"Honey, we're home!" came the lilting announcement, but David had already been clued in by the sound of the car pulling into the driveway.
"Hi mom. Hi Tamati. How many times is she going to make you do that?" David asked as the grey vulpine once again carried his giddy mother over the threshold.
"Hey, she didn't make me do it..." the kitsune replied, his physique proving up to the challenge of easily holding up a handful of vixen.
"That's right, I just asked..." his mother said, and David believed her. The point was when men do anything you ask them to, asking them is making them do it.
Being the son of a retired adult film diva meant that he'd grown anesthetized to seeing his mother with men, particularly of the young buff persuasion. Tamati fit the bill but to his credit he wasn't just some dim-witted hunk. And when his mother had gotten serious with him David had actually felt glad. He was a nice guy, the chemistry between the three of them was pretty good, and when the two announced their engagement the kit had held on to a sliver of hope that his mom was - finally! - settling down and that quiet suburbia had at long last dampened the seemingly unquenchable flame of lust that burned within Lori. That hope had proven short-lived. Tamati seemed more sensible, and was certainly never inappropriate with the kit who'd recently become his step-son, but the kitsune had both the free-spirit and the libido to match his new bride.
"Hey Becca! So how was your weekend? You two get up to something you weren't supposed to?" Lori asked, dismounting her new hubby.
"N-no!" the brown mousette squeaked, her eyes wide and her cheeks no doubt burning under her fur. They did have a nice and uneventful weekend, and David did like Rebecca because the nerdy mousette had no sexual interest in him and responded to his mother's teasing and innuendo with a mixture of embarrassment and terror rather than the usual hopeful interest.
"Oh well, maybe next time..." she said, winking and making Becca almost wilt at the scandalous implication. When the vixen counted out her babysitting fee the girl left as quickly as her polite nature would allow, leaving David with the pair who'd hopefully blown off some of their steam on their honeymoon...
*******
"Ahhh, home sweet home!" Lori sighed, falling back onto her big bouncy bed, the satiny sheets rippling artfully around the voluptuous vulpine body writhing against them.
"You know, David's probably a bit too old for a sitter..." Tamati said, drinking in the sight of his new wife before she sprang up and responded to the challenge to her decision by attacking the buttons of his shirt.
"I know. But I couldn't stand the thought of leaving him alone and he was quite adamant about giving us our space, the sweet boy..."
"And Becca...?"
"Well I love teasing her, so sue me! And she and David have a lot in common... wouldn't they make a cute couple?" the vixen asked, pushing his shirt off his shoulders as he tried to catch the zipper running along the back of her dress.
"She does look pretty adorkable..."
"Don't you get any ideas! She's a sweet, innocent young woman..." the vixen purred, shrugging of her dress and showing the kitsune an appealing alternative to innocent girls. "...she wouldn't know how to handle someone like you." she finished, running her palm down the crotch of her husband's pants.
"You make me sound like some sort of beast..." Tamati said in a hurt tone that was ruined by his grin.
"Not quite... but you're like... heavy machinery. Potentially dangerous in the hands of someone without experience in handling... this!" the vixen said, pulling down his pants end exposing the heavy grey length, already firming up as she teasingly ran her fingertips along it. 
Being a bit of an exotic Tamati didn't have the tapered, knotted member like most vulpines, but then again he packed more love-muscle than most foxes, or even lupines could boast of. Enough to show a vixen like Lori a good time, but he knew for a fact that she also enjoyed picking her fruit before it was quite ripe and thus didn't have a problem with modest manhoods, or to the point - boyhoods. Nor was she jealous, since the tow of them had cleared the air early on. An open marriage, with no secrets, complete transparency and if their partners consented a video of any naughtiness to share with their spouse. And they were both into the idea of sharing, so if either had managed to get the nerdy mouse into bed there would likely be two horny vulpines involved.
"Heavy machinery huh? I can live with that..." the kitsune groaned, nine tails fanning out behind him as the vixen kneeling in front of him demonstrated her experience by stirring his cock to hardness with little more than squeezes, caresses and a few loving kisses.
"Hmpfh! I wish you wouldn't show off like that..." Lori harrumphed, pouting for effect before bringing the pursed lips to his dark-grey glans.
"What, the tails? That's just a reflex..."
"It's unfair, that's what it is. You know, most women can't swing as much fluff as I can. I don't know how to feel about my husband having a more fabulous tail than I do..." the vixen said, swinging her luxurious russet appendage for emphasis.
"Think of it this way - I need nine tails just to match your one..." the kitsune groaned as two deft paws wrapped themselves around his now fully erect shaft.
"Well just remember to be mindful of my little vanity. Besides, I have a tentacle-monster fantasy so you really don't want to give me more motivation to shave those nine things, do you?" She teased.
"I think I like being heavy machinery better than I like being a tentacle monster..."
"That's settled then! So, sexmachine, how about we start with some deep-bore drilling and then a bit of jackhammering?" She said, giving his tip a parting kiss before jumping onto the big bed and raising that admittedly gorgeous tail for him. Tamati felt his cock flex at the sight of a pristine pink slit glistening amid short creamy fluff, the sight of the vixen's pucker hidden by her 'bridal plug' - a toy with a white stopper shaped like a rose from a bridal bouquet.
"I gotta say that thing is real pretty. You didn't wear it for the actual wedding, did you?" he asked, taking position behind the heard-shaped vulpine rump.
"What on earth makes you say that?" the vixen asked, pushing out just enough to make the rose catch her hubby's eye.
"Well you were squirming a lot while we danced..."
"I was just antsy to consummate, what with you pressed up against me..." she said, finishing with a soft gasp as strong fingers gripped the end of the toy.
“It’s real pretty, but I gotta say the ones with a ring at the end are easier to pull out. Mind giving me a little help, or would you rather I just play tug of war with your ass?” the burly fox asked, and even though the idea sounded tempting, the toy had teased Lori long enough for the voracious vixen to be desperate for something more substantial back there. With her pushing and him pulling it didn’t take long for her perfect pink pucker to spread wide around the thickest part of a very thick toy, and with one final tug the big white bulb was free of the well-lubed vulpine rump.
“So you wanna do it like this? I gotta say I don’t mind this view…” Tamati said, laying his hands reverently on the heart-shaped ass that was responsible for countless wet dreams as the vixen it belonged to murred happily and swished her tail.
“Tempting, but…”
“A very tempting butt…”
“…how about this?” she asked, nimbly twisting around until she was on her back, her hands gripping the back of her knees as she hit her husband with the fuck-me look that had allowed her to retire in her thirties.
Her new hubby didn’t need any more urging than that, climbing over her and letting the vixen rest her legs against his shoulders as he aimed the dark head of his cock at her winking pucker. She was lubed and ready from carrying that toy around but the vulpine behind was still tight enough to make them both groan as the glistening pink ring opened wide around the kitsune’s glans, the vixen’s toes splaying in mid-air as more and more of the prodigious length was pushed slowly but steadily into her. Trusting her son’s instinct to put headphones on when he saw her go into her bedroom with company, Lori moaned lustily, relishing the sight of the dark-grey ears of her vulpine lover flicking as they caught the sound of a vixen desperate for some lovin’.
Lori had no lack of experience taking even well-endowed males under her tail, a fact that was evident by her steady breathing, and the way her pucker stayed relaxed as she took her husband between her cheeks, apart from an occasional twitch, just because. Tamati went in patiently, savoring the sight of the reclining vixen as he slowly worked to hilt himself. He caught her areolae turning just a touch darker as her nipples firmed up and stuck out of the mouth-watering mounds covered by sinfully-soft fir the color of fresh cream. He laid a hand on one of those globes, a hand that despite its size couldn’t quite palm the vixen’s feminine assets, but one that was strong enough to give the vulpine breast a proper kneading.
With her legs against his shoulders Lori’s bouncy behind was served up at the perfect angle and it didn’t take much longer for the kitsune’s hips to meet the russet rump, the vixen’s pucker flexing almost in triumph as her lover ground himself against her and made the throbbing length trapped in her body rub all the right places. She reached out and cupped his cheek with one hand, using the other to play with her other breast as she looked at her kit through long luxurious lashes.
The slick vulpine ruing clung to him as he pulled out as much as he could, taking his time and smiling as Lori’s ears flicked back before he reversed his direction and pushed more than half his length back into her in just under a second. The sound she’d made had his hips moving on their won, his body responding to the vixen’s desires without bothering to check in with his brain. Not that he’d have done anything differently if it did. Their honeymoon had been short but very eventful, and the resort they’d been to had plenty of interesting places to get frisky and plenty of interesting people to do it with. True, with him towering over his new wife who was almost bent double as she moaned while getting her gorgeous ass fucked few people would realize that this was just them enjoying a quiet moment alone, at least compared to what they’d been up to on the trip.
The mattress groaned as the two amorous vulpines settled into a rhythm, with Tamati plunging down as well as forward, timing every stroke to the moment the voluptuous vixen’s ass would bounce up to meet his thrust. Lori was already well lubed but there was a steady trickle being pumped from her silken slit every time the mammoth cock sheathed itself in her ass. Neither Tamati nor Lori had touched the steamy vulpine sex, but the kitsune’s was sure his lover had already climaxed once and was revving up for another. The vixen had a very active libido and never had trouble getting herself off. She’d told him that was one of the great benefits of being a female in porn – the directors want cumshots to happen when and how they’re scripted so males need to reign themselves in to avoid time-consuming retakes, but the girls can cum as many times as they want to.
“You don’t –mnffhhh!- mind carrying me, do you?” Lori asked, her magnificent breasts bouncing as her ass was bred.
“You mean over the porch?” Tamati said, his voice straining as he kept up the vigorous pace.
“N-ghooo need to go that far…” she crooned, extending her hands towards him as a hint.
Tamati made sure to stay inside that velvety vulpine rear as he let her legs slip from his shoulders, his hands grabbing a handful of plush vixen tush as Lori twined her fingers behind his neck. The muscles along his shoulders and back bulged as he hoisted her up and stepped off the bed, letting her sink back along his steely shaft. Her long legs were stretched out behind him, providing a perfect counter-balance as he bucked against her sliding her off several thick inches before she once again slid back and took everything he had to give her.
He couldn’t pull out as much so Tamati settled for speed – the jackhammering Lori had hinted at earlier. After the softness of her breasts the firm hand-filling cheeks were an altogether different thrill, as was having the buxom vixen sit in his paws while he bounced her on his cock. Her muzzle parted and from between those sensuous lips came the sounds that made the difference between a porn actress and a porn star, a steady stream of shaky moans that seemed to crawl through his ears and do funny things in his brain.
His fingers dug in a little harder as his pace quickened, enough to make Lori’s ears fold her back and her moans to rise an octave. He was close, but he could tell that she was to, so he did his best to try and push her over before he reached the end of his rope. The gray male could feel his sack pulling up against his body as his body prepared to pump the vixen’s rump full of fox-milk, his shaft already flexing in the velvety vise that was Lori’s well-lubed ass. His vision had harrowed to a tunnel focused on that gorgeous face when he felt her pucker tense up and something warm splatter against his lower belly.
The vixen’s ass began to milk him desperately as she whimpered in blissful release, the pulsing of her pucker shattering whatever was left of his restraint. He felt his shaft swell up within that snug tail-hole and threw his head back as his tip erupted, firing he first rope of warm vulpine spunk up the vixen’s ass. His thrusts slowed ,each one timed to the pulsing of his cock, the gray shaft showing white smears as the vixen was bounced on the throbbing erection.
“Mmmnhhh… You know, I love knots, but there’s something about having my ass or pussy pumped while they’re being pumped…” Lori said, her look going from fucked-silly to drop-dead gorgeous with practiced ease.
“So you wanna hit the showers? Feels like this was a messy one…” he said, giving his cock one last flex.
“Surely you don’t expect me to walk after having my poor little tush violated like that, do you?” Lori asked in a honey sweet tone and made no move to dismount.
“David might see us…” Tamati ventured, although he knew it was unlikely to work.
“Not if we’re quick. Now come on stud, let me see you trot!”
*******
“See, it’s not that big!” Lori said, gesturing with her muzzle towards the slick grey glans, her hands being busy pressing two pillowy mounds closed around the rest of the shaft.
“I dunno… let me see it with your boobs out of the way…” Tobi said. The young ram was staring with definite interest at the shaft Lori was polishing with her prodigious chest, when the vixen released her husband’s cock the look turned to surprise bordering on fear.
“It’s huge!” the boy almost bleated out.
“Uhm… thanks?” Tamati replied to a familiar compliment, in spite of the unfamiliar tone.
“No I mean… c’mon Lori you don’t really think I can take this?” he said, laying a hand against the kitsune’s erection and trying not to stare too hard at it.
“Tobi, we’ve been having fun for a while now. How many times did you say ‘that’s too big’ when I showed you a new toy, only to wind up cumming like a firehose with said toy up your ass?” the vixen asked, and the white-furred teen found himself lacking a reply.
It had been a while back that she’d made a ram out of this lamb, taking his cherry back when his horns were little more than nubs. They still had a lot of growing to do, as did the teen wearing them – even though he was a senior Toby’s build was still lanky and lean for the most part. The Ram had a nicely rounded ass, proof that he’d been exercising the way Lori had taught him. But before he went to college, Toby wanted to lose another kind of virginity, so his bubbly butt was about to get a different kind of work-out.
“I know it looks big but there’s no knot, no flare, no barbs. Just inch after inch of smooth skin stretched over thick, hard…”
“Okay, okay, I’ll… I’ll give it a try.” The ram said, interrupting the vixen as she was rubbing the aforementioned shaft against her face.
“Awww, there’s my brave boy!” Lori beamed happily, planting a quick but deep kiss on the ram who she knew was quite vulnerable to them before climbing into bed and beckoning for him to join her. “Now c’mere. Tamati’s going to be nice and gentle with you, but you know how I like to feel my ram ramming…” the vixen said, using her fingers to open her sex and give the blushing cervine a glimpse of her glistening petals.
The young ram climbed into bed and slipped into the vixen with obvious familiarity, with Lori sighing in bliss as his shaft pushed into her waiting sex. Being a slender pink rod the ram’s cock didn’t have much in the way of bells and whistles, but it was hard, hot and long enough to give those hard-to-reach places a nice tickle. The boy ground his sheath against her labia and Lori moaned softly at the sensation of the slender tip pushing against her cervix as the ram nuzzled her pillowy chest. She playfully traced the ridged horns, noticing that the points were dipping down but not yet curling back. Just enough to get a grip on, but still small enough to make Toby look cute rather than manly. He might very well grow into a serious male in his own right, but now he was a bit of a late-bloomer, sensitive and more curious than he was willing to admit. Curious enough that after having Lori play around with his ass he was ready and willing to let a male mount him.
Tamati was still just watching and stroking the humanoid erection that would soon enough be buried under that puffy cervine tail, but for now it was the vixen’s fingers slipping past the winking pucker, the digits glistening with lube as they worked to smear the slippery goo around. She knew how to find little Toby’s prostate, and the moment she grazed the little bump in his lamb-pussy the teen gave a little bleat and bucked into her. The vixen knew that lying on her back she would miss out on the sight of her little lamb’s ass impaled on her husband’s thick shaft, but she knew that Toby might have balked at the idea of taking Tamati without her comforting presence under him.
Once the boy was loose and moaning around three pumping fingers, she figured he was ready enough to lose his cherry. She grabbed a handful of the ram’s cheeks and spread them apart for the grey-furred male behind him, knowing that the sight of the pristine pink pucker and the flagged white tail would be all the signal Tamati needed. The boy mounting her tensed up when he felt a wet glans press into the pink rosebud under his tail, but she knew form the look on his face he no longer had any desire to back out.
“Just relax. Breathe in… and out. In and out… in and…”
“Aaauuuuugghhh!” Toby bleated as Tamati saw his chance and pushed his head into the young ram’s no longer virgin tush.
Lori pressed her lips to Toby’s feeling him hesitate for a few seconds before his long caprine tongue slipped out to wrestle with her own. For all his kinkiness, she knew the ram was a very affectionate boy, and the way he moaned into her mouth made it clear to the vixen the kiss had relaxed him enough for the fox behind him to push a little deeper into that tight alabaster ass. She felt the teen’s hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them the same way she was groping the ram’s buns, still making sure to keep him open wide enough to make Tamati’s job easier.
The ram’s tail actually twitched once the kitsune behind him was hilted, and even though she was loving every moment of making out with Toby as he became her hubby’s little lamb she felt cheated of the sight that obviously had the nine-tailed fox’s attention. The kitsune was staring at the upturned caprine ass and a pink pucker no doubt pulsing and winking around the thick length now buried all the way in the white-furred male. The way his cock was throbbing in her made it clear Toby was loving having hard, warm flesh pressing down on his little boy-button, and she almost whimpered as she imagined her hubby’s heavy sack resting against the ram’s plump balls. In spite of his twinkish build the young ram had very obvious masculine endowments where it mattered, and as Tamati began to slowly pull out she wondered which one of them would be messier by the time this was over.
“Still think it’s too big?” Lori teased, giving one of the ram’s floppy ear a little nibble.
“NghaaaaAaahhh. It’s fah-fine…” the teen bleated out as the fox behind him reversed direction and pushed himself slowly back in.
“Only fine? Come on honey, you can do better than fine, can’t you?” the vixen said, giving one of Toby’s cheeks a little slap before wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her hubby get a good grip.
Caught between the two amorous lupines Toby couldn’t really move that much and certainly couldn’t plunge into his vixen in the hard, strong thrusts that made it clear why it was called ‘ramming’, but her little lamb had always been vocal, and the combination of his moans, gasps and bleats along with the hard, twitching rod stirring around in her snug sex meant that she was getting everything she needed out of it.
And it was obvious the boys were having fun. Tamati was now gripping the bouncy caprine behind as he set a steady tempo, experienced enough in plowing boys like toby to know how to do it. Every time he pushed in Lori could tell the exact moment his glans grazed the young ram’s prostate, by both the twitch of his cock and the noises he was making.
“Haa…haaaaa…haaahhaaa…” the teen moaned, his voice shaking with every thrust into his pliant behind.
“You doin’ okay sweetie?” the vixen asked, giving her lamb a peck to try and loosen his tongue.
“Ha-harder!” Toby bleated and the vixen under him fought to supers a giggle. She felt like she should tease him for almost chickening out when he saw her husband fully erect, but she could tell the boy was desperate to cum and she herself was squirming at the thought of seeing her kinky little ram become her hubby’s ewe.
“You heard him honey, make him bleat!” she said.
She saw the big grey hands move from the bouncy behind to the young ram’s hips, getting a serious grip just before the serious pounding began. Long shaky moans filled the room as the big vulpine began to rut his smaller partner, pounding on the boy’s prostate with every plunge of his cock under that bushy white tail. Embarrassed by the noises he was making, Toby buried his face in Lori’s cleavage, letting the vixen pick up the staccato slaps of her husband’s sack slapping against the moaning teen’s pouch.
“Feel that sweetie? Those fat swinging fox-nuts? That’s all for you sweetie. You’re gonna love taking my hubby’s load up that slutty little tush of yours, moaning and milking him of everything he’s got…” she hushed against one long caprine ear, knowing that a bit of dirty talk tended to really push the boy over. She was hesitant to finish things so fast, but she’d been holding back her own climax and wasn’t sure how long she could keep it up.
But the dirty little idea she’d planted had taken root in the young ram’s impressionable mind, and it took no more than a minute of him contemplating having a male cum inside him to trigger his own orgasm. Lori gasped at the sensation of warm ram spunk blasting against the entrance of her womb, her toes curling as she teetered on the edge of her own climax. She imagined that Toby was deliciously snug to begin with, and that the sensation of the already tight caprine ass clenching up would be more than her hubby could bear. She was proven right when the gray hips slammed home one final time, drawing a bleat from the teen as the male behind him gripped his horns and pumped rope after rope of vulpine seed under the twitching tail.
With the sounds of the two amorous males filling her ears Lori finally let go and added her voice to theirs, letting her body milk her little ram of his cum even as they boy did the same for the male she’d married. Tamati had released Toby’s horns and was running his hands down the teen’s sides and along the curve of the ass still milking him dry while Lori dragged the boy’s muzzle down for a long, sloppy kiss. As they shared a blissful silence filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing, Lori vowed not to let Toby leave for college before she taught him to ride reverse-cowgirl. And het her rump planted on her darling husband’s face, she’d have the perfect seat to watch that cute white butt getting rutted!
*******
David had zoned out on his bed, staring at his tablet screen with big, heavy headphones blocking out whatever it was that his mom and Tamati were doing with their guests. His peripheral vision seemed to register something, and it had been only on reflex that he glanced up from the screen at his bedroom door, his tail fluffing up in shock as he saw a spotted feline standing in it, buck naked.
"Oops! Sorry I thought this was the bathroom..." the ocelot said, looking more bemused than embarrassed. Enough to make David wonder just how long she'd been standing there.
"S-second door on your left..." he said, but the slinky feline didn't seem to be in a rush to use the facilities.
"You okay in here?" she asked in a display of feline curiosity.
"Y-yeah... why do you..."
"I dunno... you just look a little glum, that's all..." the feline said, her tone friendly and casual as she stepped into his room, her svelte body moving soundlessly on padded paws.
"I don't... I don't feel glum..." he replied, still a bit confused by this young female. She was the one who was buck naked and smelling distinctly intimate, yet he was the one who was blushing under his fur and fighting the urge to squirm. And he almost squirmed away when the slinky feline planted her bare rump on the bed right next to him.
"Aww come on, don't play tough for my sake. Must be a bit hard now that your mom's married. It was just the two of you for so long, wasn't it? And now someone else came along..."
"It's not that. I actually... I hoped that getting married would... y'know... slow her down..." David said, trying not to sound like a sulky teen.
“Slow down? Awwww, so you're a little prude, huh?" the feline said, a tease delivered in a bright friendly tone that actually had David smiling. He was trying to figure out how old this cat was - she seemed to be barely taller than he was, and the exposed breasts covered in snow-white fur and edged with the spotted pattern looked youthfully perky, but he remembered the way she'd stood in the doorway, cocking a hip that didn't look like anything a little girl could boast of.
"I'm Polly, by the way." she said, extending a paw towards him.
"David." he said, shaking the hand and marveling at the softness of her paw pads, trying not to imagine where the hands had recently been. "So how come you're..."
"What, not back there making those noises?" she said, drawing the boy's attention to both the squeals, moans and groans, as well as the sound of the bed shaking and jumping. "I'm taking a breather while Samantha takes what she came for."
"She's the gazelle?" the kit asked.
"Yes, and my girlfriend for the past three years or so. But every once in a while she gets the need for something seriously big and a strong male to give it to her, so we hooked up with your mom and her new hubby." she said, and almost on cue the noises the cervine was making rose in pitch and volume.
"Oohh, Tamati must have just grabbed her horns! That really drives her nuts." the cat said, something about her casual and friendly tone making David a little less anxious about the subject of what was going on in his mom's bedroom.
"So you don't... I mean you're only into..."
"Pussy?" the ocelot chirped, taking a delight in his expression. "Nah, I like a male every now and again, but I believe less is more. I'm not quite a big girl and while I can fit a big boy in it just feels uncomfortable when they really start rutting away. What about you?"
"Me!? I don't..." David stammered in shock before the grin on the cat's face made him realize what she'd meant.
"I don't meant what size cock you like! I was just wondering what the son of Lacey Linn was like. You a little lady-killer in the making?"
"No, I... I've never... that is I haven't..."
"You're a virgin?" she asked, with more interest than surprise, continuing when he failed tow work up the nerve to answer. "Hey, no shame in that. You know, for the right kind of girl that's a pretty big turn-on..." she purred, but the twinkle in her eyes made David wonder if she was serious. He found himself kind of hoping she was.
"I... I had a girlfriend... kinda..."
"Mhh, so you've kissed a girl before?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Well let's see how well you do that..." she mused, and a second later David found a hand on his cheek, turning his head to face the gorgeous visage of the impish feline, the black fur surrounding them making her green eyes draw his, stunning him until her spotted muzzle was pressed against his and the bright green orbs hid behind long lashes. The kit felt himself go stiff from terror until the cat's lips pried his own open, her raspy tongue coaxing his own out as he closed his eyes and kissed her back.
"Not bad at all. Still a lot to learn though..." she said after their lips parted, leaving the boy stunned and gasping for air. The green eyes fell and a smile full of bright sharp teeth made him follow the cat's gaze. "Yeah, you definitely like girls..." she said, eyeing the tent in David's shorts. "And I gotta be honest sugar, you're just the kind of boy that gets my tail in a twist..." she said, lashing her thick tail for emphasis. "But this is a bit sudden, so if you aren't up for it just say the word and I'll go back and join the party down the hall. Or, if you feel ready to cross a few milestones, I cans stay here and we can do as much playing as you're comfortable with."
"I... okay..." David gasped out. This was surreal but the sex-kitten sitting next to him was the sort of thing boys his age couldn't really turn down.
"Well then, for starters let's try some hands-on kissing..." she said, pressing his hand to one of her breasts and pressing her lips to his.
The touch of the ocelot's bare boob made David's pulse race so fast that his ears began to ring, and by the time the ringing had faded he could hear Polly gently moaning into their kiss. Genuine or not, it encouraged him to gently squeeze the feline handful as her own paw slid along his belly and under the waistband of his shorts. The feline breasts were on the small side, but they were deliciously perky - two hand-filling bumps on her chest, fluffy-white with little pink circles in the middle. He felt her nipple stiffen against his paw and marveled at how it felt - going from silky smooth skin to something like a hot little pebble. He was sure his fondling was clumsy, but the feline's touch proved deft as she stroked the hard vulpine length leaking against her hand.
He felt her other hand on the back of his head as she gently pushed him down. Going on instinct, David continued to kiss, which got him a purr of approval. He kissed her pointed chin, the white fur along her neck, her collarbone before he was finally pushed down until he was face-to-face with the hard pink tip of her breast. He kissed, licked and once he got up the courage gently nipped the nub, all of it causing the cat to make sounds that made his pulse race. It was only when he decided to take the initiative that she stopped him.
"Oooohhh, that's very gentlemanly of you, but you might want to pass on it this time. This mess isn't all me stud, so unless you want a taste of your mom you’re better off not eating any pussy tonight..." she said, taking a perverse delight in reminding the kit that she'd just come out of his mother's bedroom, reeking of sex. "But oral's always nice, so lemme see what I've been groping, huh?" she said. A moment later David was buck naked, sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard and a hungry-looking cat girl crouched between his legs, with her spotted heart-shaped ass in the air and her muzzle inches form his exposed shaft.
"Okay tiger, just let me know when you're close, okay? I like drinking boys down, but I'd really like to take everything you've got up my cunny, if you're still up for that..."
"Yeah bu-huuuUuhhh!-but wouldn't I last longer if I... I mean, I'd like to make you..."
"...cum?" the feline asked, taking her lips off his tip to do it. "Awww, aren't you just a keeper! Don't worry tiger, any cock that's got one of these..." she said, rubbing his slim knot between thumb and forefinger "...doesn't go down without a fight." she said, leaving the kit confused until she engulfed his cock in her mouth again, and the boy's mind went blank. Even the noises coming from his mom's room - the kind that suggested that one of the women in there was getting the fucking of a lifetime - couldn't divert his attention form the cat suckling on him and looking up at him with those big green eyes.
Polly's tongue was raspy but she seemed to be well aware of it, making sure to be gentle with her licks against the smooth surface of the rosy rod she was slurping around. David found himself just staring blankly at the pretty pattern of spots along her back, and the undulating motion of the long, thick tail sticking out of the perfect behind. It didn't take Polly long to get him close to the edge, but the cat seemed to know how to keep him there, easing up when he seemed in danger of going off. She was skilled enough to make David wonder how many boys had lost their virginities to this voracious kitten purring as she sucked, kissed and fondled him until it was clear that he was near the point of no return.
"You close sugar?" she said, her muzzle still close enough to his cock that he could feel the heat of her breath with every word.
"U-huh..." he said, prompting the feline to nimbly clamber over him.
"You ready for this?" she asked, and in response David wrapped his arms around her waist. "Mhhh, that's what I like to hear. Now don't worry about holding back tiger, cause you're not gonna pull it off. Just enjoy yourself and don't worry - I'm gonna get mine..." she said, aiming her hips and using a paw to angle the kit's leaky cock up. Just her touch had him twitching, and when his tip kissed the warm, soaked lips David felt the muscles in his body grow stiff.
Her moan as she sank down on him made his ears flick, a gasp leaving his own muzzle as he was engulfed in the warm tight embrace of the willowy feline. She laid one paw on his chest and seemed to smile at the wild beating of his heard as the young fox went against what he was told and tried to hold back. She seemed to notice it and gave him a final smile before pushing her hips down, taking his knot with a wet little squelch as David's vision narrowed to those glittering green eyes.
He saw sharp teeth flash as the feline grinned in satisfaction, the perky chest heaving and her perfectly flat tummy trembling as her body eagerly accepted his own. David was doing his best just to get a grip on himself and keep his eyes focused, but the ocelot sitting on his crotch was eating him up with those slitted eyes, taking a kinky delight in her latest conquest. The kit still wasn’t sure how he’d ended up with his cock buried in the snug feline slit of someone who he’d met minutes ago, but as he watched the slinky feline writhe and grind her hips against him he had no regrets giving the greedy kitten his virginity.
“Remember, don’t worry and don’t hold back…” she purred, leaning down and giving him what was a mercifully brief kiss considering David was having trouble getting a grip on his breathing.
Every boy who has a knot learns early on in puberty that nothing feels better than squeezing down on the red lump when you’re getting close to cumming, but his own fist did nothing to prepare him for the sensation of a steamy feline sex molding itself around him, slick silky and thrillingly hot as it quivered against his engorged shaft. He doubted he could have kept a grip on himself Polly had sat still, but the horny cat was practically doing a belly-dance on his lap, her eye-catching hips swaying and grinding as she kept her eyes glued to his face.
“C’mon baby, let me feel it…” she purred, and a moment later her muzzle spit on a toothy grin as the boy under her became a man.
David groaned as the dam broke, every muscle in his body going rigid before they all went slack but one – the hard length stuck firmly in the feline sex, the knot throbbing and the shaft twitching as his sack pulsed with every rope of vulpine seed he was pumping into the spotted cat still swiveling her hips. Normally when David masturbated his tip would spray a dozen or so squirts and that would be it. But this wasn’t a paw griping his cock and his body knew it. The first blasts of kit-milk had been strong enough for him to feel them surging around his length, but with a snug feline sex still wrapped around him his body was still going, pumping out a steady stream as his cock remained as hard as oak.
“Mmmmhhh, feels nice and messy in there. And that’s good ‘cause I’m gonna need it…” the ocelot purred, giving David a brief peck on the lips before leaning forward and bracing her arms against the headboard.
The kit could feel tugging, an electric sensation of the plump feline labia clung to the back of his knot before splaying around it. He felt a strange dismay at the thought that Polly was pulling off, that he’d managed to embarrass himself somehow, but the cat stopped with her sex still clinging – albeit barely – to his knot. He could hear a squirt as the seal of feline lips against a vulpine cock was broken for a second before the cat pushed her hips back, the slippery sex almost pulling him back in.
“Ngghhhh, yeah… Can’t do this with wolves or big dogs, but boys like you are juuustt… rrrrright!” she half-purred half-growled, repeating the same maneuver before she caught a rhythm.
David was gripping his bed sheets and clenching his jaw at the intense sensation of a slinky cat taking his knot over and over again, his vision filled with her perky chest, and the almost painfully hard nipples sticking out pink and proud from a spill of milk-white fur. Her back moved like a slithering snake, undulating as she pulled her hips away from him before pushing back, the knot always close to but never quite popping out of the snug feline slit. The sight of her straining folds caught David’s attention, the pristine pink flesh of her sex clinging to his engorged knot until the mess being churned from the lusty cat hid everything behind a layer of pearly white goo.
The ocelot femme’s purrs became throatier with each tug and plunge, the face framed by her short hair looking a bit wilder with each step she took towards her own climax. The sinuous movement of her hips never wavered but the kit under her could see that she was building up speed, still careful not to let his knot slip all the way up. Now David knew why she didn’t want him trying to hold back. He wasn’t sure if his orgasm had even stopped, but he knew that his cock would soften even a bit while this cunning cat was playing with it. He’d put more cum into the ocelot’s body than he ever dreamt he could produce, and the mess slipping from her with every wet slip of the knot kept the cat’s pussy well lubed.
David’s ears perked when the growling purrs were replaced by gasps, then moans and then a final unrestrained wail as the cat slammed her hips down with enough force to bounce them back up against her, grinding her mound against the kit’s crotch in rapid little circles as her snug sex began to milk the shaft that had already given it’s all. Polly had thrown her head back so David couldn’t see her face, but when she looked down at him she looked like a cat who’d swallowed a canary, rather than one who’d swallowed a fox.
“Heh… I was gonna ask how you liked your first time, but the look on this face says it all…” she said, cupping his muzzle as she lowered her won to kiss him before rising from his knotted shaft without so much as a wince. “I’d love to stay and cuddle kid, and it would be fun checking if you’ve got another one in you, but if I’m gone too long those three might wonder where I am and what I’m up to…” she said, giving him a peck on her cheek before she nimbly strode out of the room, keeping a paw against her crotch and swishing her tail. For a few brief moments David just lay there, listening to the sounds coming from down the hall without really minding them or feeling uncomfortable. But when he heard his mother cry out for someone to ‘give it to her right there!’ he still reached out for his headphones. He’d just done some growing up, but it still wasn’t quite enough…