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Revelations by IndigoNeko
Chapter 10 – Binding Secrets
Thursday, May 28th, 2015
A small calico cat darted into the bushes, scared out of it’s evening nap by the white SUV pulling into the driveway. The black-tinted driver’s side window rolled up, and the Nissan Rogue’s engine shut off. Moments later, the car door opened, and a tall white tiger stepped out of the vehicle, adjusting his black slacks and white button-down shirt. After retrieving a small paper bag and laptop case, the feline shut the car door and walked up the cement pathway to the front door. Crickets chirping and the clinking of keys as he unlocked the deadbolt were the only sound in the quiet cul-de-sac.
The door opened quietly and David walked into the house. He paused at the threshold and took a deep breath, smiling at the sweet and spicy smell that greeted his nostrils. If he had to guess, it was probably panang curry and pad kaphrao*.
*: พะแนงเนื้อแกง (Phanæng neụ̄̂x kæng) is beef panang curry. ผัดกระเพราหมู (P̄hạd kra pherā h̄mū) is stir-fried pork with basil leaves. Both are highly recommended Thai cuisine dishes, along with ต้มยำ (tôm yām) and ผัดไทย (p̄hạd thy).
After setting his bags down and closing the door, David walked into the kitchen, where he knew he would find his wife. Raenne was just where he expected, standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of curry. Other than martial arts, her two greatest passions were teaching and cooking; she was exceedingly good at both. He still wondered how she had wound up in the military, when she could have just as easily been a chef or school teacher.
He loved her with all his heart, but there were things he felt he should know that she refused to talk about, such as her life before leaving the military. It always left him feeling faintly disconcerted when he realized just how little he knew about his wife. The uncomfortable thought vanished as his attention was caught by his wife’s perfectly shaped butt while she moved about the kitchen. He leaned against the wall, relaxing, watching her with a smile.
Eventually his wife spoke, without even glancing in his direction. “See something you like?”
“Indeed I do, love,” he answered. “ Indeed I do.”
“I thought so; considering that you’ve been staring at my ass for the past five minutes.”
“It’s a very fine ass. Worthy of observation and admiration. The fact that it’s part of you only enhances it’s allure,” he replied, still watching her hips and tail sway as she moved around the kitchen, wearing her usual tight-fitting jeans, tee-shirt, and apron.
“Well, dinner’s not going to be ready for another ten minutes. Do you intend to spend that whole time staring at my ass?” she asked, pausing to put her hands on her hips and glaring at him.
“Oh, no,” he quickly replied, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before looking down at her bust. “I was going to stare at your chest for the next ten minutes. It’s easily twice as attractive as your ass. Then I was thinking I’d spend the next hour staring at your face,” he said, meeting her eyes again.
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she retorted. The blush that made its way up her face to the tips of her ears, however, gave away the truth of her protest.
David walked across the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, leaning up against her back and nuzzling her neck. “I love you so much,” he whispered.
“I love you too, honey,” she murmured, nuzzling him back before kissing his cheek. “However, you need to go get the girls from out back and tell them to get cleaned up for dinner.”
“Oh? I’d have thought from what you told me that they’d be up in Alex’s room, screwing like rabbits,” he said, moving his hands down her back towards her beautiful butt.
“That’s racist,” she admonished him, stepping back and smacking his chest. “They decided to go swimming rather than risk playing with condoms that didn’t fit,” she said, turning and going back to cutting parsley for garnish.
“Huh. She’s more mature than I thought,” David said with astonishment. “Especially for a nine-year-old.”
“You keep saying that,” Raenne said while shaking her head, “but when has Alex ever acted less than mature for her age?”
“Ask me that again the next time you take her snowboarding,” he said deadpan.
“Touché.”
“Well,” he said, stretching. “I’ll go get the girls and get cleaned up for dinner, love. Let me put the condoms in Alex’s room first.”
“Okay, honey.”
David stepped back out of the kitchen and snagged the package that he’d set in the foyer, then jogged upstairs and set the two boxes of condoms in the middle of Alex’s bed. Her room was surprisingly tidy. He walked back downstairs, down the hallway to the back patio, then opened the screen door and stepped outside. His daughter was sitting on one of the pool chairs in her blue shirt and black skirt with her iPhone held in front of her while she watched her friend doing laps in the half-size swimming pool that he’d built last summer.
“Come on, you’re nearly done with your fourth set,” the tiger-cub was saying as he stepped out. “One more lap and you’re done!” she yelled, encouraging her best friend.
The lounge chair next to her creaked as David sat down on it, and Alex’s head jerked around. “Oh! Hi daddy.”
“Hi, love. Are you two about to wrap this up? Dinner’s going to be in a few minutes, and you two need to get cleaned up,” he said, watching the black and white swimsuit-clad ermine crossbreed doing laps in their pool. The stoat was apparently wearing his daughter’s previous one-piece swimsuit; the black and white striped one that Alex had... outgrown.
Luckily Julia had been willing to help out, designing something she called a swim skirt. It still looked feminine enough to please Alex’s sensibilities while covering the hermaphrodite’s growing masculine assets. Julia didn’t know at the time what it was supposed to be covering; only that Alex wanted something that was a bit more concealing than a typical swimsuit bottom.
“Yep. She’s almost done,” she said, watching as the stoat swam the last few feet to the far wall. “Two minutes forty one seconds!”
They could both hear the “Awww” of disappointment from the little girl. She was clutching the side of the pool on the shallow end, breathing heavily.
“Don’t feel bad, it’s the end of your fourth set,” Alex encouraged her. “You’ve done a whole kilometer today. That’s damn good!”
Elizabeth sighed, then dragged herself out of the pool, rolling onto her back on the warm concrete. “I’m sooo tired.”
“Of course you’re tired! Lucky for you, it’s time for dinner,” Alex said, trying to motivate the exhausted stoat. “You can take a quick shower in my bathroom.”
“Okay,” Elizabeth said, reluctantly sitting up. She reached between her legs and wrapped a finger and thumb around the base of her tail, squeezing excess water out of the thick fur as she ran her paw down to the black tip.
David watched as Elizabeth did a few stretches before standing up. Alex’s previous swimsuit was way too large for the little stoat, threatening to reveal something it shouldn’t.
“Daddy?” Alex asked, getting her father’s attention. “Can you get a towel for Lizzy?”
“Sure can, love,” he said, leaning over and giving his daughter a kiss before standing up. “I’ll be right back.”
By the time David returned from the upstairs linen-closet, both girls were standing just outside the back door. Elizabeth took the towel he offered and spent a moment wicking the moisture from her fur while Alex made her way down the hall on crutches, heading towards the hallway bathroom.
“Do you know where everything is in the upstairs bathroom?” he asked the little stoat, watching as she ran the towel down her legs. “Towels, shampoo, conditioner...?”
“Yes, Mr. Andreyev,” she said, looking up at him.
“Okay. Make sure you use shampoo and conditioner. The chlorine will make your skin dry out if you don’t,” he said, moving to one side and waiting for the girl to step in, then closing the patio door behind her. “Don’t take too long though. Dinner will be in a few minutes.”
“Oh, I won’t; I’m starving,” she said over her shoulder as she jogged down the hallway and then went upstairs.
David locked the patio door, then sat down in the living room and flipped on the television. After Alex finished up in the downstairs bathroom, he took the opportunity to wash his own paws, then set the table for four before going back in the kitchen to help.
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“Mmm, this is delicious. It’s like drinking candy!”, Elizabeth said as she set down her glass of Thai iced tea. The little stoat was once again wearing her green shirt and plaid skirt.
Alex giggled. “Yeah, it’s yummy. The pad kaphrao is really good too.”
The little stoat took a bite of the aforementioned stir fry, chewed a bit, then swallowed. “Mmm, it is really good. Now I know why you taste like basil.”
It took a moment for both Raenne and David to realize what she’d meant, then both of them stopped mid-chew and looked at each other, then over at Elizabeth. There was a moment of silence before Elizabeth noticed that both of Alex’s parents were staring at her. Then she realized what she’d said was inappropriate and turned bright red under her fur. The little stoat looked back down at her plate, stammering out an apology. “I... I didn’t... I mean, I shouldn’t have said... I-I-I’m sorry!”
Raenne smiled and began consoling the distraught girl as David chuckled, trying to mask his discomfort. A few seconds later, the house phone rang, and David quickly stood up to go answer it. Saved by the bell, he thought as he walked into the kitchen. He picked up the cordless phone, saying “David speaking.”
“Hi David. It’s Terry,” the voice on the other side of the phone said.
“Oh, hi Terry. How is Julia doing?” the white tiger asked, trying to ignore the giggling coming from the dining room.
“She had a mild heart attack,” the business-ferret said. “The doctor says it was a combination of rapid heart rate, lack of oxygen, and a great deal of long-term stress. From what Julia tells me, I owe your wife both a punch and a thank-you.”
David frowned. “How so?”
“I’ll explain tonight. Suffice to say that your wife triggered it, but she also did exactly the right thing to minimize it. Right now we’re waiting for the results from the last test the doctor ran. We should get the results in about two hours. See you soon.”
“Okay,” the tiger said, slightly confused. “We’ll see you when you get here then,” he added before hanging up the phone.
The giggling from the dining room had died down when he walked in, so he told them the news as he sat back down in his char. “Lizzy, your father’s going to be here to pick you up in about two hours.”
“Okay,” the little stoat said, “Can Lexi and I do some more sexy stuff before then, Mr. Andreyev?”
The fork in David’s hand came to an abrupt halt halfway between his plate and mouth, and his wife began laughing again.
“Oh my God,” Raenne said, “the look on your face... Yes, Lizzy, you two can go play. I’ll clean up the table. Oh, and David got a pack of condoms which should fit better. Just get cleaned up before 8 P.M.”
“Two packs of condoms, actually,” David interjected. “Try the smaller ones first. If they’re too tight, use the bigger ones.”
“Okay. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Andreyev.” With that, Lizzy stood, then helped Alex up from the table, and the two girls made their way upstairs.
After finishing the last few spoonfuls of curry in his bowl, David leaned back and sighed. He absolutely loved his wife’s cooking. “Thank you once again for a delicious meal, love.”
“You’re welcome,” Raenne replied, leaning back into her chair as well.
Both of them sat at the table for a bit, enjoying the silence and relaxing after the comfort of a good meal. A thought ran through David’s mind and he glanced sharply at Raenne. “Terry said something when he called... that you triggered Julia’s heart attack.”
“Mh-hmm,” she confirmed, nodding. “So... This morning I sat down with Alex to discuss the social and moral aspects of sex. When we came to laws, I brought up statutory rape, and Alex asked if that included parents. That’s how I learned that Lizzy was having sex with her parents,” she explained calmly.
“Holy shit,” David whispered, going wide-eyed. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? We have to go to the police-”
“Stop talking,” Raenne ordered, glaring at her husband. “I’m not done.” He went quiet, waiting, so she continued. “I wanted confirmation, so that I wouldn’t be sending the police on a wild goose chase. So when they got here, I started a recording on my phone. After Lizzy went upstairs, I confronted Julia,” she said, taking a few sips of water.
The tigress set the glass down and continued, “I implied Elizabeth knew too much about sex and that she must have learned from her parents. That’s when Julia started hyperventilating and collapsed. At first I thought it was simply shock, and on the off chance it was a heart attack I gave her some aspirin. Then I yelled at her cause I was downright pissed that someone would do that to a child.” She took a deep breath before delivering the real shocker. “That’s when Julia told me that Lizzy has to have sex... or she’ll die.”
When Raenne went silent for a few moments, David took that as an invitation to talk again. As far as he knew, there wasn’t any such condition. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Is it true?”
She nodded. “Elizabeth explained it after the ambulance left, so I looked it up on WikiPedia. Apparently feral ferrets won’t go out of season unless they’ve mated with a male ferret, or have a hormone shot called a ‘Jill Jab’. If they stay in season, it can cause anemia and eventually death. There’s a small chance that it’ll show up as a heritage trait. What’s more, feral stoats start going into season within a few weeks of being born, which can also show up as a heritage trait. Elizabeth has both of them.”
“Ah, I see. So she started going into season shortly after she was born, and she has to be mated by a male ferret or have hormone shots. The hormone shots would be the proper way to do it...” David shook his head. “Who the hell would want to mate with an infant? That’s just sick.”
“Terry apparently had a vasectomy to save her, and I can’t see him doing that willingly, not when there are so many other ways to prevent pregnancy. I’m fairly sure there’s more to it that we don’t know,” she replied with a sigh. “What if the hormone shot doesn’t work on her? It’s designed for feral ferrets after all and Lizzy’s only half ferret to begin with. So I’m going to reserve judgment until we can talk to him tonight.”
David nodded, mulling everything over. “Well, Alex certainly hasn’t had a vasectomy. I guess we can count our blessings that they didn’t go all the way on Saturday. Especially if Lizzy is used to having sex...”
“Lizzy said they didn’t because she knew she could get pregnant,” Raenne said, defending the little stoat.
“So, to continue our earlier conversation... the one where you asked me to pick up some condoms for Alex...” David said, waving one hand slightly. “If Lizzy can get pregnant, wouldn’t it make more sense to not let them have sex? Cause I’ve gotta say, the thought of Alex having sex makes me uncomfortable, and the thought of Lizzy getting pregnant makes me downright terrified. Is it even legal to let cubs have sex?”
“Yes, it’s legal, as long as the age gap isn’t too big. I looked that up too.” The tigress took a breath and continued, “As for why... As I told Terry on the phone earlier, Alex has tasted the forbidden fruit. Kids are kids. We both know they’re going to experiment. I’d rather they do it safely so we don’t have any unexpected pregnancies. So, I laid down the rules earlier today and let them have their fun. I’ve got recordings of the phone call where Terry gave consent and the instructions I gave on safe sex, just in case. I’ll be sending them to Terry and Julia in a bit.”
“Huh. Well, if you’ve got recordings, at least we don’t need to worry about child neglect charges, though honestly that’s the least of my worries. What do we do if Lizzy gets pregnant? Or Alex?” he asked.
“They won’t. I told them to use condoms, pull out, and stressed keeping any semen away from their girl parts. I’ve still got a few pregnancy test kits from before we gave up trying. I’ll give them to Lizzy and she can use one once a week. Honestly, considering how big Lizzy is, carrying a child to term isn’t even remotely possible. That’s technically her parents’ decision though. As for Alex...” Raenne shrugged. “Alex hasn’t gone through menarche yet, so that’s less of an issue. Still, I’ll stress that she needs to be careful to avoid self-impregnation. We can talk to Dr. Nez about it when we go in for her blood work.”
“I think I remember Doctor Nez saying something about that.” David frowned as a thought occurred to him. “Do you think... could wet dreams be a problem?”
“No. He said that the vast majority of self-impregnation cases are deliberate or accidental transferal during masturbation. Wearing underwear is usually sufficient for individuals with a penile sheath. Either way, I’ll mention it to Alex.”
“Okay, love,” David said, his major concerns mollified.
They both sat in silence for a few more moments before Raenne spoke up. “I’ll clean up in the kitchen if you’ll let the girls know that we’ll be exercising,” she offered, standing up and starting to gather the dishes.
“Done,” David said with a smile, then went upstairs to let the girls know they’d be in the basement.
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It seemed to take forever for Alex to make her way up the stairs. Her leg had started throbbing again sometime while she was sitting beside the pool, though it hadn’t really hurt until she attempted to go up the stairs now that dinner was over. Lizzy was following, probably to make sure she didn’t fall or something. Being injured really sucked, she thought to herself. She made a silent promise to herself to be more careful while she was up on the slopes.
By the time she reached the top, she was gritting her teeth against the pain, and her tail was twitching like an electrocuted snake behind her. She took a moment to lean against the railing and catch her breath.
“Are you okay?” Lizzy asked anxiously.
“Yes,” the tiger cub said, trying not to cry. “My leg is really hurting, though. There’s a glass and an orange bottle of pills next to the sink in the bathroom here. Can you get me one pill and a glass of water, please?”
“Yep!” the little stoat said, brushing past her and stepping into the bathroom.
Alex continued past the bathroom and into her room, where she sat down on the bed, leaning the crutches against the wall. There were two small boxes sitting on the bedspread, and she picked one up. Condoms... the ones dad had picked up for her. She set them on the nightstand. She heard the water running and shortly afterward Lizzy came into the room with the aforementioned glass. The stoat held out one paw with one big white pill in it, and Alex picked it up and stuck it in her mouth, then took a few swallows of water to wash it down.
“Thank you. They gave me these for the pain, but make me really sleepy. I hope I don’t fall asleep on you.”
“It’s okay,” Lizzy said with a sad smile. “If you fall asleep, I’ll just cuddle with you.”
“You do like cuddles, don’t you,” Alex said, forcing a smile through the pain. “Me too.”
“Yeah,” Lizzy replied as she sat down on the bed. “I love to cuddle with Mother and Father most, but you’re a close second, fluffy kitty.”
The covers rustled as Alex pushed herself back on the bed, letting out a gasp of pain, then swung her legs around to rest her cast on the small pile of pillows halfway down and leaned back against the other pile at the head of the bed. She sighed, waiting for the pill to take effect.
After a moment, she felt Lizzy lean up against her side.
“I’m really sorry you’re hurting,” the little stoat said, resting her head against the larger cub’s shoulder. “I wish I could do something.”
Alex immediately knew one thing that would take her mind off it, and blushed. “Actually... When we were doing sexy stuff earlier, it really helped.”
“Really?” Elizabeth asked, glancing up.
“Yeah. I wasn’t even thinking about my leg then... just about how good you smelled and tasted and...”
Lizzy giggled. “I love how you taste too. Sweet and spicy. Think we can lick each other at the same time again?”
“I’ve love to, sexy stoat.”
Lizzy wasted no time at all in getting undressed; hopping off the bed and stripping off her shirt, skirt, socks and panties, then crawling back onto the bed while Alex was still struggling with her own shirt, grunting with pain and effort. After a moment, the stoat swung her legs over Alex’s hips and grabbed the shirt to assist in tugging it off. It joined the other clothes on the floor, and the stoat rolled off again to help with Alex’s lower half.
Alex lifted her hips slightly and Lizzy immediately tugged Alex’s skirt and panties all the way past the cast, and tossed them on the floor while Alex moved the pillows so she could lay flat on the bed. The tip of Alex’s penis was already peeking out of her sheath, and Lizzy leaned over and gave it a quick lick, making the tiger-cub twitch. “Eep!”
“Sorry, sexy kitty, I couldn’t resist,” she said as she crawled back up to the head of the bed.
“It’s okay, it just startled me is all,” Alex replied, panting after the effort of getting undressed.
Lizzy gave Alex a kiss, then said “Hold still, I’m going to lay on your chest so we can lick each other at the same time.”
“Okay,” Alex said as the smaller stoat climbed over her. Lizzy swung her legs over Alex’s chest, then pushed her hips back while she lay down on Alex’s firm tummy. Apparently Alex was definitely looking forward to this; her penis had already unsheathed itself and was twitching in time with her heartbeat.
“Wow. You must be pretty excited alr- Eep!”
Alex grinned as she got Lizzy to squeak in return, then continued to run the tip of her tongue up and down Lizzy’s pink slit. The faint smell of chlorine was there, but the rich, salty-sweet taste of Lizzy’s girl-juice began to overwhelm it after a few licks. Then she felt Lizzy wrap her lips around her maleness, and Aliex nearly forgot the pain of her broken leg.
For over a minute, Alex continued to run her tongue up, down, and around her best friend’s flower, being careful not to accidentally scrape the rougher part of her tongue against the girl’s sensitive flesh.
Meanwhile, Lizzy took her friend’s penis deeper and deeper into her muzzle until her nose rested against Alex’s balls, filling the stoat's nose with the scent of masculine musk and the faint smell of cinnamon and basil. Then she ran her tongue around the pink member and swallowed, the insides of her mouth massaging the feline member. Lizzy felt the pointy tip bump against the back of her throat and pulled back again to nurse the tip of Lexi’s penis.
While she sucked on the tip, the little stoat reached one paw down underneath Lexi’s testicles, lifting them a bit before rubbing her fingertip up and down the wet slit hidden beneath them. It didn’t take long to figure out where everything was, and once she had, she let her fingers dance over Lexi’s female parts.
As Alex felt Lizzy focus on the tip of penis, she returned the favor, focusing her attention on the tiny nub at the top of Lizzy’s flower, using her lips to hold it in place as she flicked her tongue over it, just as Lizzy had done to her earlier. She could feel the tiny stoat-girl’s hips twitch with every flick, and wrapped her hands around Lizzy’s waist.
Even as she ran her finger-pads through the valley between Lexi’s inner and outer labia, Lizzy felt a tingle somewhere near her belly-button, and knew it wouldn’t be too long before she came, provided the sensation of Alex’s tongue directly on her button didn’t become too much. Then she felt Lexi nibbling on her clitty and hissed, pulling back completely.
Hearing the stoat hiss, Alex immediately realized that teeth were way too much. The tiger cub let off, murmuring an apology before going back to running the tip of her tongue between the stoat’s cleft. Once her friend returned to licking her penis, Alex figured it was safe enough to add licking Lizzy’s button to her routine again too.
Elizabeth smiled, happy that Lexi was quick to react, then resumed her efforts on the tip of Alex’s male member. After a few seconds she pushed her muzzle down along the shaft until her lips pressed against the tiger-cub’s sheath again, vigorously rubbing her now-slippery paw-pads all over Alex’s female parts.
Alex tried to keep up with the intense sensations, hoping she was doing enough for the stoat. She even tried curling the edges of her tongue into a tube and pushing it into Lizzy’s flower, wiggling it to get it as deep as she could. The salty-sweet and musky taste of the stoat’s girl-juice rolled over Alex’s tongue, covering her lips and the back of her throat. The flavor wasn’t all that enticing, but there was something about it, the smell maybe, that made her want to keep licking.
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Neither of them noticed Alex’s father halt in the doorway of the room, mouth open as if to say something. The sight of bare fur stopped him in his tracks as he realized that they were naked, and the sight of his daughter’s face buried under her best friend’s tail while the stoat’s face was buried against Alex’s hips left him completely speechless. The tiger hadn’t realized that they’d have started their festivities quite so quickly, much less would have left the door open. Blushing fiery red with embarrassment, he took a few steps back into the hallway and leaned up against the wall.
The white tiger had known that one day his daughter Alex would become sexually active. He thought he’d prepared himself for it. On Saturday he’d congratulated himself on a job well-done, answering The Question. He even thought he’d handled today’s revelations with grace and poise. But now he realized that he was absolutely not prepared to handle this.
Glimpsing his daughter performing cunnilingus while getting a blow-job was extremely awkward. She was having sex before she’d even turned ten, for God’s sake. The fact that his wife seemed so blasé about the two cubs having sex just made it even worse. Still, he trusted Raenne’s judgement; she’d never once made a wrong decision in ten plus years he’d known her, and kept her cool even in the hairiest situations. He tended to panic when confronted with the unexpected, such as right now.
After a few deep breaths, he pushed off the wall again. He leaned around the corner, looking in at them. He felt ashamed to even glance into the room, but he couldn’t help himself. The two girls were really cute together, and surprisingly sexy. A strange tightness grew in his chest as he watched, knowing it was wrong.
The slender little stoat didn’t look like she was much older than seven, though he knew she was nearly the same age as his daughter. Except for a few patches on her back where the stoat’s summer coat was starting to come in and the black tip of her tail, her fur was brilliant white. It just accentuated the flashes of pink between her legs that much more. With her butt hiked up in the air and tail to one side, he could see glimpses of her slit every so often as Alex bobbed her head up and down, in and out.
His own daughter was whipcord and muscle just like her mother, clearly visible even through her black striped white and russet fur. The rapid movement near Alex’s groin caught his attention, and he suddenly realized that the stoat was playing with his daughter’s balls or female parts while giving her a blow-job. Watching Lizzy’s hand moving underneath Alex’s balls, he wondered if his daughter had the same inherited feline vulva that her mother did.
Suddenly realizing that he’d been staring at the two cubs performing sixty-nine for God only knew how long, he beat a hasty retreat to his bedroom. His heart was pounding and it felt like there was a rubber band around it. His dick felt like a bar of steel trapped in his pants, and he could feel seminal fluid dripping down his boxer-shorts.
After grabbing a pair of sweats, he ducked into the master bathroom and closed the door, dropping the sweats on the counter. Quickly dropping his pants and freeing his painfully erect penis, he grabbed a hand-towel off the towel-rack. He wet his palm with the pre-cum dripping from his tip and gave his cock a few quick pumps, unable to get the vision of the two cubs fellating each other out of his mind. Then the thought of his daughter sliding her penis into that tiny stoat’s beautiful slit flashed through his brain and suddenly it felt like his balls exploded right out of his dick, blasting the cloth in his hand with rope after thick rope of semen. His knees buckled and he collapsed onto the rug, still spurting cum. It was possibly the most intense orgasm he’d had since he first had sex with his wife.
His dick was still twitching a half minute later when he came to his senses and looked down. The hand-towel was absolutely dripping, and he was shocked by the amount of cum there was... on the towel, the cupboards, the rug, his pants... It was unreal. It was hard to believe anyone but a stallion or an elephant could produce this kind of volume. He swore; this was going to be one helluva cleanup job. Then it hit him that he’d just masturbated to the thought of his own daughter and her nine-year-old friend, and clamped his jaws shut as a wave of nausea hit him.
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As Alex opened her jaws and pressed her tongue as far into Lizzy’s flower as she could, the stoat began making cute little high-pitched moans. The hermaphrodite’s arousal had grown to the point where she was trying desperately not to ejaculate; she wanted to feel Lizzy reach orgasm at the same time, and it was starting to seem like she wasn’t going to succeed, especially with Lizzy playing with Alex’s flower and penis at the same time.
Remembering what she’d done last weekend, she tensed her throat up, trying to reach the very end of Lizzy’s passage where that smooth knobby part with the tiny dimple was. Then she felt it again and began running the tip of her tongue over it, even trying to get the tip of her tongue past that tiny hole. Her jaw and tongue were starting to get sore from the effort, but it seemed to be working.
A squeak made its way out of Lizzy’s mouth as she felt Lexi’s tongue run over her cervix, then began circling around and even poking at the entrance to her womb. It was so intense, almost painfully so, that it made spots dance in front of her eyes. It took only a few moments of feeling Lexi’s tongue running around the deepest parts of her vagina before she felt her tummy begin tensing and felt her orgasm wash over her.
Grinning as she felt Lizzy’s flower begin to contract around her tongue, Alex knew that she’d won this round. The rhythmic squeezing felt like it was trying to pull her tongue out of her mouth, and after a few moments she pulled it back, accidentally scraping the sides with the rough side of her tongue, something she’d been trying to avoid.
As Lizzy began to come down from the first wave of her climax, Lexi pulled her tongue back out, and the bristles on it rubbed against the walls of her vagina. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was so intense it triggered another climax hard on the heels of her first. It was all she could do not to scream, knowing that it might disturb Lexi’s parents.
After Lizzy stopped twitching, Alex felt the smaller cub return to suckling on Alex’s boy-parts while slowly rubbing her paw-pads around Alex’s girl-bits, and relaxed to savor the sensation rather than fighting it. She focused on the feeling of that warm, wet tongue swirling around every part of her penis. The now-familiar tensing sensation at the base of her testicles began to alert her to the imminent release of her boy-juice. She relaxed, and let it go, realizing only at the last minute that it wasn’t just her penis that was going to reach orgasm.
Lizzy knew Lexi was close when she saw the tiger-cub’s balls in front of her draw up a little bit. It was almost immediately followed by the twitches that she knew would start Lexi’s penis squirting, and she drew her mouth back until her lips were wrapped around the glans at the head of Lexi’s penis. Then she felt the first squirt hit the back of her mouth and let it pool on her tongue, savoring the taste of Lexi’s salty-sweet and slightly spicy semen.
It wasn’t that much, which was understandable considering that they’d already played around earlier in the day, but if anything it tasted more intense than it had the last time. Lizzy ran the slippery, sticky gift around her mouth for a moment, then swallowed it and cleaned off the head of Lexi’s penis. A moment later, she drew her paw up from between Lexi’s thighs, realizing that it was soaked with Lexi’s girl-juice. Apparently Alex must have had both a male and female climax.
Alex lay there, shaking as both her penis and her tummy continued to twitch in tandem. Her entire body felt strangely unresponsive in the wake of having both of her sexes orgasm at the same time, and the afterglow left her feeling like she was floating. It was hard to think too.
Shortly after swallowing, Lizzy leaned forward, then swung her leg up and rolled off Lexi’s chest. She lay there, legs spread as she looked up at Lexi’s face. She couldn’t help but giggle as the tiger-cub ran her long tongue all around her lips, trying to lap up the sticky fluid that covered most of her muzzle.
No matter what she did, her face seemed absolutely drenched with Lizzy’s girl-juice and the intoxicating smell inundated her nasal passages. She rubbed at it with her paws for a moment, then stopped as she heard giggles from the foot of the bed. Lizzy was laying next to her, giggling, legs spread and clearly displaying the swollen lips of her flower. The sight of it, so clearly visible in the bright light of her bedroom, sent a fresh surge of blood through her penis. It halted it’s retreat, slowly swelling once again. Lizzy’s flower was so beautiful, she couldn’t draw her eyes from it.
“Something got your attention, sexy kitty?” the stoat asked.
It took a few moments before Lizzy’s words registered. She was having a hard time thinking, between the sight of Lizzy’s flower, the pungent smell of the stoat’s girl-juice in her nose, and the vicodin coursing through her veins, especially after an orgasm from both her sexes. “Yeah, ” she whispered.
“Want to play some more?”
Well, duh, she thought, of course she wanted to play. Saying the words was difficult though, like her mouth didn’t quite want to respond. “Yeah,” she whispered again.
Lizzy grinned. “Good, cause this time we’ve got condoms that will fit properly!”
It took a few moments to remember what condoms were, but then the tiger-cub realized what it meant; they were going to have sex again. A brilliant smile lit Alex’s face, and the tip of her tail began to twitch.
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