{ "submission_id": "1479650", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "516", "keyword_name": "blowjob", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "47186" }, { "keyword_id": "3604", "keyword_name": "cowgirl", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7970" }, { "keyword_id": "2357", "keyword_name": "creampie", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "29975" }, { "keyword_id": "12962", "keyword_name": "cum in mouth", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "16392" }, { "keyword_id": "23132", "keyword_name": "cum on face", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "12819" }, { "keyword_id": "4956", "keyword_name": "dirty talk", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1900" }, { "keyword_id": "62", "keyword_name": "feline", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "155106" }, { "keyword_id": "123", "keyword_name": "female", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1108149" }, { "keyword_id": "697", "keyword_name": "groping", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "6069" }, { "keyword_id": "78", "keyword_name": "kissing", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "23593" }, { "keyword_id": "174", "keyword_name": "lion", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "44173" }, { "keyword_id": "165", "keyword_name": "male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1219250" }, { "keyword_id": "1379", "keyword_name": "missionary", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "8435" }, { "keyword_id": "12348", "keyword_name": "swinging", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "476" }, { "keyword_id": "6309", "keyword_name": "titfuck", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3730" }, { "keyword_id": "13047", "keyword_name": "vaginal sex", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "21880" }, { "keyword_id": "1308", "keyword_name": "vixen", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "28548" }, { "keyword_id": "3104", "keyword_name": "vulpine", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "37105" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "13", "create_datetime": "2017-11-13 22:01:34.011302+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "13 Nov 2017 23:01 CET", "last_file_update_datetime": "2017-11-13 21:43:42.891012+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "13 Nov 2017 22:43 CET", "username": "Derpdoop", "user_id": "159222", "user_icon_file_name": "100795_Derpdoop_youravatar.gif", "user_icon_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/100/100795_Derpdoop_youravatar.gif", "user_icon_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/100/100795_Derpdoop_youravatar.gif", "user_icon_url_small": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/100/100795_Derpdoop_youravatar.gif", "file_name": "2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "257", "thumb_huge_y": "257", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "200", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "120", "files": [ { "file_id": "2093182", "file_name": "2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.rtf", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "submission_id": "1479650", "user_id": "159222", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "125a0e7cda2ac1f34a97a93ece2bb4d4", "full_file_md5": "125a0e7cda2ac1f34a97a93ece2bb4d4", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "1bf55e62c53858b112b99021fc65f22e", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2017-11-13 21:43:42.891012+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "13 Nov 2017 22:43 CET", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2093/2093182_Derpdoop_while_the_cat_s_away.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "257", "thumb_huge_y": "257", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "200", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "120" } ], "pools": [], "description": "Another one for y'all! \n\nThis one's been a project I've been picking my way through for a little while now, just a fun thing on the side between one of my characters and one belonging to [iconname]cainesart[/iconname]. \n\nTaylor and Zara have gotten to know Caine and his 'extended family' quite well by now. So when Taylor comes back home early enough for an accidental encounter with one of Zara's newest companions, naturally he takes the chance to get to know her better himself! After all, they have a few common talking points already. Zara, Caine, and experimenting in the bedroom, to name a few~\n\nRena and Clara belong to Caine, Taylor and Zara belong to me.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Another one for y'all!

This one's been a project I've been picking my way through for a little while now, just a fun thing on the side between one of my characters and one belonging to \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tcainesart\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t		\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tcainesart\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
.

Taylor and Zara have gotten to know Caine and his 'extended family' quite well by now. So when Taylor comes back home early enough for an accidental encounter with one of Zara's newest companions, naturally he takes the chance to get to know her better himself! After all, they have a few common talking points already. Zara, Caine, and experimenting in the bedroom, to name a few~

Rena and Clara belong to Caine, Taylor and Zara belong to me.", "writing": "Taylor stood in the doorway to the kitchen, awestruck and perfectly still. \nHe wasn’t massively surprised to see the beautiful voluptuous vixen in his kitchen wearing nothing but a dressing gown, considering the prior warnings that Zara had given him about the ‘girls night’ she was hosting that evening, but it was still quite a sudden and suggestive reminder about what must’ve been happening in his absence thus far. \nHe knew he shouldn’t have looked so intensely, and continued to do so, at her tall bright furred figure wrapped in the soft woolly sky blue gown, stood in front of the kitchen sink with bare feet on the tiled floor and currently clutching a glass of water in both hands. Yet there she stood, staring at him wide eyed mid-sip in frozen shock, and there he stood, staring at her with mouth slightly agape.\nThe gown was tied around her waist just tight enough for her deep cleavage and large breasts to be accentuated further as the garment dipped down from her collarbone. The deep swooping width of her hips was plain to see, and even seeing her bare coat up to her shins gave Taylor’s wild imagination enough to work with. Between her figure, height and the slightest signs of maturity in her muzzle, she must’ve been a few years his senior, but she was no less alluring for it.\nTaylor gulped. For once in his life, he had no idea how to even start.\nIn the end, he went with, \n“Hi.” \n“H-Hey.” \nShe stammered adorably. Taylor didn’t get the impression he’d scared her (the very idea almost wracked him with guilt), but she certainly seemed uncomfortable. That, if nothing else, was more than enough to motivate him to take the initiative. \n“Uh, Rena, right?” \n“Mmm.” She glanced aside awkwardly.\n“I’m Taylor.” He stepped closer carefully, the way one might approach a timid but friendly critter. “Sorry, Zara probably already mentioned me.” Taylor had no idea why an introduction was something to apologise about, but Rena’s beauty and shyness compiled with the suddenness of this encounter made him feel as though he were treading on eggshells. \n“Didn’t mean to scare ya, sorry.” Taylor apologised again. \n“S’okay. Just getting a drink.” Rena gave the gentlest giggle with her reply, brushing a bit of hair from her fringe, just to give her spare hand something to do amidst this painfully awkward exchange. Taylor felt his heart clench up a little at the charming sound of her laughter. He almost felt guilty that he felt so instantly attracted to her. \nAlmost. But then, Zara did say she’d have two guests that evening. And from what little he knew of the other guest, he had an inkling that she would keep his girlfriend busy for a while longer. Enough time to get to know Rena herself better, surely. Of course, a gentleman like himself would never keep a lady like her if she merely wanted to get back to her ‘friends’ as soon as possible. But he certainly could try his best to make her feel at home. In fact he dared say he owed it to her, after making her feel uneasy with such an unfortunately timed entrance. It was the least he could do! \nThat’s what he told himself as he stepped a little further into the kitchen, leaning against the countertop on the other side of the room to her. \n“What d’you think of the shop?” \nShe looked like she was thinking for a moment. “It’s cute.” \n“Really?” \n“Mmm.” \nTaylor realised at that point that he’d have to take, and keep, the conversational lead.\n“Wow, good to hear. Sometimes Zara can be a li’l pushy about it, this whole place is kinda her brainchild. I see her givin’ our friends the grand tour sometimes and I just think, ‘sweetie, our friends don’t need to see all of your glow in the dark sex toys’.” \nRena just chuckled again, a note longer than last time. That alone added fuel to Taylor’s fire. \n“But you liked it, anyway?” \n“Mmmhmm.” She looked at him. “She’s really enthusiastic. It’s nice.” \n“S’one word for it.” He brushed off with a light laugh of his own. “Mind if I grab a drink m’self?” He asked, standing up from the countertop. \n“No problem.” \nTaylor smiled in gratitude and went to the fridge, to his left and Rena’s right. Along the way he noticed, or more accurately felt Rena’s eyes on him as he helped himself to a beer from the bottom shelf. Taylor didn’t often drink – the bottles were more often enjoyed by Zara than him – but it did sometimes take the edge off after a hard day’s work. Or in the face of a stunningly beautiful vixen. \nHe took a sip after closing the fridge and leaning against it; his move had tactically positioned him a smidge closer to Rena, which he hoped would make him feel more confident, but in practice it just made him feel more tense. Her tail whipped to and fro absently under the gown, which he chose to take as a positive sign. \nHe took another sip, if only to fill the dead, awkward air with some kind of activity. \n“What do you do?” Rena hurriedly asked, to Taylor’s surprise. So much so, he almost jumped and spluttered out his drink. That, at least, certainly was a good sign. \n“I help run a little theatre downtown.” He eventually summarised, after steadying himself so as not to cough his words out and lose any charm he might’ve built in her eyes.\n“Oh?” She cooed in a sincerely intrigued chirp. “That must be challenging.”\n“Mm, kinda. Always a few diva’s to deal with. If you don’t have the willpower to hold your ground on some stuff, they’ll walk all over you.” \nRena gave a lingering sound of understanding. \n“I know that feeling.”\n“Ah, it’s not so bad though. I like a challenge, anyway. Ain’t been there long but I like it.” \n“Huh.” She said, in a way that instead said ‘Wow, you’re not quite what I expected.’\n“Hmm?” He said, in a way that instead said ‘Oh yeah? And what exactly did you expect from me?’\nRena paused a moment, biting her tongue figuratively and biting her lip literally. \n“You’re a funny one.” \nTaylor raised an eyebrow, sensing that he’d perhaps made a chink in her socially anxious armour. \n“Oh yeah. I’m hilarious.” \nShe actually did laugh a bit. \n“Say, uh...” Taylor paused, mustering up the confidence he needed. When she looked back at him with her beaming bright eyes, he almost flinched out of sheer fascination. “It’s a little cold in here. Wanna go sit down in the living room?” He knew he was taking a big chance, but he wanted to ride the friendly conversational stream they’d now got going for all it was worth. “I’d love to hear more about you and Clara.” He softened things a bit. \nRena answered with unexpected speed and clarity, her gaze narrowing just a bit. \n“Sure.” She said, in a way that instead said, ‘Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.’ \n\n--- \n\nGrowing up as one of few queer folk in a small town in one of the Southern States, Taylor didn’t get to let his mouth run as wild as he would’ve liked while growing up. If he spoke too much or said the wrong things or spoke to the wrong people, he learned that he could accidentally get himself or his family in trouble. Hence he’d developed the conversational habit of keeping his words brief and unoffensive, until he was quite certain he could speak freely with a conversational partner, at which point the floodgates would open and he’d thoroughly enjoy a satisfying stint of ‘verbal diarrhoea’ in their company. This did however carry the occasional negative side effect of trapping such folks in conversation with him. As such, Zara had, at some point into their relationship, taken up the job of manning those floodgates, and notifying Taylor if and when he was boring or even annoying those he spoke to. \nBut now Zara wasn’t here, and to his own surprise, the conversational floodgates had already opened while in the pleasant, calming company of Rena. But although even Taylor could sense to some extent when he was letting his words loose with reckless abandon, Rena’s attention never seemed to falter.\nIt helped that Taylor really liked his living room, thanks in part to Zara’s good eye for interior design. It was a little dim, but atmospheric, cosy and representative of both of their personalities. Definitely a more ideal spot than the kitchen when it came to getting acquainted with newfound friends and speaking his mind. \nHe hadn’t intended explicitly on sitting next to Rena on the couch, but it just ended up that way, and he wasn’t about to complain. She sat relatively upright, hands on her knees after setting her glass down on a side table, while Taylor rested back into the sofa, his posture lax but his position often shifting as he gestured mid-speech.\nShe was quiet, and chose her words carefully, but when she listened it was clear that she really paid attention. It was charming how attentively she met his gaze, nodded along and made miniature noises of comprehension, even while he spoke for longer stints about work, Zara and his own past, complete with an animated face and dramatic physical expression. He was, when all was said and done, ‘theatre folk’. \nNormally he’d have feared that such trite niceties, and the time he took in saying it all, would have bored such a gem of a girl as her. But if anything she seemed to lean ever closer the more they chatted. She replied a little about herself and by extension her wife Clara in kind, but it was clear she savoured listening more than talking, for the most part. \nThe exception to this rule occurred when Taylor was in the middle of an utterance, only to hear Rena interrupt unexpectedly. \n“Hey, can I...” \n“Mm?” Taylor applied the handbrake to his dialogue as swiftly as he could. \n“Can I sit on your lap?” \nTaylor felt his heart flutter. It took every bit of his concentration not to immediately and desperately approve.\n“Sure.” He warmly replied instead, patting his left thigh. He tucked his legs together a bit to give her a more sturdy platform to perch on.\nRena smiled widely as she picked herself up off the couch cushion by Taylor’s side and moved to settle atop him. As she moved, he was able to sneak a look deep down her cleavage underneath the gown. \nRena gently rested her rear on his lap, facing sideways to his left with legs laying along the couch and back supported by the cushioned armrest to her right. She took a moment to smooth the gown down and shuffle a bit to get comfortable, at which point Taylor couldn’t help himself from giving a half-nervous, half excited grin. \n“Better?” He asked, swooping an arm around her waist to ‘fasten’ her into her seat.\n“Mmmhmm.” She wrapped her left arm around his shoulders while placing her right hand on her own lap. \nTaylor soon placed his spare hand over it. His heart was pounding, and he had no idea where to look. Just the feeling of her satisfying soft weight on him, the soft gown under his fingers, the subtle aroma of whatever perfume was still lingering on her body in the air, and her fingers gently tickling to and fro between his shoulder blades was enough for his snug jeans to feel even tighter. \nIf it weren’t for the look in her eye and the curious strokes of her fingertips, he might’ve fought back his erection, but he knew there was no way Rena couldn’t have expected it after pulling a move like this. He was rapidly swelling up beneath her, rubbing against the underside of her thigh prominently enough for her to feel it with absolute certainty. \nEven so, she kept smiling at him. Perhaps with a deeper blush and the occasional embarrassed flutter of the eyelids, but with no less enthusiasm. \n“Can I kiss you?” He asked outright, more a growl than a question. \n“Okay.” \nDespite her quiet agreement, Rena herself was the one to lean down to press her lips to Taylor’s. Both shut their eyes simultaneously, and for some time they simply sat, lips puckered together, holding one another’s bodies and hands tighter still. Taylor breathed in shaky exhales through his nostrils while he felt his member throb violently. Rena just pressed her lips harder against his in response. \nTaylor pulled her closer still by her waist, moaning lightly as he opened his lips enough for his tongue to tease out, soon to be joined by Rena’s. From that point, their gentle lip lock swiftly descended into a ravenous slathering dance, with her butt wiggling and grinding over his bulge, lips waving and crashing together and tongues swirling in sync. So they stayed for a good few minutes, making out while allowing themselves to be immersed in the passionate atmosphere that’d quickly gathered around them both. \nTaylor wouldn’t have called himself ‘lucky’ to be having this opportunity, but he certainly felt grateful for the opportunity. Rena must have seen something in him she liked, and he had more sense than to waste more time interviewing such a buxom beauty when they could be enjoying one another’s company more intimately than they already were. Whether she liked ‘funny guys’ as she’d labelled him before, or just found him a pleasantly surprising kind of person to be dating her friend, he wasn’t about to let this chance slip by.\nJust as Rena had initiated the kiss, so did she slowly slither her lips back eventually, though not without Taylor nibbling at her lower lip along the way in a manner that made her shiver as soon as his jaws snapped it free. They gazed deep into one another’s eyes with shaky breaths for a few more seconds before Taylor piped up.\n“Maybe...” He panted, hugging her around the waist with both arms. “We should move. We’ve got a spare bedroom...”\n“No...” Rena answered with surprising haste. She somewhat shakily clutched the knotted fabric strip holding her gown together at the front, and pulled it loose. With but a light brush, it fell from her shoulders and exposed her fluffy, massive breasts. “I like you where you are.” \nTaylor sat perfectly still for a moment, without even looking down at Rena’s chest. He could hardly believe what he saw, let alone being able to take advantage of the chance. Though he soon got over it. \nHe accepted the invitation gladly by lifting his hand from her lap and sinking it into her chest, fingers curling and gripping in a slow, deliberate squeeze against her left breast. He leaned forwards, as though pressing forwards to seek another kiss, but grazed past her lips at the last second and slid his tongue in a gentle but passionate lick down to her neck, where his lips properly pursed and his teeth chewed her soft furry flesh. \n“Ahhh!” Rena cried, baring her neck with eyes shut but mouth gaping wide. She held him close, her own hand rising from her lap to press him tighter against her breast, silently encouraging him to explore her as he saw fit. \nTaylor needed no encouraging: her charming little haggard breaths, sharp whimpers and warm body under his grasp... It was more than exciting enough for him to explore her at a leisurely pace. Now that the ice had well and truly broken between them, he saw no reason to restrain his passions for this buxom, beautiful vixen. Though, he was beginning to feel somewhat ‘restrained’ himself, under his waist. \n“W-Wait...” Rena hastily gasped, still under Taylor’s molesting assault. Hesitant as she was to tug him away, Taylor figured he knew why she was piping up, and as such loosened his grip. \nRena actually gestured with a wafting hand for him to give her a few moments to re-gather her composure. Taylor obliged without a word, sitting back and feeling rather proud to have ‘winded her’ so thoroughly, before he’d even really gotten to the good stuff.\n“No fair, you keeping this from me, y’know.” Rena whispered while peeling the gown off of the rest of her body completely and tossing it to the living room floor, after somewhat finding her breath. She slid her hand down to smear and feel her way right along the prominent bulge in his jeans, to which Taylor hissed through his teeth and bucked his hips off the couch slightly. \n“I suppose it’s only fair, then...” Taylor replied, before carefully guiding Rena back to sit beside him, only momentarily while he stood and peeled himself free of his clothing. Once again he felt her eyes on him, but this time there was no mistaking that she was surveying him with lustful passion, not to mention something akin to loving affection, from the way she still struggled to catch her breath. Perhaps, Taylor thought while peeling both his boxers and jeans down his legs, he wasn’t the only one who’d been carefully considering how fondly the other saw them. \nBeing ever the ‘showman’, Taylor felt no small amount of delight in putting himself on display with this impromptu stripshow for Rena. Once he’d wriggled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, having stood with his back to her while doing so, he turned while teasing his vest up and over his chest and arms at a luxuriously slow pace. When he was finally and comfortably stood naked before her, his jet black cock standing free and proud and pointed right at Rena while he supported it in his right palm, Taylor adopted a hungry, practically predatory smile. \n“You like?” Taylor whispered, right at her. \nRena was already slowly kneading one of her massive tits, and biting her lip with long, shuddered breaths. \n“D-Don’t tease me...” Rena sighed, parting her legs and making the arousal between her legs all too clear. “P-Please...” \nSatisfied that he’d made his lovely houseguest feel sufficiently at ease, as was his sole original intention of course, Taylor slowly stepped closer to her, leant down to kiss her lips again quickly yet sweetly, and guided her to lie on her back atop the couch. Her breasts settled where she lay with tantalising size and softness, her warm fur and hardened nipples appearing all the sexier in the low living room light. \n“You just relax, beautiful.” He purred, climbing onto all fours above her and beginning to sink his head south down her body, his words punctuated with pecking kisses. “I’ll take good care of you.” \n\n--- \n\nIt was fairly early into their relationship that Zara and Taylor had first had the talk about their mutual interest in fooling around with other partners. Considering how they’d met, it had until that point been somewhat of an elephant in the room for the newly founded couple: both knew that the other was interested in swinging, but neither knew quite the best way to discuss it or attempt to include the kink in their relationship without damaging their bond. Still, eventually they reached a comfortable agreement on how to go about such ‘experimentation’ in a safe and mutually consented manner. A manner which reassured them both that having others of sexual interest wouldn’t change their status as the sole romantic interest in one another’s lives. \nIn time, the couple grew secure enough in their little swinging adventures to share with one another, in specific and lewd detail, what it was that they both most enjoyed about playing with particular partners. \nFor Zara, amongst other things she enjoyed seeing how any particular partner’s attitude might change in the heat of the moment, at the pinnacle points of intercourse. But also, she’d expressed a deep fondness for playing the voyeur – seeing Taylor have his way with other women and even moreso, other men. \nFor Taylor, as might be unsurprising for a ‘dramatic’ sort, he revelled in being on show: being the focus of attention for any new bedfellows, and having Zara play the ‘audience’ during sessions she was present for, one with a front row seat at that. But what was more, he had expressed an adoration for seeing, feeling and experiencing the myriad, ever differing reactions that each newfound partner might give when he helped himself to them, and they sampled all he had to offer. \nAs such, the only way Taylor could have enjoyed being with Rena even more at that moment, was if Zara was there to witness him diving his tongue into her soaked pussy with one hand pressed to her inner thigh and the other gripping hard around one of her fantastically soft breasts. \nHer reactions were nothing short of adorable, not to mention extremely arousing. He just wished Zara was there to share in it too. Not that it stopped him from feasting on her juices with long and languid licks inside her, purring laps along her slit and tender nuzzles into her thighs, mound and clit. \n“AH! AH! M-MORE!” \nRena squealed, her voice practically melodic. She had said few words since Taylor had started truly exploring her naked form, but the few words he did discern were all the fuel he needed to keep his efforts up. In fact, what she DID say only seemed all the more heartfelt and worthy of truly savouring as a result. \nShe clung to the couch with both hands, occasionally slithering her grasp across to her other breast, running fingers through her thick ruby red hair or sinking digits into his own deep brown mane. Taylor knew the female body well enough to easily pick up on her myriad non-verbal hints. All of it told him clearer than any words could, that she didn’t want him to stop, slow down, or hold back. \nHe nipped the soaked, soft fur on her inner left thigh for a moment, eliciting a quick yelp of pain-laced pleasure from the vixen, before quickly contrasting it with a sinfully slow slurp up the entirety of her pussy lips, paying particular attention to her now very obvious clit, budding and sensitive just above her entrance. \n“Ohh... OHHH! OH GOD! I... I’M...!” \nHer voice was practically musical by this point. And that, along with the apparent fact that she was already nearing the precipice of a hard orgasm, coaxed Taylor into diving his tongue as deep as it could squirm into her tight, tasty folds, with muzzle murring into her slit and eyes casting a tease of a glare up at his newest lover. A glare that Rena caught just in time for it to make her inevitable quaking orgasm all the harder. \n“C-CUMMING! AAAAAH!” \nAfter that short, sharp, telling cry, Rena was more or less silent as the veritable tidal wave of electric ecstasy ran through her body. Taylor needed no more verbal cues to know how good she must have been feeling; he felt it in her humping thighs, quivering muscles and clenching sex. Not to mention, he tasted it with a hungry, luscious growl as her pussy gushed a brief but intense squirt of juices around his tongue and down his throat. \n“Nnnghrrrr...” He purred. His special little way of welcoming all she had to give. He pushed his palm harder into her breast and kept his tongue still for the most part; he gladly stayed where she seemed to need him to be, with the only exception being how he massaged his spare hand around her mound itself, just to really encourage her into cumming as hard as she could, for as long as she wanted, before inevitably and beautifully reclining into the couch, gleefully but shakily panting. \n“Ohh...” She breathed. “Oh, wow...” She even gave a half-awkward chuckle as she caught her breath amidst the tingling afterglow, one arm draped across her brow while her buxom chest rose and fell. \nThat laugh gave Taylor no small amount of joy as he carefully popped his puckered lips free of her pussy with a slick bridge of moisture, broken by a circular lap of his tongue right around the circumference of his muzzle. If she was lucid enough to laugh, he figured, she was almost certainly not down for the count yet. And though the tanned naked lion was not the sort to force a lady into anything, even he would admit that at that moment he was practically burning with desire to claim Rena. As she was able to figure out herself, when he crawled up her body enough to look her in the eyes again. \nRena weakly opened her eyes and first saw the ceiling, then Taylor’s moistened handsome face, then lowered her gaze down his torso to really take how hard he’d stayed. Her grin widened further, red eyes reflecting the dim lounge light beautifully. \n“Zara’s a lucky girl.” She sighed. \n“So is Clara.” Taylor retorted. \n“Sweet of you, but y’know...” Rena squirmed a little, and reached down to grasp and stroke his cock, with enough firmness to make it clear she was far from ‘tapped out’ yet. As Taylor rocked his hips forwards to welcome her touch with softly shut eyes and a deep masculine groan, she just smiled wider and laughed louder, her voice now truly possessed of a syrupy sweet tone. “...you haven’t seen what I can do, yet.” \nTaylor needed no further invitations. Rena had made it quite clear that despite her gentle, sweet, quiet demeanour, she was no skittish little vixen able to be scared off by some hungry predator. \nHe practically pounced forwards, smearing his dick along abdomen until it rested, twitching and girthy, in the soft and fluffy valley of her cleavage. He’d ‘trapped’ her under his thighs where he sat just below the swell of her breasts, with one of his hands combing through her hair as the other held firmly on to the arm of the couch, making it all too clear what he needed from her. \n“Ooooh...” Rena cooed, her heart racing and face aglow with surprise and refreshed lust after Taylor’s sudden pounce. “I take it... you want me to, um, return the favour, handsome?” She punctuated her question with a playful lick over his deep black cockhead. \nTaylor grunted and shoved himself against her muzzle in immediate response. “How’d ya know?” Even now we managed to joke. \nRena gave a courteous giggle, then pushed her breasts right around her new friend’s cock and pursed her lips down over the first few inches. She must have figured, rightfully so, that they’d well and truly passed any need for small talk. \n\n--- \n\nTaylor was struggling to hold on, already. The softness of her breasts, the loving lashes of her tongue, the warmth bathing every inch of his manhood... it was heavenly. But it also threatened to make him erupt at any second. She’d only been at it for two, three minutes maximum; Taylor held no concept of time at that moment, while concentrating so hard on keeping some semblance of endurance.\nRena didn’t seem to mind one bit, from how her lips bobbed, breasts squashed and slid along his now spit-slick dick, and tongue teased mostly against the tender underside of his cock as if she were awaiting a hearty mouthful. Which she was. \n“Mmnnnnnngh...” She would give little lingering moans around his length irregularly, particularly so whenever she changed up her approach by relinquishing his pillowy breast-massage and instead slurping a fair amount of him past her lips, over her tongue and even down her throat. \nTaylor was thankful she didn’t release those moans or slither her lips so far down any more frequently than she seemed to. Not because it didn’t feel amazing – in fact the opposite – it felt too good for him to hold out if held under such tender duress for very long at once. The same logic had kept him from doing anything more himself than just reactively rocking his hips forwards to meet her efforts, and pawing greedily into one of Rena’s soft breasts. \n“Oh... fffuck...” He breathed after Rena popped her lips off his dick following another of her throat-swabbing slurps. \n“That... good, baby?” She asked sweetly, while still rocking her tits around and against his member. \n“YES!” Taylor cried, louder than he’d intended. \n“Mm, good...” Rena just growled in satisfaction, sneaking her face down to nuzzle her cheek into the lion’s aroused, drooling tip. “I, um, don’t get to do this stuff often, so...”\n“W-Wouldn’t have guessed...” Taylor tried to joke, mostly to settle his own focus. “I kinda f-figured you liked girls more.” \n“Mmm...” Rena bit her lip, her hips squirming a little beneath Taylor’s humping body. “It’s... complicated. Lets’ just say, it’s the person that counts.”\nWhatever Rena’s prerequisites were for choosing her lucky bedfellows, Taylor felt immensely flattered to count himself as one of them. But before he could muster the words to say as much, Rena took the breath from his lungs by quickly inhaling his entire cockhead inside her maw while pumping her breasts faster and firmer around his now very nicely lubricated flesh. \n“Mnnnh... Mnnghhh... mmmnn~” She moaned, slurped, gulped and feasted away. \n“OH FUCK! R-RENA!” Taylor gasped, leaning into her and pushing his palms right into her breasts and puffy nipples. He shut his eyes, clenched his teeth and braced for the inevitable. She’d well and truly ‘defeated’ him, and he was more than willing to provide her reward. \n“I-I’m cumming...!” He hastily whimpered, giving her mere moments of notice before he let loose. Just in time, it seemed, for Rena to slide her lips off his dick and open her mouth wide with her tongue just about grazing the sweet spot under his crown. Taylor might’ve wondered where a married woman into women had learned that trick to male sexual anatomy, were he not cumming hard at that moment. \n“NNGHRR!!!” \nWith eyes clenched, teeth nearly locked together, body rigid and cock violently twitching, Taylor let loose the first few shots messily over Rena’s upper maw, cheeks, forehead and bright red hair, not to mention the poor, stained, battered couch. He’d gladly and completely relinquished all control, choosing to let his orgasm ride out in thick waves, all over Rena’s face, neck, breasts... wherever she wanted it. Even within her mouth directly, after she seemed to swiftly inhale his cocktip again to slurp and swallow down a few copious, well earned mouthfuls, the likes of which even stuffed her cheeks a little. Beneath and behind him, Rena even gyrated her hips and felt a clenching of her sex from the deep thrill of it all. Not that Taylor was in any mind to have noticed, while the last hard hits of climax left him humping and grunting her name. \nAs he came down, kneeling with slow deep breaths that saw his chest heaving in and out like powerful waves, he did so while surveying the mess he’d made of her with the same kind of hungry stare that she gave right back. Staring with fiery eyes, a coy smile, and a persistent molesting of her own bust while his cock barely softened against her stained fur. \nThat mutual stare spoke volumes, far more effectively than variety of small talk the likes of which they’d been casually sharing less than an hour before. But in essence, that stare simply said, “I need more of you. Now more than ever.” \n\nHe didn’t hesitate to shuffle away from her breasts, as good as they felt. What was coming was bound to be even better. Still, he reassuringly kept her gaze while laying down atop her just to capture her lips in another slow, luscious kiss. Whether due to the kinky fact that his seed was still soaking into her tastebuds, or the pleasure she herself had taken from the titfucking, Rena growled against his mouth and on an impulsive thrill, tossed her limbs as far around Taylor’s body as she could. In turn, her grasp made it easier for him to turn about in place on the couch until she rested atop him, right where he wanted her. They had to shuffle about a little not to roll off of the couch outright, not that that was very likely to put a damper on their passions at this point in their night. \nAs seconds ticked by, their tongues went from teasing to clashing, their hands went from petting to groping, their bodies went from rubbing to humping. And soon enough, Rena went from laying to sitting atop him, suddenly and feverishly guiding her slick pussy to the tip of his dick. \n“Fill me.” She sang. \n“You got it.” He growled. “I’ll be careful, though.” \n“Don’t be.” Rena corrected him, her voice now more of a husky whisper: a far cry from the kind of subdued mutter she gave when they first exchanged pleasantries in the kitchen. They’d crossed a lot of ground, very fast, and neither of them was complaining. She leaned down and grasped his cheek, kept his twitching dick poised right at her slit, and spoke with complete clarity and sincerity. “Take me as hard as you want, Taylor.”\n“Oh fuck.” Taylor shuddered, before grasping her hips and nodding. “Yes ma’am!” \nWith that, the lion indulged himself, pulling Rena down while pushing his hips up to part her pussy more and more around his cock. Steadily, slowly, sensually...\nUntil he shunted the rest of the way inside her, with a grunt from between his teeth and a sharp thrashing cry from Rena’s gasping mouth. An extremely tight fit, both for the ‘gifted’ lion and the feisty vixen who’d likely never had a man quite as big as he.\n“HAHHH!” Rena squeaked. “Y-YESS!” It seemed she enjoyed the challenge. \n“Fffuck, Rena...!” As did Taylor. \nAfter the both of them let their eyes slowly drift back open, staring at one another with her hands clutching his shoulders and his hands palming her rear, they wasted no time. \n“Unnhf...”\n“Ohhh...!” \nThe both of them panted, whimpered and moaned freely while Rena slid herself up and down Taylor’s dick in steady motions, though Taylor still kept his word: his grip on her fluffy, thick cushiony ass let him ‘guide’ her into pushing her sex down to the root forcefully every time, and every time she did so he would snort excitedly through his nostrils just to cope with the warm, wet and exquisitely tight sensation enveloping his every veiny throbbing inch. \nWhen he wasn’t losing himself in her eyes, Taylor would move his gaze down to her generous breasts, jiggling and swaying with each rise and fall of her body in a tantalising display. Rena meanwhile, did much less surveying of his body, seeming much too wrapped up in the feeling of Taylor’s powerful hands pushing and tugging her just how he liked, and his cock grinding and rubbing right along every sensitive spot within her pussy. \nBut she did gasp and shoot him an enchanting, approving glance when he abruptly began to knead one of her tits. \n“Ahh! N-Naughty boy...” She teased. \n“You, asked for it...” Taylor just shuddered, hurriedly, while shuffling about where he lay enough to prop himself up against the arm of the couch, sitting more upright and gaining a bit more leeway to move as he wanted and needed to inside and against his newfound sexy vixen friend. \nWhile keeping his clutch around Rena’s breast more or less firm, fingers squeezing and releasing in circular kneading strokes, Taylor rocked his hips upwards at a faster rate than before, guided by his other hand on her hip while he drank in her beautiful buxom body from underneath. He would bounce her thighs up by the force of his thrusts, which in turn let him slide back out of her easier, only to smack his way back up all over again as she slid back down his member. The rhythm of it all made it easier for Rena both to rise up and grind back down his cock, and it was having a fast effect on her. \n“Ah! AAHH!” Rena moaned each time Taylor would drive his cock upwards, pumping deep enough inside her to steal her breaths and force her sex to clench up, passionately welcoming him every single time. Soon she was just barely gripping his shoulder in one hand while mashing the other with a wide open palm into his chest. She pressed down hard, but nothing Taylor couldn’t endure while still adoring the feel of her body atop and around him. \n“F-Fuck...” Taylor grunted while drinking in the enchanting sight before him of the curvy vixen riding him with such energy and passion. Out of desire to show her how energetic he too could be when getting so frisky, Taylor followed through on another impulse. \n“C’mere, beautiful.” He whispered while relinquishing Rena’s breast only to wrap both arms around her back and pull her down, where his lips were eagerly waiting. \n“Mmmmmnnh!” Rena moaned around the abrupt but more than welcome kiss. Her fingers vigorously poured through the roots of Taylor’s hair, tracing and pulling and coaxing him on while she also clutching the couch for dear life. Her lips pressed and waved around his, and he seemed only too keen to reciprocate. They breathed in all that they could of one another through their kiss, their touch, and their furiously rutting sexes. \nTaylor was putting his all into every fierce upwards thrust now, having grabbed Rena’s enticing thighs with both hands and powering his cock up into her drenched, tight snatch with everything he had. And even without a more powerful position to help him along, the hard, rough and deep pace by which he split her passage apart and smacked his balls into her parted pussy lips was proving more than enough to drive them both swiftly into complete lustful abandon. \n“T-Taylor!” Rena panted, saliva bridging their lips then trailing between their necks. Taylor felt a rush of pleasure roll through his body; hearing his name from such a velvet voice as hers made the situation even more intimate. “D-Don’t stop! MORE!” \n“Ohh, Rena...!” He gutturally breathed, before mashing his lips to hers again for a quicker but no less ravenous kiss. He did as he was told, although to Taylor it felt like no power short of Armageddon could have stopped him from fucking her at that moment. He felt the familiar, exciting heat spread through his genitals, building with each inch of him that she gripped with such tightness and moisture as he tugged back and shunted forwards, not to mention the very feel of her soft, pillowy body massaging him so abundantly. Although he welcomed his approaching climax gladly, Taylor was nothing if not a ‘gracious host’ right to the end. \n“Babe, I’m g-gonna...!” He hurriedly panted in time with his motions. \nIn a flash, Rena had clasped both his cheeks and was forcing him to stare into her ruby red eyes. \n“Cum in me, any... w-way you want just, nnh, please cum in me Taylor!” She growled, with more and more fire to her voice as the seconds went by. \nTaylor gave a quick but bestial sound. The next thing Rena knew, she’d been rolled off the couch and onto the floor. When she managed to focus her eyes again, she was staring up at the ceiling, and the broad bodied lion looming over her. \n“You got it.” \nRena would have continued to stare up at him, were it not for Taylor using his newly gained hold around her hips to rut down into her with even more power than before. Under the sudden, fast, hard and deep assault, all she could do was arch her back, thrash her head back and gasp her way to a quickly approaching orgasm of her own. \n“AAUGHH! AAHH! T-TAYLOR! M-MORE!” Despite being suddenly unable to caress his body as she had before, Rena felt no small amount of ecstasy every time Taylor shunted his entire thick black dick balls deep inside her soaked vixen pussy, relentlessly pulling up only to force his way down again at a merciless pace. She resigned herself to scraping fistfuls of the rug beneath, while he rocked her towards a massive climax of her own. \nAs wonderful as the view was before, this was on a whole new level for Taylor. Rena was really losing it, and just as she’d directed him to do with such passion, he wasn’t far from letting loose completely either. \n“Rena... Fuck, I’m...” He simply muttered under his breath, being all he could muster up while putting his absolute focus into not only enjoying the delights of her body but bringing her to a mutual and explosive high too.\n“Do it, do it yes yesyesyessssss...!” Rena growled, without even looking his way. He could feel her pussy gripping him even tighter, even if in her passion she mostly had her eyes shut tight. \nBut when she did open her eyes and meet his gaze for just a moment, both Taylor and Rena found they couldn’t bear to break their eye contact. And that needy shared stare was all it took to put them both over the edge. \n“NNGHRRF!!!” \n“NNHH! OHHHFFF-!!!” \nWith a final harsh deep pounding thrust, followed by brief jolting, humping motions to increase the pleasure of the moment, Taylor let loose as deep as he could get inside Rena. From an outsider’s view there was, at first, no signs of the volume of his load by virtue of how deeply he came inside of her. But within moments, thick gouts of fresh feline spunk spurted out from around her sex, splashing and staining the rug and carpet beneath and not to mention marking both their bodies in the copious sexual mess. \nRena, on her end, simply twitched, spasmed, clenched, gasped and helplessly rode out the waves of her continuous, mind frying orgasm with a wide, open mouthed and carefree smile. Her pussy gripped and milked his cock for all he had, naturally following her instincts to keep him deep inside and keep him filling her up. To which end she even managed to bend her knees and prod her ankles into his back; a relatively small act, but one that cemented for the both of them just how much she savoured the feeling of such a rich, deep and thorough creaming. \nA heavy moment lingered, Taylor’s muscles remaining tense but on the precipice of collapse in the tender afterglow while he continued to keep Rena’s lower body aloft. He was torn between the passionate desire to feel her pussy cling to him but a moment longer, and the need to relax his well-worked body after such an intense experience. \nHe cast his gaze over Rena’s bare body; her chest heaved and her breaths were accented with short sharp whimpers. Strands of crimson hair trickled down over her otherwise flushed visage, and her legs were limp with her ankle no longer coaxing his every drop to pour inside her. She had completely and gladly succumbed to the resulting exhaustion, which made a satisfied, tender smile curl across Taylor’s cheeks. Slowly but surely, he let her hips down, extracting his soaked dick from her pussy in so doing, and laid atop her in absolute satisfaction. \nRena gave a sweet sigh, then draped her fingers lightly over the back of the panting lion’s neck. \n“Caine was right about you.” She whispered, with a tone that straddled the line between a dreamy little thought and a genuine compliment. \n“Oh yeah?” Taylor questioned, loosely looking up at Rena. “What’d he say?”\n“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Rena coyly replied, curling a lock of his hair around her fingers. \n“Well, all good things, I hope?”\n“Of course.” She laughed, just for a moment. “You sure lived up to your reputation.” \nTaylor felt like a witty response was on the tip of his tongue... but the moment to deliver it passed, so he just settled on planting a gentle kiss on her lips again. \n\n“Well now.” A familiar voice purred, stopping Taylor’s lips and freezing both their bodies. They snapped to look in the direction of the sound, and found their suspicions right, not that it was necessarily a bad thing. “No wonder you didn’t hear us, you were making a racket o’your own!” \nZara chuckled where she stood by the head of the sofa that Rena and Taylor had collapsed from mere minutes before, clad in a deep purple nightgown of her own. \nAt first, they didn’t quite know what to say, outside of returning Zara’s chuckle with a lot more awkwardness on their side. \nTaylor looked to Rena, who wore the look of someone who knew they shouldn’t have ‘one more slice of cake’ but really wants to. \nHe looked at Zara, his girlfriend, who wore the look of someone who was partially disappointed to have only caught the end of a fun little activity, but mostly happy that it gave them an excuse to join in. \nAnd out of the corner of his eye, he even noticed in the dim doorway in the periphery of his vision, a barely clothed bovine with a smooth, chestnut brown coat, wearing the look of someone who was looking for just the right opening to introduce themselves to the ‘popular’ kids in school. \nFinding a second wind of sorts, Taylor elected himself to be the one to say what it felt like the whole party needed to hear. \n\n“Why don’t you two join us?” \n\nZara’s smile spread further, and she slowly shuffled to her knees while tugging the knot to her nightgown loose. \n“Thought you’d never ask.” She agreed, while the fourth member of the party sauntered, shy yet determined, out of semi-hiding. Rena shot a sweet lovers’ glance to the bovine, which quickened the lady’s pace. \nTaylor let his pearly whites show in a sly grin while he welcomed his girlfriend with a hot kiss just for her. He could hear Clara and Rena making out by their side soon enough, even as he and Rena still draped a hand over one another’s’ bodies. \nNeither Taylor nor Zara seemed to mind one bit: the couple were nothing if not accommodating, after all. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Taylor stood in the doorway to the kitchen, awestruck and perfectly still.
He wasn’t massively surprised to see the beautiful voluptuous vixen in his kitchen wearing nothing but a dressing gown, considering the prior warnings that Zara had given him about the ‘girls night’ she was hosting that evening, but it was still quite a sudden and suggestive reminder about what must’ve been happening in his absence thus far.
He knew he shouldn’t have looked so intensely, and continued to do so, at her tall bright furred figure wrapped in the soft woolly sky blue gown, stood in front of the kitchen sink with bare feet on the tiled floor and currently clutching a glass of water in both hands. Yet there she stood, staring at him wide eyed mid-sip in frozen shock, and there he stood, staring at her with mouth slightly agape.
The gown was tied around her waist just tight enough for her deep cleavage and large breasts to be accentuated further as the garment dipped down from her collarbone. The deep swooping width of her hips was plain to see, and even seeing her bare coat up to her shins gave Taylor’s wild imagination enough to work with. Between her figure, height and the slightest signs of maturity in her muzzle, she must’ve been a few years his senior, but she was no less alluring for it.
Taylor gulped. For once in his life, he had no idea how to even start.
In the end, he went with,
“Hi.”
“H-Hey.”
She stammered adorably. Taylor didn’t get the impression he’d scared her (the very idea almost wracked him with guilt), but she certainly seemed uncomfortable. That, if nothing else, was more than enough to motivate him to take the initiative.
“Uh, Rena, right?”
“Mmm.” She glanced aside awkwardly.
“I’m Taylor.” He stepped closer carefully, the way one might approach a timid but friendly critter. “Sorry, Zara probably already mentioned me.” Taylor had no idea why an introduction was something to apologise about, but Rena’s beauty and shyness compiled with the suddenness of this encounter made him feel as though he were treading on eggshells.
“Didn’t mean to scare ya, sorry.” Taylor apologised again.
“S’okay. Just getting a drink.” Rena gave the gentlest giggle with her reply, brushing a bit of hair from her fringe, just to give her spare hand something to do amidst this painfully awkward exchange. Taylor felt his heart clench up a little at the charming sound of her laughter. He almost felt guilty that he felt so instantly attracted to her.
Almost. But then, Zara did say she’d have two guests that evening. And from what little he knew of the other guest, he had an inkling that she would keep his girlfriend busy for a while longer. Enough time to get to know Rena herself better, surely. Of course, a gentleman like himself would never keep a lady like her if she merely wanted to get back to her ‘friends’ as soon as possible. But he certainly could try his best to make her feel at home. In fact he dared say he owed it to her, after making her feel uneasy with such an unfortunately timed entrance. It was the least he could do!
That’s what he told himself as he stepped a little further into the kitchen, leaning against the countertop on the other side of the room to her.
“What d’you think of the shop?”
She looked like she was thinking for a moment. “It’s cute.”
“Really?”
“Mmm.”
Taylor realised at that point that he’d have to take, and keep, the conversational lead.
“Wow, good to hear. Sometimes Zara can be a li’l pushy about it, this whole place is kinda her brainchild. I see her givin’ our friends the grand tour sometimes and I just think, ‘sweetie, our friends don’t need to see all of your glow in the dark sex toys’.”
Rena just chuckled again, a note longer than last time. That alone added fuel to Taylor’s fire.
“But you liked it, anyway?”
“Mmmhmm.” She looked at him. “She’s really enthusiastic. It’s nice.”
“S’one word for it.” He brushed off with a light laugh of his own. “Mind if I grab a drink m’self?” He asked, standing up from the countertop.
“No problem.”
Taylor smiled in gratitude and went to the fridge, to his left and Rena’s right. Along the way he noticed, or more accurately felt Rena’s eyes on him as he helped himself to a beer from the bottom shelf. Taylor didn’t often drink – the bottles were more often enjoyed by Zara than him – but it did sometimes take the edge off after a hard day’s work. Or in the face of a stunningly beautiful vixen.
He took a sip after closing the fridge and leaning against it; his move had tactically positioned him a smidge closer to Rena, which he hoped would make him feel more confident, but in practice it just made him feel more tense. Her tail whipped to and fro absently under the gown, which he chose to take as a positive sign.
He took another sip, if only to fill the dead, awkward air with some kind of activity.
“What do you do?” Rena hurriedly asked, to Taylor’s surprise. So much so, he almost jumped and spluttered out his drink. That, at least, certainly was a good sign.
“I help run a little theatre downtown.” He eventually summarised, after steadying himself so as not to cough his words out and lose any charm he might’ve built in her eyes.
“Oh?” She cooed in a sincerely intrigued chirp. “That must be challenging.”
“Mm, kinda. Always a few diva’s to deal with. If you don’t have the willpower to hold your ground on some stuff, they’ll walk all over you.”
Rena gave a lingering sound of understanding.
“I know that feeling.”
“Ah, it’s not so bad though. I like a challenge, anyway. Ain’t been there long but I like it.”
“Huh.” She said, in a way that instead said ‘Wow, you’re not quite what I expected.’
“Hmm?” He said, in a way that instead said ‘Oh yeah? And what exactly did you expect from me?’
Rena paused a moment, biting her tongue figuratively and biting her lip literally.
“You’re a funny one.”
Taylor raised an eyebrow, sensing that he’d perhaps made a chink in her socially anxious armour.
“Oh yeah. I’m hilarious.”
She actually did laugh a bit.
“Say, uh...” Taylor paused, mustering up the confidence he needed. When she looked back at him with her beaming bright eyes, he almost flinched out of sheer fascination. “It’s a little cold in here. Wanna go sit down in the living room?” He knew he was taking a big chance, but he wanted to ride the friendly conversational stream they’d now got going for all it was worth. “I’d love to hear more about you and Clara.” He softened things a bit.
Rena answered with unexpected speed and clarity, her gaze narrowing just a bit.
“Sure.” She said, in a way that instead said, ‘Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.’

---

Growing up as one of few queer folk in a small town in one of the Southern States, Taylor didn’t get to let his mouth run as wild as he would’ve liked while growing up. If he spoke too much or said the wrong things or spoke to the wrong people, he learned that he could accidentally get himself or his family in trouble. Hence he’d developed the conversational habit of keeping his words brief and unoffensive, until he was quite certain he could speak freely with a conversational partner, at which point the floodgates would open and he’d thoroughly enjoy a satisfying stint of ‘verbal diarrhoea’ in their company. This did however carry the occasional negative side effect of trapping such folks in conversation with him. As such, Zara had, at some point into their relationship, taken up the job of manning those floodgates, and notifying Taylor if and when he was boring or even annoying those he spoke to.
But now Zara wasn’t here, and to his own surprise, the conversational floodgates had already opened while in the pleasant, calming company of Rena. But although even Taylor could sense to some extent when he was letting his words loose with reckless abandon, Rena’s attention never seemed to falter.
It helped that Taylor really liked his living room, thanks in part to Zara’s good eye for interior design. It was a little dim, but atmospheric, cosy and representative of both of their personalities. Definitely a more ideal spot than the kitchen when it came to getting acquainted with newfound friends and speaking his mind.
He hadn’t intended explicitly on sitting next to Rena on the couch, but it just ended up that way, and he wasn’t about to complain. She sat relatively upright, hands on her knees after setting her glass down on a side table, while Taylor rested back into the sofa, his posture lax but his position often shifting as he gestured mid-speech.
She was quiet, and chose her words carefully, but when she listened it was clear that she really paid attention. It was charming how attentively she met his gaze, nodded along and made miniature noises of comprehension, even while he spoke for longer stints about work, Zara and his own past, complete with an animated face and dramatic physical expression. He was, when all was said and done, ‘theatre folk’.
Normally he’d have feared that such trite niceties, and the time he took in saying it all, would have bored such a gem of a girl as her. But if anything she seemed to lean ever closer the more they chatted. She replied a little about herself and by extension her wife Clara in kind, but it was clear she savoured listening more than talking, for the most part.
The exception to this rule occurred when Taylor was in the middle of an utterance, only to hear Rena interrupt unexpectedly.
“Hey, can I...”
“Mm?” Taylor applied the handbrake to his dialogue as swiftly as he could.
“Can I sit on your lap?”
Taylor felt his heart flutter. It took every bit of his concentration not to immediately and desperately approve.
“Sure.” He warmly replied instead, patting his left thigh. He tucked his legs together a bit to give her a more sturdy platform to perch on.
Rena smiled widely as she picked herself up off the couch cushion by Taylor’s side and moved to settle atop him. As she moved, he was able to sneak a look deep down her cleavage underneath the gown.
Rena gently rested her rear on his lap, facing sideways to his left with legs laying along the couch and back supported by the cushioned armrest to her right. She took a moment to smooth the gown down and shuffle a bit to get comfortable, at which point Taylor couldn’t help himself from giving a half-nervous, half excited grin.
“Better?” He asked, swooping an arm around her waist to ‘fasten’ her into her seat.
“Mmmhmm.” She wrapped her left arm around his shoulders while placing her right hand on her own lap.
Taylor soon placed his spare hand over it. His heart was pounding, and he had no idea where to look. Just the feeling of her satisfying soft weight on him, the soft gown under his fingers, the subtle aroma of whatever perfume was still lingering on her body in the air, and her fingers gently tickling to and fro between his shoulder blades was enough for his snug jeans to feel even tighter.
If it weren’t for the look in her eye and the curious strokes of her fingertips, he might’ve fought back his erection, but he knew there was no way Rena couldn’t have expected it after pulling a move like this. He was rapidly swelling up beneath her, rubbing against the underside of her thigh prominently enough for her to feel it with absolute certainty.
Even so, she kept smiling at him. Perhaps with a deeper blush and the occasional embarrassed flutter of the eyelids, but with no less enthusiasm.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked outright, more a growl than a question.
“Okay.”
Despite her quiet agreement, Rena herself was the one to lean down to press her lips to Taylor’s. Both shut their eyes simultaneously, and for some time they simply sat, lips puckered together, holding one another’s bodies and hands tighter still. Taylor breathed in shaky exhales through his nostrils while he felt his member throb violently. Rena just pressed her lips harder against his in response.
Taylor pulled her closer still by her waist, moaning lightly as he opened his lips enough for his tongue to tease out, soon to be joined by Rena’s. From that point, their gentle lip lock swiftly descended into a ravenous slathering dance, with her butt wiggling and grinding over his bulge, lips waving and crashing together and tongues swirling in sync. So they stayed for a good few minutes, making out while allowing themselves to be immersed in the passionate atmosphere that’d quickly gathered around them both.
Taylor wouldn’t have called himself ‘lucky’ to be having this opportunity, but he certainly felt grateful for the opportunity. Rena must have seen something in him she liked, and he had more sense than to waste more time interviewing such a buxom beauty when they could be enjoying one another’s company more intimately than they already were. Whether she liked ‘funny guys’ as she’d labelled him before, or just found him a pleasantly surprising kind of person to be dating her friend, he wasn’t about to let this chance slip by.
Just as Rena had initiated the kiss, so did she slowly slither her lips back eventually, though not without Taylor nibbling at her lower lip along the way in a manner that made her shiver as soon as his jaws snapped it free. They gazed deep into one another’s eyes with shaky breaths for a few more seconds before Taylor piped up.
“Maybe...” He panted, hugging her around the waist with both arms. “We should move. We’ve got a spare bedroom...”
“No...” Rena answered with surprising haste. She somewhat shakily clutched the knotted fabric strip holding her gown together at the front, and pulled it loose. With but a light brush, it fell from her shoulders and exposed her fluffy, massive breasts. “I like you where you are.”
Taylor sat perfectly still for a moment, without even looking down at Rena’s chest. He could hardly believe what he saw, let alone being able to take advantage of the chance. Though he soon got over it.
He accepted the invitation gladly by lifting his hand from her lap and sinking it into her chest, fingers curling and gripping in a slow, deliberate squeeze against her left breast. He leaned forwards, as though pressing forwards to seek another kiss, but grazed past her lips at the last second and slid his tongue in a gentle but passionate lick down to her neck, where his lips properly pursed and his teeth chewed her soft furry flesh.
“Ahhh!” Rena cried, baring her neck with eyes shut but mouth gaping wide. She held him close, her own hand rising from her lap to press him tighter against her breast, silently encouraging him to explore her as he saw fit.
Taylor needed no encouraging: her charming little haggard breaths, sharp whimpers and warm body under his grasp... It was more than exciting enough for him to explore her at a leisurely pace. Now that the ice had well and truly broken between them, he saw no reason to restrain his passions for this buxom, beautiful vixen. Though, he was beginning to feel somewhat ‘restrained’ himself, under his waist.
“W-Wait...” Rena hastily gasped, still under Taylor’s molesting assault. Hesitant as she was to tug him away, Taylor figured he knew why she was piping up, and as such loosened his grip.
Rena actually gestured with a wafting hand for him to give her a few moments to re-gather her composure. Taylor obliged without a word, sitting back and feeling rather proud to have ‘winded her’ so thoroughly, before he’d even really gotten to the good stuff.
“No fair, you keeping this from me, y’know.” Rena whispered while peeling the gown off of the rest of her body completely and tossing it to the living room floor, after somewhat finding her breath. She slid her hand down to smear and feel her way right along the prominent bulge in his jeans, to which Taylor hissed through his teeth and bucked his hips off the couch slightly.
“I suppose it’s only fair, then...” Taylor replied, before carefully guiding Rena back to sit beside him, only momentarily while he stood and peeled himself free of his clothing. Once again he felt her eyes on him, but this time there was no mistaking that she was surveying him with lustful passion, not to mention something akin to loving affection, from the way she still struggled to catch her breath. Perhaps, Taylor thought while peeling both his boxers and jeans down his legs, he wasn’t the only one who’d been carefully considering how fondly the other saw them.
Being ever the ‘showman’, Taylor felt no small amount of delight in putting himself on display with this impromptu stripshow for Rena. Once he’d wriggled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, having stood with his back to her while doing so, he turned while teasing his vest up and over his chest and arms at a luxuriously slow pace. When he was finally and comfortably stood naked before her, his jet black cock standing free and proud and pointed right at Rena while he supported it in his right palm, Taylor adopted a hungry, practically predatory smile.
“You like?” Taylor whispered, right at her.
Rena was already slowly kneading one of her massive tits, and biting her lip with long, shuddered breaths.
“D-Don’t tease me...” Rena sighed, parting her legs and making the arousal between her legs all too clear. “P-Please...”
Satisfied that he’d made his lovely houseguest feel sufficiently at ease, as was his sole original intention of course, Taylor slowly stepped closer to her, leant down to kiss her lips again quickly yet sweetly, and guided her to lie on her back atop the couch. Her breasts settled where she lay with tantalising size and softness, her warm fur and hardened nipples appearing all the sexier in the low living room light.
“You just relax, beautiful.” He purred, climbing onto all fours above her and beginning to sink his head south down her body, his words punctuated with pecking kisses. “I’ll take good care of you.”

---

It was fairly early into their relationship that Zara and Taylor had first had the talk about their mutual interest in fooling around with other partners. Considering how they’d met, it had until that point been somewhat of an elephant in the room for the newly founded couple: both knew that the other was interested in swinging, but neither knew quite the best way to discuss it or attempt to include the kink in their relationship without damaging their bond. Still, eventually they reached a comfortable agreement on how to go about such ‘experimentation’ in a safe and mutually consented manner. A manner which reassured them both that having others of sexual interest wouldn’t change their status as the sole romantic interest in one another’s lives.
In time, the couple grew secure enough in their little swinging adventures to share with one another, in specific and lewd detail, what it was that they both most enjoyed about playing with particular partners.
For Zara, amongst other things she enjoyed seeing how any particular partner’s attitude might change in the heat of the moment, at the pinnacle points of intercourse. But also, she’d expressed a deep fondness for playing the voyeur – seeing Taylor have his way with other women and even moreso, other men.
For Taylor, as might be unsurprising for a ‘dramatic’ sort, he revelled in being on show: being the focus of attention for any new bedfellows, and having Zara play the ‘audience’ during sessions she was present for, one with a front row seat at that. But what was more, he had expressed an adoration for seeing, feeling and experiencing the myriad, ever differing reactions that each newfound partner might give when he helped himself to them, and they sampled all he had to offer.
As such, the only way Taylor could have enjoyed being with Rena even more at that moment, was if Zara was there to witness him diving his tongue into her soaked pussy with one hand pressed to her inner thigh and the other gripping hard around one of her fantastically soft breasts.
Her reactions were nothing short of adorable, not to mention extremely arousing. He just wished Zara was there to share in it too. Not that it stopped him from feasting on her juices with long and languid licks inside her, purring laps along her slit and tender nuzzles into her thighs, mound and clit.
“AH! AH! M-MORE!”
Rena squealed, her voice practically melodic. She had said few words since Taylor had started truly exploring her naked form, but the few words he did discern were all the fuel he needed to keep his efforts up. In fact, what she DID say only seemed all the more heartfelt and worthy of truly savouring as a result.
She clung to the couch with both hands, occasionally slithering her grasp across to her other breast, running fingers through her thick ruby red hair or sinking digits into his own deep brown mane. Taylor knew the female body well enough to easily pick up on her myriad non-verbal hints. All of it told him clearer than any words could, that she didn’t want him to stop, slow down, or hold back.
He nipped the soaked, soft fur on her inner left thigh for a moment, eliciting a quick yelp of pain-laced pleasure from the vixen, before quickly contrasting it with a sinfully slow slurp up the entirety of her pussy lips, paying particular attention to her now very obvious clit, budding and sensitive just above her entrance.
“Ohh... OHHH! OH GOD! I... I’M...!”
Her voice was practically musical by this point. And that, along with the apparent fact that she was already nearing the precipice of a hard orgasm, coaxed Taylor into diving his tongue as deep as it could squirm into her tight, tasty folds, with muzzle murring into her slit and eyes casting a tease of a glare up at his newest lover. A glare that Rena caught just in time for it to make her inevitable quaking orgasm all the harder.
“C-CUMMING! AAAAAH!”
After that short, sharp, telling cry, Rena was more or less silent as the veritable tidal wave of electric ecstasy ran through her body. Taylor needed no more verbal cues to know how good she must have been feeling; he felt it in her humping thighs, quivering muscles and clenching sex. Not to mention, he tasted it with a hungry, luscious growl as her pussy gushed a brief but intense squirt of juices around his tongue and down his throat.
“Nnnghrrrr...” He purred. His special little way of welcoming all she had to give. He pushed his palm harder into her breast and kept his tongue still for the most part; he gladly stayed where she seemed to need him to be, with the only exception being how he massaged his spare hand around her mound itself, just to really encourage her into cumming as hard as she could, for as long as she wanted, before inevitably and beautifully reclining into the couch, gleefully but shakily panting.
“Ohh...” She breathed. “Oh, wow...” She even gave a half-awkward chuckle as she caught her breath amidst the tingling afterglow, one arm draped across her brow while her buxom chest rose and fell.
That laugh gave Taylor no small amount of joy as he carefully popped his puckered lips free of her pussy with a slick bridge of moisture, broken by a circular lap of his tongue right around the circumference of his muzzle. If she was lucid enough to laugh, he figured, she was almost certainly not down for the count yet. And though the tanned naked lion was not the sort to force a lady into anything, even he would admit that at that moment he was practically burning with desire to claim Rena. As she was able to figure out herself, when he crawled up her body enough to look her in the eyes again.
Rena weakly opened her eyes and first saw the ceiling, then Taylor’s moistened handsome face, then lowered her gaze down his torso to really take how hard he’d stayed. Her grin widened further, red eyes reflecting the dim lounge light beautifully.
“Zara’s a lucky girl.” She sighed.
“So is Clara.” Taylor retorted.
“Sweet of you, but y’know...” Rena squirmed a little, and reached down to grasp and stroke his cock, with enough firmness to make it clear she was far from ‘tapped out’ yet. As Taylor rocked his hips forwards to welcome her touch with softly shut eyes and a deep masculine groan, she just smiled wider and laughed louder, her voice now truly possessed of a syrupy sweet tone. “...you haven’t seen what I can do, yet.”
Taylor needed no further invitations. Rena had made it quite clear that despite her gentle, sweet, quiet demeanour, she was no skittish little vixen able to be scared off by some hungry predator.
He practically pounced forwards, smearing his dick along abdomen until it rested, twitching and girthy, in the soft and fluffy valley of her cleavage. He’d ‘trapped’ her under his thighs where he sat just below the swell of her breasts, with one of his hands combing through her hair as the other held firmly on to the arm of the couch, making it all too clear what he needed from her.
“Ooooh...” Rena cooed, her heart racing and face aglow with surprise and refreshed lust after Taylor’s sudden pounce. “I take it... you want me to, um, return the favour, handsome?” She punctuated her question with a playful lick over his deep black cockhead.
Taylor grunted and shoved himself against her muzzle in immediate response. “How’d ya know?” Even now we managed to joke.
Rena gave a courteous giggle, then pushed her breasts right around her new friend’s cock and pursed her lips down over the first few inches. She must have figured, rightfully so, that they’d well and truly passed any need for small talk.

---

Taylor was struggling to hold on, already. The softness of her breasts, the loving lashes of her tongue, the warmth bathing every inch of his manhood... it was heavenly. But it also threatened to make him erupt at any second. She’d only been at it for two, three minutes maximum; Taylor held no concept of time at that moment, while concentrating so hard on keeping some semblance of endurance.
Rena didn’t seem to mind one bit, from how her lips bobbed, breasts squashed and slid along his now spit-slick dick, and tongue teased mostly against the tender underside of his cock as if she were awaiting a hearty mouthful. Which she was.
“Mmnnnnnngh...” She would give little lingering moans around his length irregularly, particularly so whenever she changed up her approach by relinquishing his pillowy breast-massage and instead slurping a fair amount of him past her lips, over her tongue and even down her throat.
Taylor was thankful she didn’t release those moans or slither her lips so far down any more frequently than she seemed to. Not because it didn’t feel amazing – in fact the opposite – it felt too good for him to hold out if held under such tender duress for very long at once. The same logic had kept him from doing anything more himself than just reactively rocking his hips forwards to meet her efforts, and pawing greedily into one of Rena’s soft breasts.
“Oh... fffuck...” He breathed after Rena popped her lips off his dick following another of her throat-swabbing slurps.
“That... good, baby?” She asked sweetly, while still rocking her tits around and against his member.
“YES!” Taylor cried, louder than he’d intended.
“Mm, good...” Rena just growled in satisfaction, sneaking her face down to nuzzle her cheek into the lion’s aroused, drooling tip. “I, um, don’t get to do this stuff often, so...”
“W-Wouldn’t have guessed...” Taylor tried to joke, mostly to settle his own focus. “I kinda f-figured you liked girls more.”
“Mmm...” Rena bit her lip, her hips squirming a little beneath Taylor’s humping body. “It’s... complicated. Lets’ just say, it’s the person that counts.”
Whatever Rena’s prerequisites were for choosing her lucky bedfellows, Taylor felt immensely flattered to count himself as one of them. But before he could muster the words to say as much, Rena took the breath from his lungs by quickly inhaling his entire cockhead inside her maw while pumping her breasts faster and firmer around his now very nicely lubricated flesh.
“Mnnnh... Mnnghhh... mmmnn~” She moaned, slurped, gulped and feasted away.
“OH FUCK! R-RENA!” Taylor gasped, leaning into her and pushing his palms right into her breasts and puffy nipples. He shut his eyes, clenched his teeth and braced for the inevitable. She’d well and truly ‘defeated’ him, and he was more than willing to provide her reward.
“I-I’m cumming...!” He hastily whimpered, giving her mere moments of notice before he let loose. Just in time, it seemed, for Rena to slide her lips off his dick and open her mouth wide with her tongue just about grazing the sweet spot under his crown. Taylor might’ve wondered where a married woman into women had learned that trick to male sexual anatomy, were he not cumming hard at that moment.
“NNGHRR!!!”
With eyes clenched, teeth nearly locked together, body rigid and cock violently twitching, Taylor let loose the first few shots messily over Rena’s upper maw, cheeks, forehead and bright red hair, not to mention the poor, stained, battered couch. He’d gladly and completely relinquished all control, choosing to let his orgasm ride out in thick waves, all over Rena’s face, neck, breasts... wherever she wanted it. Even within her mouth directly, after she seemed to swiftly inhale his cocktip again to slurp and swallow down a few copious, well earned mouthfuls, the likes of which even stuffed her cheeks a little. Beneath and behind him, Rena even gyrated her hips and felt a clenching of her sex from the deep thrill of it all. Not that Taylor was in any mind to have noticed, while the last hard hits of climax left him humping and grunting her name.
As he came down, kneeling with slow deep breaths that saw his chest heaving in and out like powerful waves, he did so while surveying the mess he’d made of her with the same kind of hungry stare that she gave right back. Staring with fiery eyes, a coy smile, and a persistent molesting of her own bust while his cock barely softened against her stained fur.
That mutual stare spoke volumes, far more effectively than variety of small talk the likes of which they’d been casually sharing less than an hour before. But in essence, that stare simply said, “I need more of you. Now more than ever.”

He didn’t hesitate to shuffle away from her breasts, as good as they felt. What was coming was bound to be even better. Still, he reassuringly kept her gaze while laying down atop her just to capture her lips in another slow, luscious kiss. Whether due to the kinky fact that his seed was still soaking into her tastebuds, or the pleasure she herself had taken from the titfucking, Rena growled against his mouth and on an impulsive thrill, tossed her limbs as far around Taylor’s body as she could. In turn, her grasp made it easier for him to turn about in place on the couch until she rested atop him, right where he wanted her. They had to shuffle about a little not to roll off of the couch outright, not that that was very likely to put a damper on their passions at this point in their night.
As seconds ticked by, their tongues went from teasing to clashing, their hands went from petting to groping, their bodies went from rubbing to humping. And soon enough, Rena went from laying to sitting atop him, suddenly and feverishly guiding her slick pussy to the tip of his dick.
“Fill me.” She sang.
“You got it.” He growled. “I’ll be careful, though.”
“Don’t be.” Rena corrected him, her voice now more of a husky whisper: a far cry from the kind of subdued mutter she gave when they first exchanged pleasantries in the kitchen. They’d crossed a lot of ground, very fast, and neither of them was complaining. She leaned down and grasped his cheek, kept his twitching dick poised right at her slit, and spoke with complete clarity and sincerity. “Take me as hard as you want, Taylor.”
“Oh fuck.” Taylor shuddered, before grasping her hips and nodding. “Yes ma’am!”
With that, the lion indulged himself, pulling Rena down while pushing his hips up to part her pussy more and more around his cock. Steadily, slowly, sensually...
Until he shunted the rest of the way inside her, with a grunt from between his teeth and a sharp thrashing cry from Rena’s gasping mouth. An extremely tight fit, both for the ‘gifted’ lion and the feisty vixen who’d likely never had a man quite as big as he.
“HAHHH!” Rena squeaked. “Y-YESS!” It seemed she enjoyed the challenge.
“Fffuck, Rena...!” As did Taylor.
After the both of them let their eyes slowly drift back open, staring at one another with her hands clutching his shoulders and his hands palming her rear, they wasted no time.
“Unnhf...”
“Ohhh...!”
The both of them panted, whimpered and moaned freely while Rena slid herself up and down Taylor’s dick in steady motions, though Taylor still kept his word: his grip on her fluffy, thick cushiony ass let him ‘guide’ her into pushing her sex down to the root forcefully every time, and every time she did so he would snort excitedly through his nostrils just to cope with the warm, wet and exquisitely tight sensation enveloping his every veiny throbbing inch.
When he wasn’t losing himself in her eyes, Taylor would move his gaze down to her generous breasts, jiggling and swaying with each rise and fall of her body in a tantalising display. Rena meanwhile, did much less surveying of his body, seeming much too wrapped up in the feeling of Taylor’s powerful hands pushing and tugging her just how he liked, and his cock grinding and rubbing right along every sensitive spot within her pussy.
But she did gasp and shoot him an enchanting, approving glance when he abruptly began to knead one of her tits.
“Ahh! N-Naughty boy...” She teased.
“You, asked for it...” Taylor just shuddered, hurriedly, while shuffling about where he lay enough to prop himself up against the arm of the couch, sitting more upright and gaining a bit more leeway to move as he wanted and needed to inside and against his newfound sexy vixen friend.
While keeping his clutch around Rena’s breast more or less firm, fingers squeezing and releasing in circular kneading strokes, Taylor rocked his hips upwards at a faster rate than before, guided by his other hand on her hip while he drank in her beautiful buxom body from underneath. He would bounce her thighs up by the force of his thrusts, which in turn let him slide back out of her easier, only to smack his way back up all over again as she slid back down his member. The rhythm of it all made it easier for Rena both to rise up and grind back down his cock, and it was having a fast effect on her.
“Ah! AAHH!” Rena moaned each time Taylor would drive his cock upwards, pumping deep enough inside her to steal her breaths and force her sex to clench up, passionately welcoming him every single time. Soon she was just barely gripping his shoulder in one hand while mashing the other with a wide open palm into his chest. She pressed down hard, but nothing Taylor couldn’t endure while still adoring the feel of her body atop and around him.
“F-Fuck...” Taylor grunted while drinking in the enchanting sight before him of the curvy vixen riding him with such energy and passion. Out of desire to show her how energetic he too could be when getting so frisky, Taylor followed through on another impulse.
“C’mere, beautiful.” He whispered while relinquishing Rena’s breast only to wrap both arms around her back and pull her down, where his lips were eagerly waiting.
“Mmmmmnnh!” Rena moaned around the abrupt but more than welcome kiss. Her fingers vigorously poured through the roots of Taylor’s hair, tracing and pulling and coaxing him on while she also clutching the couch for dear life. Her lips pressed and waved around his, and he seemed only too keen to reciprocate. They breathed in all that they could of one another through their kiss, their touch, and their furiously rutting sexes.
Taylor was putting his all into every fierce upwards thrust now, having grabbed Rena’s enticing thighs with both hands and powering his cock up into her drenched, tight snatch with everything he had. And even without a more powerful position to help him along, the hard, rough and deep pace by which he split her passage apart and smacked his balls into her parted pussy lips was proving more than enough to drive them both swiftly into complete lustful abandon.
“T-Taylor!” Rena panted, saliva bridging their lips then trailing between their necks. Taylor felt a rush of pleasure roll through his body; hearing his name from such a velvet voice as hers made the situation even more intimate. “D-Don’t stop! MORE!”  
“Ohh, Rena...!” He gutturally breathed, before mashing his lips to hers again for a quicker but no less ravenous kiss. He did as he was told, although to Taylor it felt like no power short of Armageddon could have stopped him from fucking her at that moment. He felt the familiar, exciting heat spread through his genitals, building with each inch of him that she gripped with such tightness and moisture as he tugged back and shunted forwards, not to mention the very feel of her soft, pillowy body massaging him so abundantly. Although he welcomed his approaching climax gladly, Taylor was nothing if not a ‘gracious host’ right to the end.
“Babe, I’m g-gonna...!” He hurriedly panted in time with his motions.
In a flash, Rena had clasped both his cheeks and was forcing him to stare into her ruby red eyes.
“Cum in me, any... w-way you want just, nnh, please cum in me Taylor!” She growled, with more and more fire to her voice as the seconds went by.
Taylor gave a quick but bestial sound. The next thing Rena knew, she’d been rolled off the couch and onto the floor. When she managed to focus her eyes again, she was staring up at the ceiling, and the broad bodied lion looming over her.
“You got it.”
Rena would have continued to stare up at him, were it not for Taylor using his newly gained hold around her hips to rut down into her with even more power than before. Under the sudden, fast, hard and deep assault, all she could do was arch her back, thrash her head back and gasp her way to a quickly approaching orgasm of her own.
“AAUGHH! AAHH! T-TAYLOR! M-MORE!” Despite being suddenly unable to caress his body as she had before, Rena felt no small amount of ecstasy every time Taylor shunted his entire thick black dick balls deep inside her soaked vixen pussy, relentlessly pulling up only to force his way down again at a merciless pace. She resigned herself to scraping fistfuls of the rug beneath, while he rocked her towards a massive climax of her own.
As wonderful as the view was before, this was on a whole new level for Taylor. Rena was really losing it, and just as she’d directed him to do with such passion, he wasn’t far from letting loose completely either.
“Rena... Fuck, I’m...” He simply muttered under his breath, being all he could muster up while putting his absolute focus into not only enjoying the delights of her body but bringing her to a mutual and explosive high too.
“Do it, do it yes yesyesyessssss...!” Rena growled, without even looking his way. He could feel her pussy gripping him even tighter, even if in her passion she mostly had her eyes shut tight.
But when she did open her eyes and meet his gaze for just a moment, both Taylor and Rena found they couldn’t bear to break their eye contact. And that needy shared stare was all it took to put them both over the edge.
“NNGHRRF!!!”
“NNHH! OHHHFFF-!!!”  
With a final harsh deep pounding thrust, followed by brief jolting, humping motions to increase the pleasure of the moment, Taylor let loose as deep as he could get inside Rena. From an outsider’s view there was, at first, no signs of the volume of his load by virtue of how deeply he came inside of her. But within moments, thick gouts of fresh feline spunk spurted out from around her sex, splashing and staining the rug and carpet beneath and not to mention marking both their bodies in the copious sexual mess.
Rena, on her end, simply twitched, spasmed, clenched, gasped and helplessly rode out the waves of her continuous, mind frying orgasm with a wide, open mouthed and carefree smile. Her pussy gripped and milked his cock for all he had, naturally following her instincts to keep him deep inside and keep him filling her up. To which end she even managed to bend her knees and prod her ankles into his back; a relatively small act, but one that cemented for the both of them just how much she savoured the feeling of such a rich, deep and thorough creaming.
A heavy moment lingered, Taylor’s muscles remaining tense but on the precipice of collapse in the tender afterglow while he continued to keep Rena’s lower body aloft. He was torn between the passionate desire to feel her pussy cling to him but a moment longer, and the need to relax his well-worked body after such an intense experience.
He cast his gaze over Rena’s bare body; her chest heaved and her breaths were accented with short sharp whimpers. Strands of crimson hair trickled down over her otherwise flushed visage, and her legs were limp with her ankle no longer coaxing his every drop to pour inside her.  She had completely and gladly succumbed to the resulting exhaustion, which made a satisfied, tender smile curl across Taylor’s cheeks. Slowly but surely, he let her hips down, extracting his soaked dick from her pussy in so doing, and laid atop her in absolute satisfaction.
Rena gave a sweet sigh, then draped her fingers lightly over the back of the panting lion’s neck.
“Caine was right about you.” She whispered, with a tone that straddled the line between a dreamy little thought and a genuine compliment.
“Oh yeah?” Taylor questioned, loosely looking up at Rena. “What’d he say?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Rena coyly replied, curling a lock of his hair around her fingers.
“Well, all good things, I hope?”
“Of course.” She laughed, just for a moment. “You sure lived up to your reputation.”
Taylor felt like a witty response was on the tip of his tongue... but the moment to deliver it passed, so he just settled on planting a gentle kiss on her lips again.

“Well now.” A familiar voice purred, stopping Taylor’s lips and freezing both their bodies. They snapped to look in the direction of the sound, and found their suspicions right, not that it was necessarily a bad thing. “No wonder you didn’t hear us, you were making a racket o’your own!”
Zara chuckled where she stood by the head of the sofa that Rena and Taylor had collapsed from mere minutes before, clad in a deep purple nightgown of her own.
At first, they didn’t quite know what to say, outside of returning Zara’s chuckle with a lot more awkwardness on their side.
Taylor looked to Rena, who wore the look of someone who knew they shouldn’t have ‘one more slice of cake’ but really wants to.
He looked at Zara, his girlfriend, who wore the look of someone who was partially disappointed to have only caught the end of a fun little activity, but mostly happy that it gave them an excuse to join in.
And out of the corner of his eye, he even noticed in the dim doorway in the periphery of his vision, a barely clothed bovine with a smooth, chestnut brown coat, wearing the look of someone who was looking for just the right opening to introduce themselves to the ‘popular’ kids in school.
Finding a second wind of sorts, Taylor elected himself to be the one to say what it felt like the whole party needed to hear.

“Why don’t you two join us?”

Zara’s smile spread further, and she slowly shuffled to her knees while tugging the knot to her nightgown loose.
“Thought you’d never ask.” She agreed, while the fourth member of the party sauntered, shy yet determined, out of semi-hiding. Rena shot a sweet lovers’ glance to the bovine, which quickened the lady’s pace.
Taylor let his pearly whites show in a sly grin while he welcomed his girlfriend with a hot kiss just for her. He could hear Clara and Rena making out by their side soon enough, even as he and Rena still draped a hand over one another’s’ bodies.
Neither Taylor nor Zara seemed to mind one bit: the couple were nothing if not accommodating, after all.
", "pools_count": 0, "title": "While The Cat's Away - M/F", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "292" }