ABotB: Good Kitty
Peter gives Mike exactly what he needs. Several times. Was this the problem all along? Had he just needed this?
Again, there will be no Incest, but this is incest-adjacent, I guess.
“No!" I try to move away but he pins me on the couch. “St-stop this, p-please."
“You're starting to sound like Ky!" Peter laughs. “I think it's part of their little game…" He licks my ear. “Ky pretends to not want it, but by the end, he's always begging for it." He grinds his crotch into mine, and his cock throbs and leaks through the fabric. He's much bigger than I am.
I curse myself for thrusting back, for how good the friction feels. “We can't do this…" I whisper.
“Why not? You're single, I'm single, we're both horny." His breath is heavy with alcohol.
“Peter–" He interrupts me with another forceful kiss.
“You got a body like Ky, too. I like the way it all bounces, how soft you are." His hips grind against mine once more. “You ready for the next part of their game?"
Alcohol and lust muddle my thoughts. This feels wrong but somehow, I feel like I need it. His cock dwarfs mine and every time I feel his bulge press into me I can't help but push back to meet it. It's so warm, and that smell…
I nod.
He backs off of me and lays back on the couch, squeezing his shaft. “Get on your knees, kitten." I stand but he shakes his head. “Crawl to me."
For reasons I don't understand I obey. I get on all fours and start to crawl toward the tiger. Once my face is near him he grabs the back of my head and grinds me into him, filling my nostrils with musk.
“I was like you for a bit, I gotta admit." He casually humps my face while he talks. “When I realized Ky, fuckin' Ky, was the one getting fucked it wounded my pride a little."
I whine into his dick as his paw travels down my back and squeezes my plump rear end. Why was this so hot? Why do I want this so bad?! Sure, the ex pegged me a few times but that's different from having a real, throbbing, intoxicating cock in my face. I jump as a finger slides down my underwear.
“Personally I always thought the smaller one should be on the bottom." He hooks a finger through his underwear and pulls it down, I don't have time to react as the newly-freed dick slaps my face. “Get back in there, Mike." He orders.
My face is buried in his large, warm nuts. I can't resist the urge to lick and suck on them, but I'm only able to get one in my mouth at a time. His finger continues to circle my hole, occasionally pressing just a little inward.
“You've been fucked, haven't you Mike." He asserts.
I return a muffled 'yes' as I breathe in his wonderful smell. He pulls my head from his crotch and smiles down at me before pointing his dick toward my mouth. He doesn't need to tell me what to do as I cautiously open my mouth to receive the tiger's cock.
“This makes me feel better about the whole thing," He sighs as my lips wrap around his tip. “Your boy can fuck Ky, and I can fuck you."
I've barely gotten the first inch in when he starts to thrust, offering me almost no time to adjust to the massive rod in my mouth. When the choking and gagging gets too intense he might pause briefly, but he never gives me much time.
Was he trying to teach me a lesson? Was this how my son treats Ky in bed? It doesn't matter, because my own dick aches with each thrust from the man. It takes nearly ten minutes of on-and-off facefucking but eventually, I can get most of him in my throat.
“Yeah, I think I learned a lot about fucking from Kevin, Mike. At least how to fuck a fat ass like yours." He leisurely thrusts in and out of my mouth. His precum landing on my tongue drives me to push deeper onto him. “Let me show you."
He withdraws his cock, leaving me longing for more. I whimper pathetically when suddenly Mike grabs me by my underarms and lifts me up. He lies me flat on his chest facing his cock while his head is between my legs.
“A little bit hairier than I usually like," He yanks my pants and boxers off, “But I bet it'll look great screwed onto the end of my dick."
He wordlessly orders me to continue sucking and I do. Desperate for more massive tiger dick. His muscular chest is so firm and comfortable, his big thighs and low-hanging round balls all telling me the same thing: this is a real man. A man who fucks. Was that why I hated him for so long?
Because I wanted him to fuck me? That must be it. All those poolside barbecues I'd watch him lounge in the sun, fooling myself into thinking I was just admiring his muscles like any man would do. Convincing myself I was just jealous I had a gut and he had abs.
I eagerly lick and worship his shaft, one hand cupping his balls while another feels up the powerful tiger. More precum just adds to the scent, adds to my lust. I gasp and attempt to pull off his cock when I feel his tongue graze my cheeks. He doesn't let me as he thrusts back down my throat.
“Keep sucking me, kitty." He slaps my cheek and chuckles, “You got a nice ass, Mike."
I try to focus on sucking him, serving the mountain of a man. My mind is nearly blank as I twist and writhe each time his tongue rubs against my hole, never quite penetrating me. It's been a long time since I had something in me, I didn't realize how much I missed it.
Minutes blur by in bliss, Peter increasing the intensity that he tongues and fingers my ass while I clean every drop of pre off his glorious cock. It feels good to let go like this, to submit to a greater man.
“Ready to get fucked, kitten?" He growls into my ass.
I moan and slobber on his shaft which he correctly assumes is a yes.
“Don't worry kitty, I'll feed you some other time." Peter carefully moves me off of his chest and bends me over the couch. He slaps his cock against my cheeks, teasing my hole by rubbing the tip against it.
“It's so big…" I say.
He leans over me and wraps his arms around me, one paw rubbing my beer belly while the other cups my chest. “You even got nice tits, Mike." He laughs while sawing his cock between my ass.
“I-I'm not so sure maybe we should just… Maybe I should just suck you?" I'm worried about his size, but I miss his scent too. His taste. How quickly those things made me abandon my false notions of masculinity and manhood.
“I'll feed you in the morning, kitty." He slaps my ass lightly, kneading my chubby cheeks he begins to pur. “You're ready."
His fingers stretch me further, all the saliva thankfully helping me take them. His padded digits feel amazing as he pushes past my outer ring and fully inside me. His knuckle causes me to groan in slight discomfort.
I lick my lips and notice a little bit of drool running down my chin. Fuck. His second finger shoves into me and after giving me a minute to adjust he starts to fingerfuck me. He's exploring my insides, looking for that one precious spot.
“Good kitty." He grunts. “I bet the boys did this on prom night, don't you?"
I don't say anything, I just push my ass back to meet his fingers.
“Feels like I'm gettin' my revenge, fucking you like your son fucks mine." He squeezes my chest with his free hand.
He removes his fingers and I'm met with a cool, empty sensation at their absence. Thankfully I don't have to wait long as his bulbous tip starts prodding me. I can feel the slick precum oozing onto my hole, into my hole. I close my eyes and push back.
His hands squeeze my hips. “Such a good kitten." He starts to push as I grind into him.
I hiss as the tip finally breaks the last weak bit of resistance and gains full entry into me. This is so much better than a finger, or toy, or tongue. Why did I wait so long? I have to ask him to stop every few inches, and at least for now, he's giving me all the time I need.
But I know it won't last long. I can tell by the way he's growling, groping, slapping, and teasing he's punishing me for years of quiet resentment. Is that why he keeps bringing up our sons, even with his cock inside me?
I feel ready to collapse when his balls meet mine and his shaft has fully sunk into me. There's a pause in his motions, his paws move up and down my back gently rubbing me. I slowly wiggle my hips as I try to take him, but he takes it as a sign.
“You're my good little kitty." He whispers as he pulls halfway out before ramming back into me. “You look so good on my cock, kitty." He mimics my son's dirty-talk, further asserting his dominance over me.
I can't formulate any words, I can barely formulate any thoughts. His balls slap slap slap against my large hairy ass, he playfully smacks and gropes leaving light-red spots wherever he touches. His thrusts get longer, fuller, more powerful, and frequent as he claims me.
I start to drool and beg like a bitch in heat. I feel my balls tighten, my cock harden, and a pleasurable sensation welling up from deep within me. My shaft hardens and I scream, begging for him to fuck me as cum shoots from my comparatively small cock.
I haven't even touched myself, he made me cum from fucking me. Like a good bitch does. He doesn't stop and he shows no signs of being finished, my mind is still in a haze from his increasingly rough mating.
He draws his cock from my now well-used and red hole before he grabs me by the neck. “I'm going to fuck you everywhere your son fucked Ky, then I'll be finished. For now." He roughly shoves me to the living room floor and pulls my ass up to his cock before pounding it back into me.
All pretense of gentleness has left him. I'm his bitch now, and before long my cock begins to swell to life as his girth continues to rub against my prostate. How long can he possibly go for?!
Every time he forces me to orgasm he moves me to another place. From the couch to the living room floor, bent over the recliner, the kitchen, the kitchen table, the garage, the bathroom, the shower, the backyard where I'm certain a neighbor strokes himself at the sight of us, and eventually to the guest bedroom.
He turns on the light. “Look at the sheets, fuckin' boys right?" He laughs.
I notice several light stains on the fabric and blush. Even in my current state, nude and fucked, I'm embarrassed. It's cum, maybe lubricant. I don't have time to speak as I'm shoved facedown into the pillow.
“Hold on tight, because I'm giving you what your son gave Ky this morning." His rock-hard member easily slides into me now, while it still stings a little his skillful fucking quickly replaces any discomfort with pleasure.
I beg for more as I started to after the third time. Loud and hungry, desperate and needy. With just a couple of hours and a few drinks, the tiger had turned me into a complete and utter bitch. I don't care about anything, now, just finally earning his load. My ass jiggles and shakes, a sight Peter must enjoy as he grabs and firmly shakes it every so often.
“Yeah your sons got the right of it, a big bottom is all a man needs." His thrusting never lets up. “You're not gonna walk right for days, kitty."
I lay there in the aftermath of my own sons rough fucking from half a day ago, where he fucked his fiance, where he claimed his bitch. In a strange way, I'm proud my son learned to be a real man, to be strong and virile, where I am not.
Peter loses himself in his lust, I'm in awe that he hasn't cum yet. It's been almost two hours of marathon fucking, it's all a blur. I remember every time he made me cum, it's the only thing that's clear.
How he raised my head so I could see the neighbor, a large grey wolf, openly masturbating to the sight of me getting fucked. How just knowing another man was pleasuring himself to me being used drove me to orgasm.
The way he'd recount how our sons fucked like rabid horny animals would harden me instantly. It was so fucking hot being used by Peter the same way Kevin used Ky. Unlike Kev and Ky, though, all I am to Peter is his bitch.
Soon, hopefully, his cum dump. I bite my lip as I notice his breath become ragged and uneven. He squeezes my chest with one hand and slaps my ass with the other. His thrusting becomes erratic. Unmeasured, imprecise. He's in a frenzy.
“Good kitty," He hisses. “You feel so good on my cock, kitten." His words bring me close as well, for what will probably be the last time tonight.
When I try to stroke myself he grabs my wrist and pushes me deeper into the bed. My pleasure isn't important to him, just my ass. He drives himself to the hilt, his heavy sack resting on my ass, the scent of fucking and masculine authority dominating my nostrils, the sound of his ravenous growls drowning out everything else, even my thoughts.
“Take it bitch!" He slaps my rear one more time, no doubt leaving a large red pawprint.
I feel his massive, throbbing cock pulse and it makes me shudder. Warmth spreads within me, quickly causing me to cum weakly into the sheets. Exhaustion prevents me from doing anything other than melt into his embrace and quietly cry out for his cum.
He slowly picks up his thrusting as his orgasm continues. “Good bitch." He stays inside me, I assume waiting for his cock to soften. But it doesn't. “Very good bitch. Good kitten."
He leans over me and licks my necks, his cock still in me. “But we're not done here yet…"