The Sleepover, Part 2
Jenny

Anne’s plan was not going as well as she’d hoped. After her father had fucked Rachel’s brains out, it was a month and a half before she could get the girls over for another sleepover. There was just too much else going on. Anne was beginning to worry that the summer would be over before she could accomplish her goal. Fortunately, Anne had filled Jenny in on her plan, and the catgirl was more than happy to play along.

“I didn’t expect you to be so eager,” Anne said to the orange-tabby feline. “Rachel wouldn’t have done it if she hadn’t needed it to break her first heat. I was hoping we could line up another sleepover with yours.”

“Mmm no need,” Jenny purred to her friend. “If your father feels as good as Rach says, I don’t need any convincing.”

Rachel blushed darkly, but said nothing. 

“When did you get so bold?” Anne asked, a dark eyebrow arched. True, Jenny had never been as shy as Rachel, but still…

“Well, I didn’t wanna tell you over text or anything, so I’ve waited until we could get together …” Jenny climbed onto Anne’s bed with her, and Rachel did too, the three adolescents huddled together conspiratorially.

“My first heat hit just half a week after that sleepover,” Jenny said in an eager whisper to her two best friends. “I was out of my mind for two days … before I got the next door neighbour to take care of me.”

Jenny gave a big grin, and the other two girls blushed and giggled.

“Isn’t your neighbour a grown buck?” Rachel asked, her pale cheeks dark red.

“Yep,” Jenny grinned and stretched. “I got lucky, ‘cause his wife was out of town. So it’s not gonna be a regular thing, but that was an amazing afternoon.”

“You’re so lucky,” Anne said.

“Don’t worry,” Jenny said to her, “I’m sure your plan will work. I’ll help you get what you want.”

Anne hugged the ginger kitty. “You’re a good friend.”

“I- I’ll help too,” Rachel said, “if I can.”

“You guys are the best,” Anne said with a smile.

***

Robert wasn’t sure what to think about this evening. His daughter was having another sleepover, and Rachel was there. While it wasn’t like Robert had been obsessing over the girl, she was the only tail he’d had in years, and it had been good. And here she was, under his roof again. Still, he couldn’t make a habit of fucking his daughter’s friends. So, he’d resolved to himself that I wouldn’t initiate anything … but if the girl came to him again, well, that was different.

It was after midnight when the knock sounded at his door. It was sharper that he might have expected, more eager and confident. Well, he thought, maybe the little bunny has gotten more bold now that she’s not a virgin anymore. He crossed to the door and opened it. He was not surprised to see Rachel standing on the other side of the door. He was rather more surprised to also see Jenny, the little orange cat, with her. She was a skinny thing, and her pj top was a little unbuttoned at the bottom, giving him a peak of her mottled navel. 

Robert’s nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath. No heat, he observed. Maybe they want something more innocent. “Hello, girls. What can I do for you?”

“We need your help with something, sir,” Rachel said.

“And what might that be?” he asked. He noticed the light blush on Rachel’s cheeks. This all seemed very strange.

“Can-can we come in?” Jenny asked, twisting her hands together. “I don’t want Anne to know we’re talking.”

This is only getting more strange, Robert thought, but he waved the girls in, and closed the door behind them. “What’s this about, and why are you hiding it from Anne?”

“Jenny needs some help,” Rachel said. “And I thought, since you helped me…”

“But Jenny’s not in heat,” Robert said. “I can smell it – or rather, I can’t smell it. So it’s not like it was with you.”

“No, it’s not like that,” Jenny said. “I mean, it kinda is, but … not the same.”

“So what is it?” Robert asked, crossing his arms, wanting to get to the bottom of his.

“Sir,” Jenny said, fiddling with her top as she looked up at him. “I, um, I had sex, sir. W-With a gronwup, and well… since then I haven’t felt quite right. And I can’t go to a doctor, ‘cause they’ll tell my parents, and you, well, you know about these things, and I hoped you could…”

Robert sighed. This is why he shouldn’t have gotten involved with his daughter’s friends. He didn’t want to be the sex guru to a bunch of adolescent girls. But, if he said no, where would Jenny turn next?

“Alright,” he said with a sigh. “Get your bottoms off and get in the chair, and I’ll have a look.”

Jenny went over to the big leather chair, and plopped herself in it. Then the kitten lifted her legs and slipped her pj bottoms down and kicked them away. She blushed as she laid her thighs open, exposing and displaying her pink slit to Robert and to her friend who knelt by the side of the chair.

“Can you see anything Mr. Wolfe?” Rachel asked. “Is it okay?”

Robert put his drink down on the coffee table and sank down to his knees in front of the chair and Jenny. The scent of the kitten’s sex filled his nose. She wasn’t in heat, but she was wet and excited, and the scent worked through him, bringing his shaft to life. Her little pink petals were so cute, and there was a glisten of moisture between them that made him lick his lips.

Robert had never been with a cat. They were predators, but so different from canines. The scent was exotic and exciting, and felt his desire for this girl rising.

“I, uh,” he said, and cleared his throat, “I don’t see anything wrong. How … how has it felt ‘off’?”

Jenny let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. “It … it tingles … sometimes all day … and it’s hot … and wet … but I know I’m not in heat anymore. Did … did I break it somehow?”

Robert had heard that cats could get quite horny outside of their heat cycle. Apparently Jenny was just one of those cats. “I wouldn’t worry too much,” he said. “Your body just really likes sex.”

He should have left it at that. He knew she should have left it at that. But instead his paw lifted. One of his fingers slid between those lovely, delicate looking petals, and he pushed it into her. Jenny moaned and arched, and he could feel her insides clench down around his finger, nice and snug.

Fuck, he thought to himself, this is one sexy kid.

Without really thinking, Robert started to pump his finger in and out of Jenny, loving the sweet moans the young feline made as he fucked her tight little cunny with his finger, a low rumble rising in his throat.

“Mr. Wolfe,” Jenny moaned, squirming in the chair, “oh, please, please don’t stop… oh god…”

“You little slut,” Robert growled softly, pushing his finger more firmly into the young girl. He wasn’t thinking about Rachel standing right there. He wasn’t thinking about his daughter down the hall. He was just thinking of this mewling, moaning girl in front of him, and how good she felt wrapped around his finger, and how much her wetness turned him on.

“Mister… Mister Wolfe!” Jenny cried, almost sobbing as she squirmed and arched, her eyes fluttering. A moment later and she was crying out hard as she came for his finger, her juice streaming out onto the chair, her insides fluttering and spasming around his thick finger. “P-Please,” she whined, “please fuck me!”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he growled to the girl. But he drew his finger out of her and got up from his knees. He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and out sprang his hard red shaft, tip drooling with his pre. “Is this what you want?”

“Oh, god, yes” Jenny groaned, and Robert noticed that Rachel swallowed hard as she stared at the shaft she’d had once already.

Robert leaned over the skinny orange kitten, bringing his cocktip to her slit. He rubbed his pointed tip up and down between her folds, making Jenny whine and squirm. Then he pushed strongly, groaning as his thick shaft forced the young girl open around him. Jenny groaned, her eyes closing and her cheek flushing darkly. She trembled as he sank inside.

“Oh fuck!” Jenny groaned, her breath panting deeply. “Oh fuck!” There was something about canine cock that drove her mad. It was so, so different from the buck that she’d had, and her body burned for it, driving her mind away.

In a similar mindless state, Robert drove himself into the kitten over and over again, grunting softly from the squeezing tightness of the young girl. They panted together, her hands gripping his arms, her little claws clutching him. She tried to use the grip to push back up against his thrusts, but he was so much bigger and stronger than her. His thrusts drove his tip all the way to her snug little cervix. The girl’s womb, far from heat, was closed tight, but his strong tip started to coax it open anyway.

Jenny mrowled mindlessly as Robert fucked her senseless. He grunted and panted hotly, his powerful hips driving in again and again. His tip working her cervix a little more with each push, but the girl couldn’t even take all of him, and it made him thrust harder. Jenny started to whine harder, her insides tightening up even more, all the feelings turning into a tight bundle in her core that trembled and quivered … and then exploded.

Jenny came so hard that she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes opened wide and she stared up at Robert, shaking, as her little pussy clenched at his canine cock so tight it hurt. Rober roared and forced himself forward. His pointed tip broke her cervix open and he sank into her soft little womb. Even still his knot stopped at her opening, his shaft pulsing and flexing as it pumped his rich wolf seed into her little womb.

“Oh my god,” Rachel breathed, and put a hand over her mouth, watching as Jenny was filled to overflowing, musky cum gushing out around Robert’s knot. She wondered if it looked anywhere near as sexy when Robert came inside her.

“Come here, bunny,” Robert growled as he pulled out of the delirious and almost sobbing Jenny. “Get on your knees and clean us.”

Rachel let out a little squeak, and slipped obediently to her knees. She leaned in and started to lick around Robert’s base, greedily cleaning the musky cream from his hot, still hard flesh. She let out a little, purr-like rabbit sound and attentively licked and sucked him clean, then turned to her friend and leaned in. Jenny whimpered softly as Rachel started to lick and suck around her slit, cleaning the red and sensitive petals and down along her crack. She tried to back away when she was finished, but instead Robert grabbed her by the ears and shoved himself into her mouth.

Robert looked at the cute little bunny’s face, holding her still as he fucked her face. Rachel went limp and let him control her, sucking and moaning around his shaft as he forced her take it again and again. She coughed and choked, but fought to stay relaxed as he almost violently used her body for his pleasure – her prey-animal mind accepting it as the proper way of things. Besides … she wanted him.

His husky panting sent shivers through her body, and she looked up at him with her big, pleading blue eyes. His tip made her gag, and her mouth became a drooly mess, but she didn’t fight, trying to suck at swirl her tongue, and pleasure him. When he came, she whined and did her best to gulp everything down, but some spilled from her mouth anyway.

Robert dropped her on the floor and turned his attention back to Jenny. He dragged the kitten out of the chair and dumped her on the floor next to her friend. “Now you, clean her,” he ordered.

Jenny had recovered enough to start licking and sucking the spilled cream from Rachel’s mouth, and the two young girls kissed softly as they shared the musk of their best friend’s father.

“Good girls,” Robert said. He slowly came back to himself as he caught his breath. “Now get back to Anne before she misses you.”

As he watched the girls retreat from his den, he found himself wondering if he should feel guilty for this. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Even if adolescents weren’t dissuaded from exploring and experimenting, adults regularly having sex with them was frowned upon. But it seemed that the more he fucked these girls, the more he wanted to own and dominate them, to make them into his little harem.

And he found himself wondering how Anne would feel about that … and how Anne would feel.

END