippery hole. "Yeah," she replied, breathlessly. Her eyes bulged as he pushed, his tip disappearing into her pink folds. "I--it's going in!"

"Holy shit that's hot," he blurted aloud, caught off-guard by what he thought he knew. But, seeing the way her skin pushed inward and the trickle of her femininity that tickled down his shaft was the most delicious sight he had ever witnessed.

And once he was halfway in, he began pulling out.

She gasped as she saw her own girlhood stretch wide to accommodate his girth, but to see it slide back out only exemplified just how large he was inside her. As he pulled, she felt and saw her inner labia get drawn out, the tender pink of her flower made bare to the ambient air. The sight of her nectar darkening his red hue, and the slimy sheen from the vanity lights that reflected off it, was so deliciously naughty. It measured just how deep he had gone, and she wanted to see it all over his cock.

"Ag--" She was about to say, but he went back in of his own volition. She curled her toes, fighting the urge to close her eyes so she could watch in the mirror. She wished it were even easier. Maybe that she could pop her eyeballs out and put them on the counter so she could see it up-close and steady.

Her knees wiggled back and forth, and she squirmed with the pup's every thrust. Panting and heaving, she strained to keep from slipping off the counter, having to trust more and more on the pup rutting her raw to keep her from falling.

And rut he did, his cock stuffing her nearly to the hilt. He delighted in the way her knees pulled together as his inflating knot butted against her mound, only to spread wide again as he pulled free. Some of her juices were splattered on the marble counter-top, and after one particularly harsh thrust that made her hips buck, a droplet made its way onto the mirror.

She gasped wetly as he pulled out, and pulled free. His tip bobbed between her thighs, and he aggressively spread her labia wide so they could both see in the mirror. Her pinkness had turned red with lust. The little hole where she had once been innocent squeezed and twitched, missing the strain of being stretched taught.

"Your cutie looks so sexy right now," he growled into her ear. "Sexy with my cock deep inside, too." He prodded her a few times, his stiff tip finding its way back into her hole.

She moaned his name, watching listlessly as he plunged into her from tip to knot. Her vision went blurry as he bumped her cervix, and she reflexively reached down to cup his balls. His face went dopey as she saw his jaw unhinge and his eyes scrunch up. The thick cock inside of her began to throb, and she saw it in the subtle movements where they were joined. The warmth of his semen spread over her cervix, sending a rush of feverish heat to her cheeks.

"I thought you w--weren't gonna cum!" She exclaimed, although not at all upset.

"You're too--s-ehk-see..."

She mewed as she saw his orgasm intensify right before her eyes, and her fingertips felt the little muscle behind his sac tremble as it worked to unleash his semen into her hot canal. It was more than enough to send her spiraling into climax, and she desperately tried to concentrate on what happened in the mirror.

She didn't have time to think about how silly she looked as she came. The way her ears flattened and her face looked like she had seen a ghost. Her eyes were locked on her own loins as they twitched and clamped down upon the hilted girth that prodded her cervix. The twitching and spasming of her labia was only the tip of what she felt deep inside her tummy.

Gasping and heaving, he pulled out of her. They watched as his penis, soaked and glistening in her passion, slipped free of her gaping labia. Soon after, his watery semen began to bead at her vestibule, threatening to dribble out.

But she clamped her hand over her groin, and began pushing away with her knees. Taking the hint, Justin eased away and helped her down, with her feet walking down the cabinets until they were on the floor.

They were trembling just a little, now that the strain was taking its effect. Justin's penis rested within the groove of her buttocks, until she stood up on her own and awkwardly stepped away, cupping her vulva.

Steadying himself, his legs trembling from exertion, he made his way to the door and opened it to the hall. He half-expected to catch someone at the very least listening in. Perhaps even touching themselves. But the hallway was barren, and dim.

Justin led the way back to the room, trying to keep from chuckling as he watched the kitten walk sideways like a crab behind him. Regaining his stamina along the walk, he opened the door to the room, catching the others playing a game.

The scene looked somewhat familiar, except there was sunlight in the window so the glow of the TV wasn't quite that pronounced, and the subject of his deja vu was standing behind him.

He walked in, heading toward Ashly.

The kitten watched as the wolf pup got in the way of the rabbit's vantage to the TV. He leaned over to kiss her, coaxing the controller out of her hands. The kitten made her way to the opposite end of the sectional, finding an open spot near Brittany. She fumbled her way onto the cushion, and was a bit surprised when Brittany helped guide her to rest within the vixen's plush-furred lap.

The controller, once in the rabbit's grip, tumbled to the floor.

"Do you have more nighties like that one?" He asked her.

"Uh-huh," she replied with a sultry tone.

"I wanna see more of 'em," he growled, pulling the right shoulder-strap of the one she wore aside to bare her pearl-white skin. He licked her clavicle. "Just like how I wanna see more undies."

"I'll show you everything," she said, giggling at her own seductiveness. Then, she squealed as his dick found its way into her body. "You're already so deep," she sighed with satisfaction.

"Lexi and I cummed all over each other, so it's still slippery."

"Hope that means you can shove that knot in me," she began to gasp as he started thrusting in her. "I've been aching for it all day..."

"Hey, Lex," her sister piped. "You wanna take over Ash's character?"

"Aww, let her rest," Brittany cooed, tousling the kitten's scalp. "She's all tuckered out from gettin' fucked."

"Well then stop cheating!" The kitten huffed. "No killing Ash's character! You can't win that way."

"You're just gonna have to get as many kills as you can in, Laur," Kailey chuckled, smashing Ashly's avatar off the level.

It wasn't long before the coupling couple let the others know they had tied together, only to quiet down and cuddle as they recovered. Yet the others hardly acknowledged the act, as if it was something that had happened every day since they had all met. The game continued on, and even Alexis recovered enough to play.

The pup and the kitten did get a bit of a scolding the next time someone had to use the bathroom, though.