“Sometimes I hate my job.” Zara grumbled while painstakingly attempting to apply a new mattress cover to the bed by herself. The last corner was always the hardest part, but after some straining, elbow grease and a couple of imaginative swears she managed to push the elastic trimming around the mattress. 
“Finally.” The tall black furred feline sighed to no-one in particular while standing upright and arching her back to ease the ache in her spine. Two of her customers that day had really done a number on the Testing Room; particularly the poor wrinkled, drenched and even somewhat clawed bed. Still, the mess was no real trouble after she’d seen the smiles on the faces of that lovely couple, and they certainly had been profitable and entertaining customers.
Zara bit her lip a little, her imagination being washed away down a stream of consciousness as she absently walked back out of the room, filling in the blanks of her knowledge of what happened in the room earlier that day (the racket they had made certainly gave her some clues) with exciting and steamy theories. Then something suddenly caught her leg, almost sending her flying. When she looked down to inspect the culprit, she wasn’t so much frustrated as curious. 
“Huh.” She simply remarked. “What do you know...” 
It was a small and delicate mask made of firm card and thin fabric, designed to cover the upper part of a person’s face, shaped to fit a bovine’s muzzle and decorated with swirling sequins on a dark purple background. Zara picked the accessory back up with a raised eyebrow, twirled its’ elastic band about in her fingers and allowed her thoughts to drift into nostalgia as she returned to the shop. 
“Hey Sam, I’m gonna go sort through some stock. You good here for a bit?” Zara asked her colleague, a cute blonde feline currently ringing up some items for another customer at the till. 
“Yeah, no prob.” The girl chirped in response, without really looking up from the desk. 
“Thanks.” With that, Zara crept behind the till, through a pair of beaded curtains, and up a set of stairs, still clutching the mask in her hand. 
Unseen to Zara, Sam rolled her eyes and gave a toothy grin once her customer had left. 
“Yeah, ‘stock’, sure.” She thought. “I know that look. You’re just taking some ‘me time’, ain’tcha boss?”  Sam chuckled, tail wafting to and fro, right when the lock on Zara’s bedroom door gave a resounding *Click!*. 
While Sam went about her job, Zara went about reminiscing.  

--- 

“Woah.” Zara aptly said. 
“Oh my god!” Her friend, a curvy and broad bodied bovine by the name of Belle, concurred with a bashful but impressed grin. “And here I thought we’d be under-dressed!” 
The two stood just beyond the entrance hall of the house they’d been invited to that evening; a rather large, pristinely decorated abode occupied by one of Zara’s most frequent customers. All that they had been told was that for the evening’s festivities, clothing was optional and only masks were essential. So naturally, Zara had taken full advantage of the hostess’ rule, and arrived without a lick of clothing on her person aside from the feathered crimson mask fastened around the upper half of her face. Belle, too, had jumped at the opportunity to relax at such an adventurous affair with the freedom of complete nudity, save for her own elegant purple mask. 
Thankfully, neither Zara nor Belle were the type to require validation from the ogling, lustful, stunned stares of strangers to take pride in their beautiful bodies. It seemed all of the guests were far too busy enjoying their own, and each others’, complete nudity to take note of the two new participants to the party. 
Or, more accurately judging by appearances, the orgy. 
“Should’ve known.” Zara sighed, hands on her hips and hot pink eyes narrowed. “Jeanne never did do anything halfway.” 
“No kidding!” Belle laughed, observing the constant groping, humping, stroking, licking and utterly messy pile of passion-possessed bodies lining the cushion covered floor. “Speaking of which, where is this friend of yours? I thought she’d meet us at the door.” 
“Well, I figure if she’s not somewhere in that...” Zara posed, scanning the orgy with her eyes. “She’s probably busy helping herself to a couple o’ guests in the master bedroom. She’s nice enough but that girl is crazy.”  
“Well, that’s a shame.” 
“Hey, it’s her party.” Zara shrugged, then looked back Belle’s way. She really was a gifted girl, with a body so naturally generous in all the right places, yet with such a kind demeanour, energetic attitude and playful sexuality. “Anyway, if you want in on that, don’t let me stop ya.” 
Belle laughed but staunchly shook her head. “Oh no, that looks... Nice, but a bit much to dive right into if you ask me!” She looked Zara over in kind, making no mistake about it either. “But hey, keep your motor running, sexy.” She flaunted to her friend with a wink. There was no other girl she would rather have paraded her naked body around a party with. Not only because of Zara’s liberal, empowering philosophies on sexuality, but because the kitten herself was quite gifted with a tight yet fairly busty body, highlighted with bright, erotic pink in her hair, tail tip and eyes on that particular day. 
“Ohoh, keen are we?” Zara brushed her tail up and down Belle’s thigh a little. “Well, let me grab something to drink, then why don’t we see where the evening takes us?” She purred, beginning to walk into a nearby hallway. “You want anything?” 
“Oh, just a lemonade for me.” Belle followed behind Zara, her attention split evenly between the feline’s enticing perky butt and the other masked partygoers, in case anyone caught her fancy. As they passed around the orgy and began to notice lustful glances cast their way from a few guests, Belle found the thrill of such exhibitionism quite exciting. Enough, in fact, to plant a sudden spank on Zara’s ass just after she caught the kinky feline bumping her hip ‘accidentally’ into some hung ebony stallion on their way to the kitchen. Zara retaliated after her cute squeak and shiver from the impact with a surprisingly swift turn on her heel, arms wrapping firm around Belle’s shoulders and clinging to her neck as she kissed the tall bovine right on the lips. Belle’s eyes widened, but quickly shut as the girls let their mouths and tongues play for a few moments. 
“Easy now...” Zara chuckled, the words meant for both Belle and herself. “Why don’t we check out more of the ‘talent’, first?” 
“Mmm, good call.” Belle agreed, letting Zara go, but still taking hold of her hand, both girls visibly more aroused than before.
As they walked into the kitchen, the sight of more couples and even a threesome at the far side of the room getting naughty almost faded into the walls thanks to how commonplace it all seemed by this point. Indeed, the bevy of drinks and hors d’oeuvres on the marble kitchen tops closer to the pair looked more inviting at that moment in time. 
“By the way, didn’t Taylor say he’d be here?” Belle asked while they helped themselves to the refreshments. 
“Ohh, so you’re after me AND my man, you hussy?” Zara teased while pouring herself a finger of a dark whiskey. 
“Well, I sure wouldn’t say no...” Belle taunted, to which Zara just bumped her friend with her elbow lightly. “Hah, sorry. But you know what I mean.” 
“Yeah, he’s here somewhere, texted me earlier on though and said he’d found himself some lovely company of his own.” 
“Oh yeah? And you’re okay with it?” 
“Yeah, of course! Sweet guy, he sent me a pic of her to ask my permission, and she certainly looks like his type. Another cow by the looks of things, actually. I wonder when he picked up that preference.” Zara rhetorically pondered, casting a sly glare at her friend. 
“Maybe when my man was discovering his fondness for felines.” Belle retorted, while running a hand through Zara’s soft, long, wavy hair. Zara purred and nuzzled into Belle’s palm, casting her mind back for a moment to a particular rendezvous some time before.
“Hee, touché.  But really, he’s always respectful about it. Always asks my permission first if I don’t know the girl, and I know he’d not lay a finger on someone if I said no.” 
“Oh yeah?” Belle asked, stirring some ice into her tall glass of lemonade. “And... Have you ever said no?” 
Zara paused a moment before replying. 
“Like I said... Jeanne’s crazy. Bit too crazy for me to trust her with my man.” 
“Aaaah.” 
“Anyway, most of the time it’s totally cool. And this way we can tell each other what we each got up to tonight. That’s led to some of the best sex we’ve ever had.” 
“Awwwh!” Belle cooed, genuinely touched by how well the couple’s arrangement seemed to work. She raised her glass with a tinkle of the ice cubes inside just as Zara finished whipping up a whiskey and coke. “Well then, here’s to new playmates and awesome sex!” 
“Cheers!” Zara chinked her glass against Belle’s and both women took a drink. Belle sighed in refreshment from the cool fizzy lemonade, while Zara shuddered but grinned from the stiff taste of her liquor. 
“So, what do you think?” Belle leaned in closer to Zara, her bare breasts resting on the (thankfully clean) counter top. “If Taylor’s busy, you seen any ‘talent’ that does take your fancy?” 
After a courtesy ogle of Belle’s chest, Zara returned to lightly sipping her drink and scanning her view of the kitchen with a discerning eye for anyone particularly attractive.  
“Few cute ones I guess, but I dunno yet. Don’t want to get too overwhelmed by ‘choice’, you know? I always figure I’ll know what I like when I...” 
Zara’s words screeched to a sudden halt as she noticed someone new in the corner of the room.
“...see them.” She quietly finished her sentence, gaze transfixed by a barely clothed, youthful, broad shouldered Bengal tiger who had until a moment ago been staring right at Belle’s tits. He’d been swift about hiding his stare, and was now trying to cover it up by looking absently at another couple making out nearby. He wore some variety of pure white toga along with a plain white half-face mask. His right arm, shoulder, and everything from his pecs and above was bare; his build seemed impressive for a man whose facial features and height meant he couldn’t have been older than eighteen. Zara knew that if he was wearing the robe ‘correctly’, then there wasn’t a shred of underwear underneath, a fact that had her smirking. 
He was the picture of an adventurous young man with little experience but lots of potential. She was already sold on him. 
“Damn, you do have good taste, girl.” Belle whispered, having taken note of the stud herself. “Want me to leave you to it?” 
“What? Oh no, he was looking YOU over, hon.” She teased, coiling her tail about Belle’s own. 
“Really?” Belle grinned, quite flattered. “Well, he IS cute... But I don’t want to leave you without someone yummy of your own.” 
“Wanna share then?” She offered.
“Sure!”
“Alright, leave this to me...” Zara walked around the counter, and made a beeline for their newfound friend. 
His eyes darted back to her just as it became clear it was HIM she was approaching. He looked nervous, unsure where to settle his gaze. Thankfully for the cute tiger, Zara was more than experienced enough to make the formalities of flirting as easy as possible. After all, her and Belle being naked had already allowed them to skip a few steps. 
 “Hey there.” She began. 
“Hiya!” The tiger said, a little louder than he’d intended. “Uh, how you doing? Can I get you a drink? I mean, looks like you have one, but...” 
Zara couldn’t help but laugh, but she tried to make her laughter sound less turned off and more charmed. It was quite flattering in itself to see how flustered she’d made him just by talking while naked. 
“Relax, cutie. I just wanted to ask you something.” 
“Oh yeah?” He said, trying his best to look at Zara’s eyes. 
“Mmhmm.” She stepped in close to him, eyelids nearly shutting. “Just wanted to know if you liked what you saw, a second ago. And for that matter, just out of... curiosity... which do you prefer...” 
She gently let a finger dance across his bare pecs. 
“Cows, or pussies?” 
What happened next made Zara gasp with surprise. As though a switch in the tiger’s brain was flicked, the expression he wore on his face after getting over the surprise of Zara’s explicit flirting was a world away from the bright, unassuming and somewhat awkward smile he’d worn until that point. He’d adopted a wide grin that bared his bright white fangs and his hands, previously stunned at his sides while he stood unsure of what to do next, had glued themselves to Zara’s ass in a sudden, impulsive grope. 
 “Well...” Suddenly his every syllable was purred lustfully through his teeth with a need just waiting to be unleashed. “I’d have to try out both to say for certain.” 
Zara had thought that line of hers so good, and yet in moments he’d given the perfect rebuttal. Still, she could and did overlook such dismay in favour of the enjoyment of the wild cat’s fingers sinking into her tush. In response, she pressed both her hands into his chest and puckered her lips as she spoke. 
“Then follow me, so my friend and I can help you make your mind up.” 
She pulled away just enough to lead the tiger away from the corner and over towards Belle, who was already biting her lip, her glass empty and discarded as she joined the felines and the threesome made for the stairs up to the bedrooms. When the three found and snuck into an open, empty bedroom along the upstairs landing, Belle and Zara shared an excited, sultry glance, and a quick yet passionate kiss. It was time for them and their tiger to make their own sweet music. 

--- 

“So...” The tiger began with a somewhat nervous chuckle, while turning in place towards the girls just after the door clicked shut. Before he could fumble through any more awkward attempts at flirtaceous dialogue, he had a pair of generous bovine breasts smearing into his chest. 
“Relax.” Belle whispered, shutting him up promptly. Her hands had splayed across the bare portion of his chest, and just behind her Zara had started circling him, like a predator stalking helpless immobilised prey. “We’ll take good care of you, baby.” 

Joseph’s heart was racing, eyes wide and hands outstretched by his sides, fingers curled as if wanting to grab a hearty hold of her body but unsure of what was appropriate. He hadn’t so much as exchanged names with these women, and yet his rapidly growing member was just a sheet of fabric away from being displayed for their judgment and enjoyment. He’d fantasised about similar situations in advance of this party, and he knew that his lover (and mother), Claire had done the same. But never did either of them think that the night would have actually led to such a situation as this. 
He wondered if it was too late to avoid awkwardness by actually introducing himself. But then, Joseph realised, what was the need? Claire hadn’t even shared names with that sexy lion they got chatting to in the lounge before he’d ‘commanded’ her to let him take her on a ‘tour of the bedrooms’. 
To his own surprise, Joseph didn’t feel jealous at all at the time. Nor did he feel guilty when he finally settled his hands on the small of the bovine’s back and the swell of her right ass cheek. All he felt, both back then and right now, was desire. Even the muted moans and orgasmic howls of the party downstairs were naught more than an echo from some distant planet in comparison to the giggle he heard from the cow lady as her fingers tucked under his robe and pulled more and more of his body into view. 
“Honestly...” Came a sighing, chiding remark from behind him. “Stop teasing the poor boy. He’s gotta be aching under there...” Only now that they were away from the brash volume of the core of the party did Joseph note the cute Irish accent possessed by the kitten. But what he noticed much more prominently was how her fingers slid his robe down from his shoulder with a lot more force and precision than the bovine used. 
“Alright, alright, go ahead.” The bovine cheerfully replied, pulling back just enough to encourage Joseph to relinquish his grasp on her body, much as she seemed to be enjoying it, so that he could be ‘laid bare’ properly.
She didn’t mess around; before he knew it, Joseph was throbbing violently between his legs as the robe was forced to collapse at his feet, leaving the tiger naked and proud. 
“Fuck yeah!” Joseph exclaimed. “I was getting REAL stuffy under that!” 

“Oh...” Belle whimpered as she watched the tiger’s cock flick upwards with the residual force of fabric brushing down over it. She crossed one arm under her breasts, hefting them up in so doing, and bit a finger on her other hand. “Oh my...”
For such a young man, Belle thought, he had a damn impressive dick. Her thighs squirmed, and her eyes drank in the entirety of his toned, fit body, nicely patterned with those thick stripes. 
 “Woah-hoh!” Zara said in the next moment, interrupting Belle’s fantasy a little when she circled back around to the tiger’s front. “You’re not kidding, stud!” With wide eyes, both Zara’s hands spread their fingers across and snaked down his striped chest as she bent at the knees, making no mistake about where her head was going. 
“Mmmm...” He loudly growled, his hands sneaking a quick but fierce grope of both Zara’s soft breasts before she slid too far south for him to reach them. “You hungry, kitty?” He seemed like a fast learner. 
“Famished.” Zara promptly teased. “And I want something big, thick and juicy.” A little corny, Zara thought, but judging by the grind of his hips and the way his hands suddenly sunk into her scalp, he loved it all the same. 
“Hey, hey!” Belle huffed, moving swiftly close to him again before Zara could get too much of a ‘head start’.  “Don’t hog him, you naughty kitty!” She lightly chided, then clasped the youth’s cheek to direct his attention her way, even as Zara nuzzled her cheek into his shaft, coaxing out a clear shiver and hump of his hips. 
“I want you, too.” Belle whispered, an inch from his face, before kissing him deeply, her lips wet and her hand reaching down to tenderly grasp his thick cock, steadying it while Zara gave him a kiss of his own, right around the sensitive head of his manhood. 

Joseph held nothing back this time. With one of his hands encouraging the beautiful black kitten to slide her purring lips inch after inch down his dick, the other desperately sank into the cow’s left breast. 
“Mmmmnnnn!” He growled, tongue thrusting the noise to the back of the older woman’s throat as they made out. Her breast felt so big, soft, warm and welcoming, with the way it practically absorbed his hand. He couldn’t help but compare the feel of her passionate, voluptuous, mature body to that of Claire, being that she was another big, beautiful bovine. Except, this masked temptress kissed with such confidence and force, as if his tongue was liable to be washed away by hers. Even if he adored his mother’s kisses, there was no denying the allure of this woman’s technique. 
Joseph’s eyes were closed shut, not only to enjoy the pleasure of kissing the bovine in a more pure fashion, but because the slow slobbering, forceful bobbing and loud sucking of the feline’s lips deeper and deeper down his cock felt like it’d bring him to climax far too soon if he so much as glanced her way. Not that he didn’t want to ‘feed’ her, but he at least wanted to prove himself to be possessed of a little stamina. If he wanted to make the most of this situation he never thought he’d be in, of having two women in his clutches, Joseph figured it was best to act with confidence and swiftness. So with a pinch to the pert nipple of the cushion he reluctantly let go of, coaxing a hiss in his partner, he chose instead to cradle her chin and make his desires clear. 
“I want to cum in your mouth.” He husked with that same dominant tone he always used with Claire. For a fraction of a moment the bovine met his gaze with a power behind her eyes that dwarfed his own. Yikes.
 “...Nnnh, please?” He softened his statement, lips curled in an awkward unsteady smile. The kitten between his legs was reaching the root of his cock by now every time she descended, head pivoting to really engulf all the male flesh she could. She lashed her tongue over the underside and sometimes popped her head off the tip with a playful giggle. She was melting Joseph away, and he wouldn’t last much longer.

Perhaps he was a little cocky, Belle thought, but that didn’t make him any less cute, especially when under Zara’s duress. And there was a lot to be said for the enthusiastic grasp of an inexperienced yet incredibly eager teen. 
“How polite...” Belle cooed approvingly. “Your mother taught you well.” 
Something in the boy’s face seemed to shift after that statement of hers, as if she’d glimpsed upon somewhat of a sensitive point. But if she had, it couldn’t have been so bad, because when she too sank with hands dancing down his handsomely striped torso to his groin, the tiger’s head thrashed backwards, eyes clenched and mouth agape. 
“Ffffuck...” He adorably whined, hand clenching around Zara’s scalp and hips humping forwards to actually begin fucking the purring black cat’s mouth. His other hand slithered into Belle’s barely-blued and boldly-black hair just in time for her to kneel by her friend’s side. 
“Having fun?” She teased Zara.
“Mmmmhmmm!” Came an immediate, wet reply, a mischevious glow to Zara’s pink eyes while her cheek and throat were bloated time and time again by their companion’s slick, spit-splashing cock. 
“Mmm, well don’t hog the fun, sexy...” Belle said, wrapping her fingers around the very base of the tiger’s dick. “Come here, you...” she encouraged him. In the next moment he’d obediently whipped himself free of Zara’s mouth and was pushing into Belle’s own muzzle. 
“Mmmnnnh...” Belle moaned, eyes shut and mouth filling with the familiar male taste. She held his base steady, knowing fully well that the throbbing feeling in her grip meant his climax was very near. Softly and tenderly, her other palm cupped his hefty balls, coaxing him to let it loose. 
Suddenly from between her legs, Belle felt a slender but forceful pair of fingers pushing between her moistened folds. She cracked an eye open just in time to see and feel in her periphery, Zara nuzzling her cheek. 
“Yummy, isn’t he baby?” She growled. Judging by the slick sound from between Zara’s own thighs and the haggard sound of her voice, she was giving her own slit the same treatment.
“Mhmm...” She mumbled, tingling and wiggling happily around Zara’s digits. 

“Oh god, girls! FUCK! So close!” Joseph couldn’t help himself. He may not have been able to enjoy it for long without cracking like a nut, but all the same he revelled in it.
The sight of the bovine bobbing on it and the feline nuzzling from her friend’s cheek to his fuzzy groin, the sound of their clearly aroused pussies being fingered and those hungry pants and slick moans, and the feel of everything they did to his cock and balls alike... 
No man, Joseph thought at the moment of climax, could have endured all that. 
“NGH! CUMMING!” 
His hands tightened, hips thrusted erratically, and his body completely seized up as the first shots of thick copious seed splattered the cow beauty’s mouth. 
“Mmngh!” She gulped, then quickly plucked her mouth back up off the shaft. “Yes! Gimme!” She cried, tickling his balls and jerking his cock furiously back and forth. Her efforts were instantly rewarded as Joseph’s orgasm intensified further, thick gouts of jizz erupting between the girl’s eyes and right over her face. 
“Haaaah...” The black cat whined, just as Joseph found the willpower to crack his eyes open a notch and glance down at them. She’d opened her mouth wide, expecting a treat of her own. She didn’t have to wait long, either. The cow kept her expertly pleasuring motions up while aiming Joseph’s cockhead at her friend too.
His cum gushed over the cat’s face just as generously as he’d plastered all those thick strands and splats across the cow’s flushed, panting, lip-licking visage. One well aimed shot even burst onto her tongue directly, causing the feline to gasp and quiver.

“Mm, what a mess...” Belle sighed, before licking a trickling strand from Zara’s cheek. Before she could even swallow it, Zara was kissing her hard, and fingering them both even harder. Belle tasted even more of that thick, sticky male essence trailing from Zara’s tongue and washing between their mashed together mouths. Her hands clasped those black furred and now white painted cheeks, relinquishing the tiger’s cock finally.
“Goddamn, girls...” The young man strained out, still catching his breath, body slumped a little as if a breeze would have knocked him on his back. Even as Zara and Belle kissed so passionately with eyes shut and Zara’s fingers keeping their pussies good and stimulated, both still felt the heat from his dick. 
 “I... I want... More... Please...” He asked with a polite growl.
Their lips parted, creating a thick bridge of spit and spunk in between. Both women took clear notice of his cock, poised and polished by their blowjobs, and most importantly fully erect again. 
 “Hmmm, well...” Belle panted. “Since you asked so nicely...” 

--- 

Regardless of how attractive the tiger had looked when Zara first spotted him downstairs, the way he looked at that moment had raised the bar instantly. 
The young man lay on his back on the comfy queen sized bed in the centre of the well furnished bedroom, just as the girls had directed him to. He’d rested his hands under his head, arms raised and torso arching off the duvet as he stretched his muscles. His fur was a little slick with perspiration, his musculature clearer than before now that he was splayed out like a pin up model for Zara and Belle’s delectation. 
His cock lay pointing straight up to his navel, slick with juices, glistening in the dimmed bedroom lights, and no less thick and erect. 
Zara wondered if she could coax him into a spot of modelling for the shop, if she could keep in touch with him after that night. Or at least, a few souvenir photos. 
“Well, ladies?” He purred, licking his lips and patting the sheets by his sides. “Room for two more~” 
Belle exchanged a glance with Zara, and cocked her neck a little, opening her palm in a loose wave towards the tiger. 
‘You first.’ She said through her gesture. 
‘My pleasure’, Zara replied through her grin. 

The black cat waltzed towards him with a swing to her hip that was nothing less than hypnotic. 
“Goddamn, I wanna fuck you.” Joseph admitted, clutching and caressing his balls in his own hand in a meagre attempt to deal with the ache. 
“Bring it.” She promptly responded, then went one step beyond Joseph’s invitation to lay by his side as she instead crawled onto the sheets with legs spread, straddling his hips and stroking one hand down her cleavage and navel until she had his cock in hand. 
“Oh damn...” Joseph panted in wide eyed wonder, doing little to resist the girl’s guiding grasp, especially not as she directed his thick cock straight up until it was aimed right at her petals. 
Joseph inhaled through his nose, staggered and unsteady but utterly entranced. He smelt a vague lavender perfume mixed amongst the pheromones practically dripping from the kitten’s pores. 
“Holy fuck you feel good.” He took a firm hold atop her thighs, and the delightful pliable soft flesh prompted him to really dig in. By the sound of her excited lingering hiss and the first warm grindings of her sex against his cock, it seemed like she liked it a little rough. 
“Ready, baby?” She spoke right in front of his lips, one hand steadying herself with his shoulder while the other aimed his dick up at her pussy. 
Joseph barely scraped out a ‘Hell Yeah’, before she’d sunk down and enveloped him inside her. 

“OHH! Fffuuuuck yeah...” Zara groaned. She spread her hands out across the sexy creamy striped chest that had first attracted her to the young man, and started to slip herself deeper down. His shaft felt so much thicker now that he was in her pussy, and she’d already thought him quite a ‘gifted’ guy. With enough power behind his hips and enough knowledge of a lady’s more sensitive internal spots, Zara thought in the back of her mind that he could really show a girl a good time. 
 “Nnnnh! Oh gawd... ohhh wow...” Zara sang. The tiger growled, head tossed up, hands pushing on her thighs so hard that she couldn’t help but concede to his urge to slap her down balls deep with a wet slapping hump, and keep her there. 
“Nnnh, do I... feel good, stud?” She weakly teased, only to have that confident cooing thwarted when he started to really take her for a ride. He lifted her up as high as he could bear to slide her up from the root of his dick, and even though Zara happily followed his lead by rising on her own strength, even the experienced kinky kitty herself was forced to flinch when he rapidly rammed back up into her sex. 
“Haah! Yes!” 

“NHH! YEAH!” Joseph gasped while fucking up into her snug feline cunt vigorously hard and impressively deep. They’d reached a mutually adored pace now, the girl rising and clapping her juicy ass and tender thighs down at just the right speed to match his humping cock, slapping balls, strong hips and tense buttocks.
After a minute or so, Joseph felt steady enough in his tolerance of the pleasure that he could open his eyes again and stare at her without losing control. And although he did manage as much, the sight of her panting lips, glowing slitted eyes, undulating torso and quaking tail just behind did tempt him into suddenly wrenching his hands into her breasts. 
“Woah...” He breathed. “Soft...” was the only word that he mouthed legibly while his mind tried to deal with the delight of those big, furry and yes, soft breasts nestled between his fingers. The barbell piercings through her nipples made for a tantalising, colder metallic sensation that complemented such hearty, warm handfuls very well. 
“Hahaha, naughty boy!” She chuckled, without dropping the pace of her grinding and fucking. “Always about the boobs...” 
Before he could retort, Joseph’s view was eclipsed by a pair of creamy thighs and a soaked pink cow pussy. The veritable landscape of creamy fur and aching pussy above his face proved more than enough to command his attention. 
“Woah!” Zara playfully reacted to her friend’s movements. “Hey there...” She giggled while beginning to sink her own hands into Belle’s own tits. She had to admit, there was a certain alluring tactile delight to cupping a nice big pair, especially generous ones befitting bovines. Belle sensed Zara’s bubbling pleasure and through her arms around her shoulders, locking their eyes together. 
“Can’t let you have all the fu-” Belle panted, but something cut her off. 
That something being a ravenous, slurping, coiling and best of all vibrating tiger tongue squirmed deep in her cunt. 
“OHH GAWD! YESSS!!!” 

Perhaps if Joseph’s two lovely new bedfellows had met Claire before taking him to bed, they could have been warned about the young man’s real ‘talents’ in the sack. She might have told them how much Joseph’s enjoyment of eating her out always brought out his wild side, making him a veritable feral beast. She might have told them how much harder he fucks with that kind of motivation.
But now it was far too late; they were in the tiger’s grasp with no escape until he’d got what he wanted. 
Joseph’s left hand sank in a ferocious clawed bind into the kitty’s hip. His right hand pulled the cow’s right thigh south, pinning her down with just the one strong arm, pussy to his maw. And from then on, there was no stopping him. 
“NHHAAAAAH! NYAH! OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD!!!” The feline screamed, fingers pressing into cushy bovine breasts as meagre relief for the rapid, vicious, splitting, throbbing fuck that Joseph was suddenly and constantly pounding up into her. 
“OOOOOOH! GOOD BOY!” The bovine babbled out with arms clutching her friend close while Joseph slid his tongue mercilessly along her every internal sweet spot, flicked it fast over her clit and across her mound and shoved it deep within using a constant purr to vibrate pleasure into her core.  
Joseph kept his hold on the women firm, mind and body alike devoted entirely to making them squirm and scream and all too soon cum their brains out with each harsh thrust and ravenous slurp. Their delight was fuel to his fire, motivating the generous young lover and making his own pleasure build faster and faster. He could taste the bovine’s exquisite juices so clearly now amidst his own saliva. The kitten slid her way to and fro along his cock in complete submission to the amazing speed and force he’d put in place, with enough moisture to soak his fur to the roots. 
Joseph thought of little in that moment, obsessively submerged in the pleasure their bodies gave him as he was. But he knew that he couldn’t hold for much longer, so he was resolved into making sure neither girl could, either.

“Ohh fuck... Ri-right... therrrre...!” Zara thrummed, clawed fingers tweaking and groping Belle’s hearty breasts as Joseph’s cock punched into her g-spot. The way he faultlessly continued to work that pressure point was more than a little impressive for one so young, though Zara could feel in everything he did that he too wasn’t far from climax, and she wanted it all inside her.
Belle, meanwhile, was too intoxicated by the pleasure of her muzzle ride to ask anything of their man.
"Muh... More... Yes..." 
Well, except that, obviously. 
The feeling of Zara's cute, mewling, curvy body under her arms and all over her tits was just the icing on the cake, turning an already remarkable oral adventure into a full body sensual overload. One that she could see only one way to bring to a quaking climax. 
"Kiss me baby..." She breathed into Zara's ear. 
Zara didn't flinch for a second, even with her own orgasm roaring towards her. By way of a smearing nuzzle along Belle's cheek she moved her head back and captured the girl's lips. As the pair made out sloppily, hands still groping and massaging, the tiger under them both colliding his cock balls deep into Zara's cunt and flicking from Belle's clit to deep in her folds, the shared pleasure reached breaking point for the girls. And they made no mistake about it.
"MMNNHH! NYAHMMMMNN!!" 
"MNNH! GHH!" 

Before Joseph could feel too elated over being 'victorious' in making the lovely ladies cum first, the sounds and scents and sense of clenching pussy on his dick made him lose it, too. 
"NGH! GUHH..." 
He shunted himself upwards, hips lifting off the bed in an impressive last ditch effort to maximise his ecstasy and feel as much pussy at once as he could. The first explosive hit of spunk poured up into the kitten’s tight tunnel with such pressure that even in his orgasmic stupor Joseph heard her squeak. Every spurt felt so violent, countless pulses of pleasure frying his brain and preventing him from doing much more than sucking with opened lips around the bovine’s squirting cunt.

Belle didn’t mean to make the poor boy uncomfortable, but she was just so wracked with pleasure that it came naturally to her to grind down onto his face. His lack of active cunnilingus didn’t matter one bit any more, not with how hard she’d been forced into a nerve tingling, toe curling, unbelievably lingering orgasm. She was helpless to the feeling, and oh so happy to be so. 
Zara kept one hand on Belle’s cheek, but the other travelled with passionate curiosity into her thick scalp of lightly blued hair while she rode that aggressively cumming cock. She hadn’t needed to feel such a juicy creampie to reach the height she had, but it sure helped keep her there. As her tail quaked her orgasm out more visibly than anything other part of her body, her pussy milked out the gushes of thick fertile feline spunk that their cute young friend forcefed her greedily. Her eyes twitched and rolled up, body slumping down onto Belle as the bovine, too, mellowed out above the teen.  

Joseph even surprised himself with how hard she’d made him cum. Or perhaps, he wondered while gradually softening his hold on the ladies and laying his head to the massively wrinkled pillow beneath, he actually was starting to get better at sex. 
“Wow...” Came an enchanted, if a bit breathless, voice from above. “Not... Bad... Kitty...” He felt a few gentle fingers skating circles in his chest fur. “But you... got more... right?” 
Suddenly Joseph’s view was freed of the woman’s pussy and thighs, and the dim light of the bedroom flooded his vision, causing him to blink rapidly to adjust. But the sights of the next few seconds were about as inspiring as they came for a man embraced in the arms of the afterglow brought by not one but two women. 
The black cat on his lap, weakly mewling and purring and wobbling in post orgasmic haze, eyelids twitching and jaw slack. The patchy cow staring at him so sultry while caressing the both of them. And that cow’s fingers already stirring into her freshly-came cunt. 
“Looks like you’ve done a number on her... But you’ve still got me.” 
Joseph gulped, took a deep breath, and thought hard for a moment. 
Yup, he still felt horny, it seemed. He must have been improving at sex after all. 
“Follow me.” He hungrily purred.

--- 

“FUCK! YES! MORE!” Belle cried, gripping the cool banister in her hands while her breasts smeared along it forwards and back powered by the motions of the hips pummelling her booty several times a second. Between the cold smooth texture and the mild, clear-skied night above on the balcony where they now rutted hard, she might well have felt uncomfortably cold, were it not for the tiger fucking her so hard she couldn’t help but feel hot. 

“Nnnnh! Damn, too loud, babe!” Joseph hissed, staring down at her sexy back and watching her hair bounce and rear cheeks jiggle. 
“Can’t help it, when you’re that rough...” She breathed, barely reducing her volume levels. 
“Nnnh, then you leave me no choice...”

In the next second, Belle found herself sucking on the teen’s fingers. A sudden, aggressive motion, but one she relished, especially in the context of being ‘used’ so publicly. She could hear the boy grunting louder and humping her a little slower, though he still packed enough power to make every splitting thrust his cock made into her pussy wash burning pleasure through her, and no matter how careful he was about it, the fact that they were fucking so publicly really had provided a tantalising twist to the fun. 
As she slurped and moaned on the boy's fingers, Belle gazed down at the well kept, colourful garden that the balcony oversaw. They hadn't seen anyone out there yet, but the party was still in full swing judging by the sound of pumping bass, raucous laughter and shrill sexual moans still echoing out to the garden through the open doors on the ground floor; anyone could have stepped outside at any time, and overheard them.
When Belle actually realised that fact, a wave of kinky pleasure weighed down on her, making her...

"MOOOOO!"

Yes, just like that. 
Except, that wasn't Belle. 
“Woah, someone’s having fun!” Belle actually said when her mouth was freed, in immediate response to the feral, passionate moan that bellowed from under the balcony. It seemed some other bovine had taken a partner of her own just outside of those garden doors, but not gotten too far before they too had gotten down to business. 
“Nnnh, come on baby...” She gazed over her shoulder. The young man looked a little... absent, his eyes wide in shock for some reason. But a quick bump of her rump back into him jostled him back down to earth quick enough. “...Lets’ show ‘em how it’s done.” 

Joseph knew that ‘moo’; there was no mistaking it. That was the ‘moo’ of his dear sexy mother, one that he’d only previously heard when he’d coaxed it from her. And now she was mooing and moaning and even bringing out heartfelt grunts from whatever stud was apparently having at her hard and fast judging by the sinfully slick slaps his sensitive ears picked up. 
In the back of his mind he thought perhaps he should’ve been jealous. But somehow when the big bovine bucked into him to bring his A-Game back, he felt more excited than ever. 
“Fuck yeah!” Joseph announced, leaning his weight into the girl fiercely in a way that made her hair swish, pussy clench and voice shriek. Somewhere underneath them, he thought that he heard his name whimpered in surprise. It didn’t falter his pace. 
Moments later, a pair of slim hands spread up Joseph’s back and over his shoulders. 
“C’mon love...” A slightly husky, slightly Irish voice whispered seductively. “Give her what y’gave me.”  

Zara swung her hips, still feeling her newfound friend’s cum trickling down her right inner thigh. She stood, not exactly ‘steady’ but firm enough, and more than content to simply bask in the voyeuristic delight of him pounding Belle right before her eyes. Now that she’d had her ‘turn’, it was only fair that she make sure Belle got her fair share too. After all, the moans, the sights, the churning aroma of their joined bodies, and the subtle sounds of the couple in the garden itself downstairs that seemed to be motivating the young man further still... It was in itself a memory she already knew she’d treasure.  

--- 

“What a night.” Zara wistfully remarked as she lay on her bed, treasuring the memory of all that had transpired back then with fingers slid beneath her panties. She reminisced not with the rampant enthusiasm required to bring herself to a proper climax, but a gentle, sensual touch powered by her sense of vivid nostalgia. Her eyes were shut so that she might project the sights more visibly into the dark canvas of her eyelids, and her thighs clenched and slowly squirmed, teasing out smaller spikes of tingling delight as she expertly worked her moist folds. 
Zara rolled her head to the right, hair falling down her flushed visage along the way, and with a heaving sigh she opened her eyes to the here and now. There on the bedside cabinet still sat the fine purple mask that had brought all those memories flooding back. A sly smile slowly slithered around her cheeks. That whole experience was far too fun to leave as a pleasant memory. 
Her body resisted as she moved her wetted hand away from her loins and reached for her phone, just behind the mask atop the cabinet. After sucking her fingers clean (enough) and licking her lips with a naughty purr, she scrolled to one of her contacts and placed a call. 
The person picked the call up after just one ring. 
“Hey Belle!” Zara chirped. “How y’doing hon? ... Nah, not bad, little busy. Listen, just wanted to say, we had a couple in the store today I think you’ll remember...”