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It was a symbolic barrier more than anything. Even if the cat, her daughter, and the family dog tried to stop him all at once, he was strong enough and fast enough to get through and out. Once he hit the hall, a few long strides would get him to the elevator and back to the safety of his own apartment.\n\nA sudden weight in his crisscrossed legs, accompanied by a newly familiar wet heat against the bare flesh of his dick, broke him from his half-assed fantasy of a world where he wasn’t going to stay here until his balls couldn’t cough out another load to save his life. He felt the little calico wrap her arms and legs around his torso in…what?…joy? possession? Damned if he could tell.\n\nAcross that oh-so-short distance to the door, his eyes followed the arch of Valerie’s back as she bent to pull off her shoes. The bare blue-grey fur from her head to her waist caught the light from the combined kitchen and dining area like a thick velvet blanket. The tips of each hair caught light from different sources in the open floor plan—warm amber from the kitchen, a slightly cooler yellow from over the dining table, shifting blue from the television—giving her coat an almost ethereal look. Creases left by her discarded bra and camisole enhanced the vague supernatural feeling by leaving an impression of a shadow bound by the suggestion of clothes.\n\nHer pumps hit the wall by the door with a chatter of hard leather and solid heels. The arc of motion that sent them flying carried her body back into an upright posture. Mark watched the familiar dance of undress with new eyes and a faint remembrance that she had once mentioned a youth spent in ballet. Pulled from the bedroom and thrust upon the novel stage of the entryway, her practiced grace transformed the open arrangement of living spaces into a stage. Every discarded piece of clothing shook the convention of a young mother returning home. Stripped of modesty and the trappings of the outside world, the cat’s blasé surroundings took on the intimacy of a creature’s den. The low ceiling that he often felt his ears brush against felt less like a weight and more like a shelter. Even her scent in the apartment seemed stronger, the soaked-in life that a wild animal’s home takes in from its occupants for all who enter to sense.\n\nHe thought about the way their scents lingered on each other the night of and day after each of their frequent romps. He’d never really thought about permanence in their relationship and figured she didn’t either, but he found himself wanting these aromas on him and around him forever. Equally so, he felt for the first time since he met Valerie that he wanted her to bear his scent as well, to mark her and be marked by her. The kitten wiggled in his lap, tickled by the building hardness beneath her. Dragging his eyes away from her mother, he considered Melissa in that same new context, breathed in their combined scents, and felt deep within that he wanted to share that same bond with her. Sex was at the forefront, a hunger for lithe feline bodies and panting breaths drowning almost everything else out, but something far under the surface stirred. Beyond the desire to drain his balls into mother and daughter a larger, stronger urge was awakening.\n\nFamily.\n\nMark had moved to the city from a quiet town with one gas station, three churches, and six bars. Back home was a mother border collie so lost to alcohol that even the desperate love of her son couldn’t reach her. Just outside the town limits, in a cemetery that always seemed to be lost to the inexorable growth of weed and shrub, stood a simple stone that bore his name. The border collie man beneath it had slept in the same house, ate meals at the same table, but never truly lived with his wife and son. The detachment culminated one night in the the muffled roar of a shotgun in the storage shed and a shapeless mound which the ambulance crew carried somberly to a waiting vehicle that had arrived in a bluster of lights and horns and left in dark silence.\n\nMark never mourned his father, but the sight of that stretcher bobbing through the backyard forever ruined for him all jokes that began with “What is black and white and red all over”. That house was not—may never have been—a home. The ghosts of impotent fury and hopeless surrender weren’t a family. The two pairs of brown eyes, each glassy for different reasons, weren’t love. And now, for the first time in his life, something deep in his subconscious was starting to feel that things like “home”, “family”, and “love” could be tangible instead of abstract.\n\nThese bubbles rising from the depths of his subconscious wouldn’t reach the surface for some time. While they wended their way up from the darkness, his conscious mind was filled with the warmth of a kitten and the quiet zip of Val’s skirt being undone.\n\nThe skirt hit the floor with a flop, and her left leg stepped out of the ring of fabric to allow her right leg free range to hook it over her toes and flip it up into the air. The subtle mirror to his own earlier casting off of the outer world’s garments was done with substantially more grace. Grey fingers caught the skirt without effort and tossed it onto the back of a dining chair which had already collected her other clothes.\n\nTurning to face him full-on, Valerie strode slowly toward the living room. She ran her paws slowly over her creased fur, a sensual display that smoothed some of the creases and eased the itchiness left behind by the tighter articles. The bare fur seemed to fade and shift with each change in the angle of the lights. Wide hips and strong thighs swayed deliberately with each step. The tantalizing sweep and curl of her long tail completed the hypnotic display. Their eyes met again as his gaze finished its agonizing rise up her body. The gentle smile that brightened her face quickly shifted to something like a starved mouse pressing its face to a bakery window, an image augmented by the pink slash of her tongue across her lips and long whiskers.\n\n“Mark, hon,” she said with a tone so low her words were barely recognizable through the purr that rumbled in her throat, “why don’t you lie down.”\n\nAs her paw slid along the back of the couch, tracing her route around the obstacle, the border collie wordlessly complied. He wrapped his arms around the kitten in his lap to keep her from toppling off and untangled his long, fluffy legs. Some awkward scooting and little meeps and giggles from his rider passed before he could stretch out with the back of his head on the arm cushion. A couple of small side-to-side twists freed his tail from being lodged uncomfortably under his lower back. Valerie continued padding around to the front of the couch and knelt on the carpet beside it. Her breasts brushed Mark’s side as she leaned in to Melissa’s ear and whispered something that made the kitten squirm with excitement.\n\nTiny paws spread their fingers through the long white fur of his chest. As Missa pushed herself upright, her hands slid down the border collie’s chest and belly. Trimmed claws, still sharp enough to scratch him, ploughed parallel rows through his fur as they passed over ribs and belly. The splayed fingers braced her little body like she was trying to balance on a coin operated children’s ride outside a grocery store.\n\nThere was a sharp intake of breath from Mark as Missa’s rear end eased backward and stopped against his erection. It might have skipped the preamble and slid into her if not for the angle and her small size. Instead, the bright red flesh of his cock rode up the curve of her backside until it stood cradled between her tiny ass cheeks, feeling the excited flicking of her tail as a series of thumps by base of her tail across his tip. \n\nHe felt the kitten wiggle her ass a little against him, even clamping her tail down to press him momentarily against her pucker, then she continued backing down his body. Her slit was kiss of fire up the length of his cock, then it was gone and cool fur again took its place. Melissa settled into position, lying full-length on her belly between his legs with her elbows propped on the cushion and her paws holding him upright. Hot breath hit the bare skin of his exposed cock and tickled the fur of his sheath and scrotum. When his shaft twitched in response, both cats giggled and the calico gave his knot a little kiss. The sensation of long, delicate whiskers and fuzzy lips on his skin naturally elicited another twitch, this one accompanied by a droplet of clear fluid that beaded at the tip of his cock and rolled down the shaft.\n\nMissa’s eyes brightened and she ran her tongue up from base to tip. She planted a couple more kisses on the pointed tip of the border collie’s penis and withdrew a few inches, licking her lips. The kitten glanced to her mother with a smile on her lips and a question in her mismatched eyes. Tiny paws angled the organ toward the grey cat.\n\nNot one to turn down an invitation of this sort, Val flashed her child a bright grin and dipped her head to slowly take Mark’s erection into her mouth. Her purrs echoed through the room, interspersed with faint slurping sounds as she sank over the bright red shaft. She gave the kitten a wink as her lips met the knot, then she pulled back until only the tip remained inside her mouth. Valerie opened her mouth to show Melissa how her rough tongue caressed, flicked, and blanketed the pointed end. Slick with saliva, the raging erection now dripped with a thin, almost continuous flow of precome. The clear fluid, aromatic and slightly viscous, quickly soaked the fur of the kitten’s paws with his smell and taste.\n\nMissa brought one damp paw to her mouth for a sniff and a lick. “It’s different!,” she said with a surprised look at her mom.\n\nVal snickered and replied, “Yes, it is. It’s very different from Pumpkin to Mark, but every guy has a slightly different scent and taste. Even one person may taste different, depending on what they’ve had to eat or drink.”\n\n“If he drinks cocoa, will it taste like cocoa?” The kitten’s mottled tail whipped in excitement.\n\nMark murmured from behind an arm he had thrown over his face to keep from yelling out during Val’s ministrations, “I don’t think that’s quite how it works, kiddo.\n\nVal slid the back of a finger up the man’s dick and licked off the moisture she collected. “No, but if we get him eating pineapple on the regular, it’ll be sweeter.”\n\n“Ugh, do I have to? It burns my mouth and tastes way too strong.”\n\n“Oh, sweetie,” the grey cat purred into his ear, “we wouldn’t force you.”\n\nA small finger traced the sheath rumpled up under the man’s knot and Missa mewed, “I do like sweet things, though. Could you make it sweet for me once, just to see what it’s like?”\n\nAw, kitten…” Mark cooed, stroking her head with one paw. “You’re just trying to convince me to do this again, aren’t ya?”\n\nShe kissed his knot again. Looking at the border collie’s face past his throbbing cock, her eyes glistened. “Please?”\n\nThe groan that escaped his muzzle was real exasperation, but the undertone of surrender was palpable to both the cats.\n\n “Hey, kitten?” The man said after a few moments of her running her paw pads in little wandering paths around his crotch.\n\n“Uh huh?”\n\n“I can’t feel my tail, hon. Could you hop up and move up this way for a bit?”\n\nShe looked at the fluffy tail trapped under her elbow and shot to her feet with apology in her eyes. Once she was standing, she gingerly stepped toward his upper body, stopping when her feet were planted on either side of his rib cage.\n\n“What do you want me to do?” she said with an adorable tilt to her head. From his point of view her mismatched eyes took on a half-lidded look that he might have sworn was unmitigated lust.\n\nMark patted his chest, right around the center of his sternum, and asked her to sit. She obliged, giving him a stunning view of her recently beleaguered pussy on the way down. He steadied her on her way down by keeping his hands at her waist. When her butt came to a rest on him, he let his paws wander over her torso and dipped his muzzle forward, easily meeting her sex with his nose. Short snuffling breaths tickled the little cat and made her squirm on top of him. Keeping her in place with his roaming paws, he took a deep breath of her sex and let his long tongue slide out to taste the kitten and her previous suitor.\n\nMelissa’s voice came as a gasp, calling the border collie’s name. She arched her body forward until her paws held the sides of his head and her cheek pressed against and rubbed on the space between his ears. Encouraged, the man let his tongue off the leash fully. The flavor of her, even mixed with the golden retriever’s musk, was intoxicating—so similar to her mother and yet so different. He lapped gently but hungrily at her little lips, occasionally exploring inside her. Her hips ground against his muzzle and she chirped and mewled as she continued rubbing her scent into the fur of his forehead and crown. As her contortions increased, he narrowed his focus to her firm little clitoris. His tongue flicked this way and that, and in the pauses he nibbled at her softly with his incisors. \n\nIn the midst of his oral reverie, he felt a familiar warmth around his cock. Valerie had once again taken him into her mouth, vibrating his length with her purrs as she watched him devour her daughter out of the corner of her eye. It took only a few short minutes for his tender yet fervent treatment to push the kitten to a series of small, quivering orgasms. Just when he thought he might join her, Val pulled back with an obnoxious slurp.\n\n“I want this dick in me so bad, but it’ll have to wait. Can you handle being stretched again, babygirl?”\n\nThe panting kitten shakily raised up and replied, “Yes! But…hang on.”\n\nThe bemused adults watched as she fumbled her way off the border collie and the couch. She wobbled a bit when she landed on the carpet but found her footing. Ever so carefully, the calico girl padded to the dining area and housed the remains of her juice box. She tossed it into the kitchen trash, wiped her mouth, and tottered back to scramble up from behind the couch.\n\n“Okay!” she said, sitting on the back cushion and clapping her paws. “Let’s do this!”\n\nHer mother recognized the delivery as a catchphrase from one of the kitten’s favorite cartoons and laughed.\n\nStanding up to rustle the kitten’s head fur, Val chirped, “Let’s!”\n\nVal helped Missa down from the back of the couch in a way that wouldn’t potentially injure all three of them, as wobbly as the kitten’s knees had been. She guided the girl over the border collie’s erection, already beginning to diminish in the downtime, with a paw on her daughter’s back to steady her. Melissa bent her knees with agonizing slowness. \n\n“Can I put you inside me, Mark,” the kitten mewled at the man as she reached down for his cock. \n\nSoft, warm paw pads seized his shaft and rejuvenated his erection. He tried his voice, but words wouldn’t come. Swallowing hard, he glanced back and forth between the cats’s faces, then simply nodded.\n\n“Nice and slow, baby,” Valerie purred. “Just like we’ve practiced.\n\nShaking off the shivers that lingered, tail whipping back and forth, the kitten balanced with continued help from her mom. Holding his cock lifted back to vertical, she closed the distance. The border collie’s hard panting had a soft whine beneath it as he watched her lower herself onto him. The heat from her pussy was incredible. Her mother burned hot, but this was insane. Ancient instinct kicked in, and Mark’s hips began to piston without need for conscious control. His position relative to hers didn’t allow for full penetration, but his aching cock did its best. Two-thirds of his length sank in and out with furious speed for maybe four strokes, before he took control of himself back. The dog’s black and white muzzle slammed shut with a clack of teeth and a deep growl. His brown eyes narrowed, and he slowed himself to a stop. He shook his head to clear the fog and placed his paws on the sides of her thighs, aiding her mom in the stabilization efforts. Not that it would help.\n\nMelissa pinched the tip of her tongue between her front teeth and set her own rhythm. Between the gentle bobbing her legs could manage and the rocking her of hips, she managed to ride that same two-thirds of his cock at a decent pace. Her cunt was beyond lubricated enough, made all the more so by his constant leaking. She rode for two minutes or more with smooth, slow strokes before a new wave of spasms made her knees buckle.\n\nHad you asked any of the three later if what happened next went incredibly slowly or incredibly fast, they would likely have replied both. Val and Mark had only been providing stability side-to-side, but now little Missa was dropping straight down. Eyes wide in shock, the kitten slid between their paws. With a squeak fighting its way through her throat, her descending pussy met his knot and, by happenstance, its walls contracted and released at just the right moment to accept the bulge without significant pressure.\n\nMissa’s rump landed on Mark’s pelvis, and her walls closed in with the impact. Bouncing back up, she met a hard stop at the swollen base of her lover’s member. The border collie’s knot now pressed and massaged directly on the little one’s g-spot, and she promptly lost herself. Wracked by great convulsions, she leaned forward and embraced the border collie’s chest. Clutching fingers grabbed bunches of his thick fur to hold him tight. She buried her face in his chest fur to mute her gasps and moans, as her hips rolled against him..\n\nTwo things happened for Mark at the moment she locked around him. He reached to catch her and immediately began filling her compact pussy with his seed. As she landed on his chest, his arms wrapped her in a tight embrace. The border collie’s long legs stretched out with a thrust of his hips, his toes spreading against the opposite arm of the couch. Deep within her, jets of semen lashed against her cervix and the deepest recesses of her vagina. He tucked his chin hard against Missa’s back and gasped her name between breathless curses.\n\nIt took eight minutes for the kitten’s orgasm to fade, but it only took her seven to pass out. Mark shared an amused look with Val, as he continued ejaculating within the girl. \n\n“Y’all’re assholes,” he muttered dreamily to the mother cat.\n\nShe smirked. “A little. But it had to be you…for both of us.”\n\nHe smiled faintly, as those subconscious bubbles found their way to the surface. It wasn’t the time to explore the feelings he was only just beginning to recognize. Besides, he had other priorities.\n\n“Hey, gorgeous.”\n\nShe tilted her head with a rumbling, “hmm?”\n\n“If you come around to this side of the couch, I’ll eat your ass before I fall asleep.” He flashed fangs and ran his tongue along them.\n\nWith schoolgirlish giddiness, she hopped up and padded around to his arm of the couch. She stood with her strong legs wide, eased over his face, and let his tongue do the work. It lashed her front to back and delved into both her pussy and her ass. Alternating between sucking on her whole crotch with his long jaws and worrying her holes and clit with his tongue, Mark worked her into a climax nearly as strong as her daughter’s. He fell into a mild, sleepy panic when she sagged on trembling knees, but she caught herself before she could suffocate him.\n\nValerie managed to pivot away from his head enough to let her sink to the carpet without hurting him. Landing on her knees, she gave a shuddering chuckle and leaned in to kiss his muzzle. True to his word, he was soon asleep. She laid her head next to his on the arm of the couch and played with his floppy ears for a minute or so before drifting off herself.\n\nTime stopped meaning much. By the time the moon had mounted the sky, they had all awoken from their impromptu nap and resumed activities. This time, Valerie took to her hands and knees on the carpet with Mark hunched over her from behind and Missa stretched on her back below them. The girl watched as the border collie entered her mother and began railing her in earnest. Tied to a pussy for a second time that evening, the man eased himself down until he was ass to ass with the grey cat. Their tails tangled with each other as they both rode the waves of their release.\n\nWriggling out from under them, Melissa wiped the dribbles that had escaped her mother’s cunt off of her face and stood up with a pondering look. She glanced at Pumpkin on his bed and winced a little. Even as inexperienced as she was, she knew it was time to give her body a small break from dog dick. An idea flashed across her face and she leaned in to her mother’s ear to whisper a request. Val gave her a distracted affirmative, and the girl trotted off to Valerie’s room.\n\nShe returned after a moment with a simple little pink rabbit vibrator, all smooth curves and soft texture. She sat on the coffee table so that she could look at the adults panting with genitals locked in a tight embrace. Remembering the feel of him inside her and seeing it from an outside angle, the kitten slowly sank the shaft of the vibrator into her still damp pussy and switched it on. She tried to avoid letting the clitoral stimulator hit her sensitive little bean but, after everything that had happened that evening, didn’t have the fine motor control necessary. A few solid bumps against her poor clit had her frustrated and a little sore. 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Mark’s eyes took one last look at the deadbolt on the apartment door. It was a symbolic barrier more than anything. Even if the cat, her daughter, and the family dog tried to stop him all at once, he was strong enough and fast enough to get through and out. Once he hit the hall, a few long strides would get him to the elevator and back to the safety of his own apartment.

A sudden weight in his crisscrossed legs, accompanied by a newly familiar wet heat against the bare flesh of his dick, broke him from his half-assed fantasy of a world where he wasn’t going to stay here until his balls couldn’t cough out another load to save his life. He felt the little calico wrap her arms and legs around his torso in…what?…joy? possession? Damned if he could tell.

Across that oh-so-short distance to the door, his eyes followed the arch of Valerie’s back as she bent to pull off her shoes. The bare blue-grey fur from her head to her waist caught the light from the combined kitchen and dining area like a thick velvet blanket. The tips of each hair caught light from different sources in the open floor plan—warm amber from the kitchen, a slightly cooler yellow from over the dining table, shifting blue from the television—giving her coat an almost ethereal look. Creases left by her discarded bra and camisole enhanced the vague supernatural feeling by leaving an impression of a shadow bound by the suggestion of clothes.

Her pumps hit the wall by the door with a chatter of hard leather and solid heels. The arc of motion that sent them flying carried her body back into an upright posture. Mark watched the familiar dance of undress with new eyes and a faint remembrance that she had once mentioned a youth spent in ballet. Pulled from the bedroom and thrust upon the novel stage of the entryway, her practiced grace transformed the open arrangement of living spaces into a stage. Every discarded piece of clothing shook the convention of a young mother returning home. Stripped of modesty and the trappings of the outside world, the cat’s blasé surroundings took on the intimacy of a creature’s den. The low ceiling that he often felt his ears brush against felt less like a weight and more like a shelter. Even her scent in the apartment seemed stronger, the soaked-in life that a wild animal’s home takes in from its occupants for all who enter to sense.

He thought about the way their scents lingered on each other the night of and day after each of their frequent romps. He’d never really thought about permanence in their relationship and figured she didn’t either, but he found himself wanting these aromas on him and around him forever. Equally so, he felt for the first time since he met Valerie that he wanted her to bear his scent as well, to mark her and be marked by her. The kitten wiggled in his lap, tickled by the building hardness beneath her. Dragging his eyes away from her mother, he considered Melissa in that same new context, breathed in their combined scents, and felt deep within that he wanted to share that same bond with her. Sex was at the forefront, a hunger for lithe feline bodies and panting breaths drowning almost everything else out, but something far under the surface stirred. Beyond the desire to drain his balls into mother and daughter a larger, stronger urge was awakening.

Family.

Mark had moved to the city from a quiet town with one gas station, three churches, and six bars. Back home was a mother border collie so lost to alcohol that even the desperate love of her son couldn’t reach her. Just outside the town limits, in a cemetery that always seemed to be lost to the inexorable growth of weed and shrub, stood a simple stone that bore his name. The border collie man beneath it had slept in the same house, ate meals at the same table, but never truly lived with his wife and son. The detachment culminated one night in the the muffled roar of a shotgun in the storage shed and a shapeless mound which the ambulance crew carried somberly to a waiting vehicle that had arrived in a bluster of lights and horns and left in dark silence.

Mark never mourned his father, but the sight of that stretcher bobbing through the backyard forever ruined for him all jokes that began with “What is black and white and red all over”. That house was not—may never have been—a home. The ghosts of impotent fury and hopeless surrender weren’t a family. The two pairs of brown eyes, each glassy for different reasons, weren’t love. And now, for the first time in his life, something deep in his subconscious was starting to feel that things like “home”, “family”, and “love” could be tangible instead of abstract.

These bubbles rising from the depths of his subconscious wouldn’t reach the surface for some time. While they wended their way up from the darkness, his conscious mind was filled with the warmth of a kitten and the quiet zip of Val’s skirt being undone.

The skirt hit the floor with a flop, and her left leg stepped out of the ring of fabric to allow her right leg free range to hook it over her toes and flip it up into the air. The subtle mirror to his own earlier casting off of the outer world’s garments was done with substantially more grace. Grey fingers caught the skirt without effort and tossed it onto the back of a dining chair which had already collected her other clothes.

Turning to face him full-on, Valerie strode slowly toward the living room. She ran her paws slowly over her creased fur, a sensual display that smoothed some of the creases and eased the itchiness left behind by the tighter articles. The bare fur seemed to fade and shift with each change in the angle of the lights. Wide hips and strong thighs swayed deliberately with each step. The tantalizing sweep and curl of her long tail completed the hypnotic display. Their eyes met again as his gaze finished its agonizing rise up her body. The gentle smile that brightened her face quickly shifted to something like a starved mouse pressing its face to a bakery window, an image augmented by the pink slash of her tongue across her lips and long whiskers.

“Mark, hon,” she said with a tone so low her words were barely recognizable through the purr that rumbled in her throat, “why don’t you lie down.”

As her paw slid along the back of the couch, tracing her route around the obstacle, the border collie wordlessly complied. He wrapped his arms around the kitten in his lap to keep her from toppling off and untangled his long, fluffy legs. Some awkward scooting and little meeps and giggles from his rider passed before he could stretch out with the back of his head on the arm cushion. A couple of small side-to-side twists freed his tail from being lodged uncomfortably under his lower back. Valerie continued padding around to the front of the couch and knelt on the carpet beside it. Her breasts brushed Mark’s side as she leaned in to Melissa’s ear and whispered something that made the kitten squirm with excitement.

Tiny paws spread their fingers through the long white fur of his chest. As Missa pushed herself upright, her hands slid down the border collie’s chest and belly. Trimmed claws, still sharp enough to scratch him, ploughed parallel rows through his fur as they passed over ribs and belly. The splayed fingers braced her little body like she was trying to balance on a coin operated children’s ride outside a grocery store.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Mark as Missa’s rear end eased backward and stopped against his erection. It might have skipped the preamble and slid into her if not for the angle and her small size. Instead, the bright red flesh of his cock rode up the curve of her backside until it stood cradled between her tiny ass cheeks, feeling the excited flicking of her tail as a series of thumps by base of her tail across his tip.

He felt the kitten wiggle her ass a little against him, even clamping her tail down to press him momentarily against her pucker, then she continued backing down his body. Her slit was kiss of fire up the length of his cock, then it was gone and cool fur again took its place. Melissa settled into position, lying full-length on her belly between his legs with her elbows propped on the cushion and her paws holding him upright. Hot breath hit the bare skin of his exposed cock and tickled the fur of his sheath and scrotum. When his shaft twitched in response, both cats giggled and the calico gave his knot a little kiss. The sensation of long, delicate whiskers and fuzzy lips on his skin naturally elicited another twitch, this one accompanied by a droplet of clear fluid that beaded at the tip of his cock and rolled down the shaft.

Missa’s eyes brightened and she ran her tongue up from base to tip. She planted a couple more kisses on the pointed tip of the border collie’s penis and withdrew a few inches, licking her lips. The kitten glanced to her mother with a smile on her lips and a question in her mismatched eyes. Tiny paws angled the organ toward the grey cat.

Not one to turn down an invitation of this sort, Val flashed her child a bright grin and dipped her head to slowly take Mark’s erection into her mouth. Her purrs echoed through the room, interspersed with faint slurping sounds as she sank over the bright red shaft. She gave the kitten a wink as her lips met the knot, then she pulled back until only the tip remained inside her mouth. Valerie opened her mouth to show Melissa how her rough tongue caressed, flicked, and blanketed the pointed end. Slick with saliva, the raging erection now dripped with a thin, almost continuous flow of precome. The clear fluid, aromatic and slightly viscous, quickly soaked the fur of the kitten’s paws with his smell and taste.

Missa brought one damp paw to her mouth for a sniff and a lick. “It’s different!,” she said with a surprised look at her mom.

Val snickered and replied, “Yes, it is. It’s very different from Pumpkin to Mark, but every guy has a slightly different scent and taste. Even one person may taste different, depending on what they’ve had to eat or drink.”

“If he drinks cocoa, will it taste like cocoa?” The kitten’s mottled tail whipped in excitement.

Mark murmured from behind an arm he had thrown over his face to keep from yelling out during Val’s ministrations, “I don’t think that’s quite how it works, kiddo.

Val slid the back of a finger up the man’s dick and licked off the moisture she collected. “No, but if we get him eating pineapple on the regular, it’ll be sweeter.”

“Ugh, do I have to? It burns my mouth and tastes way too strong.”

“Oh, sweetie,” the grey cat purred into his ear, “we wouldn’t force you.”

A small finger traced the sheath rumpled up under the man’s knot and Missa mewed, “I do like sweet things, though. Could you make it sweet for me once, just to see what it’s like?”

Aw, kitten…” Mark cooed, stroking her head with one paw. “You’re just trying to convince me to do this again, aren’t ya?”

She kissed his knot again. Looking at the border collie’s face past his throbbing cock, her eyes glistened. “Please?”

The groan that escaped his muzzle was real exasperation, but the undertone of surrender was palpable to both the cats.

 “Hey, kitten?” The man said after a few moments of her running her paw pads in little wandering paths around his crotch.

“Uh huh?”

“I can’t feel my tail, hon. Could you hop up and move up this way for a bit?”

She looked at the fluffy tail trapped under her elbow and shot to her feet with apology in her eyes. Once she was standing, she gingerly stepped toward his upper body, stopping when her feet were planted on either side of his rib cage.

“What do you want me to do?” she said with an adorable tilt to her head. From his point of view her mismatched eyes took on a half-lidded look that he might have sworn was unmitigated lust.

Mark patted his chest, right around the center of his sternum, and asked her to sit. She obliged, giving him a stunning view of her recently beleaguered pussy on the way down. He steadied her on her way down by keeping his hands at her waist. When her butt came to a rest on him, he let his paws wander over her torso and dipped his muzzle forward, easily meeting her sex with his nose. Short snuffling breaths tickled the little cat and made her squirm on top of him. Keeping her in place with his roaming paws, he took a deep breath of her sex and let his long tongue slide out to taste the kitten and her previous suitor.

Melissa’s voice came as a gasp, calling the border collie’s name. She arched her body forward until her paws held the sides of his head and her cheek pressed against and rubbed on the space between his ears. Encouraged, the man let his tongue off the leash fully. The flavor of her, even mixed with the golden retriever’s musk, was intoxicating—so similar to her mother and yet so different. He lapped gently but hungrily at her little lips, occasionally exploring inside her. Her hips ground against his muzzle and she chirped and mewled as she continued rubbing her scent into the fur of his forehead and crown. As her contortions increased, he narrowed his focus to her firm little clitoris. His tongue flicked this way and that, and in the pauses he nibbled at her softly with his incisors.

In the midst of his oral reverie, he felt a familiar warmth around his cock. Valerie had once again taken him into her mouth, vibrating his length with her purrs as she watched him devour her daughter out of the corner of her eye. It took only a few short minutes for his tender yet fervent treatment to push the kitten to a series of small, quivering orgasms. Just when he thought he might join her, Val pulled back with an obnoxious slurp.

“I want this dick in me so bad, but it’ll have to wait. Can you handle being stretched again, babygirl?”

The panting kitten shakily raised up and replied, “Yes! But…hang on.”

The bemused adults watched as she fumbled her way off the border collie and the couch. She wobbled a bit when she landed on the carpet but found her footing. Ever so carefully, the calico girl padded to the dining area and housed the remains of her juice box. She tossed it into the kitchen trash, wiped her mouth, and tottered back to scramble up from behind the couch.

“Okay!” she said, sitting on the back cushion and clapping her paws. “Let’s do this!”

Her mother recognized the delivery as a catchphrase from one of the kitten’s favorite cartoons and laughed.

Standing up to rustle the kitten’s head fur, Val chirped, “Let’s!”

Val helped Missa down from the back of the couch in a way that wouldn’t potentially injure all three of them, as wobbly as the kitten’s knees had been. She guided the girl over the border collie’s erection, already beginning to diminish in the downtime, with a paw on her daughter’s back to steady her. Melissa bent her knees with agonizing slowness.

“Can I put you inside me, Mark,” the kitten mewled at the man as she reached down for his cock.

Soft, warm paw pads seized his shaft and rejuvenated his erection. He tried his voice, but words wouldn’t come. Swallowing hard, he glanced back and forth between the cats’s faces, then simply nodded.

“Nice and slow, baby,” Valerie purred. “Just like we’ve practiced.

Shaking off the shivers that lingered, tail whipping back and forth, the kitten balanced with continued help from her mom. Holding his cock lifted back to vertical, she closed the distance. The border collie’s hard panting had a soft whine beneath it as he watched her lower herself onto him. The heat from her pussy was incredible. Her mother burned hot, but this was insane. Ancient instinct kicked in, and Mark’s hips began to piston without need for conscious control. His position relative to hers didn’t allow for full penetration, but his aching cock did its best. Two-thirds of his length sank in and out with furious speed for maybe four strokes, before he took control of himself back. The dog’s black and white muzzle slammed shut with a clack of teeth and a deep growl. His brown eyes narrowed, and he slowed himself to a stop. He shook his head to clear the fog and placed his paws on the sides of her thighs, aiding her mom in the stabilization efforts. Not that it would help.

Melissa pinched the tip of her tongue between her front teeth and set her own rhythm. Between the gentle bobbing her legs could manage and the rocking her of hips, she managed to ride that same two-thirds of his cock at a decent pace. Her cunt was beyond lubricated enough, made all the more so by his constant leaking. She rode for two minutes or more with smooth, slow strokes before a new wave of spasms made her knees buckle.

Had you asked any of the three later if what happened next went incredibly slowly or incredibly fast, they would likely have replied both. Val and Mark had only been providing stability side-to-side, but now little Missa was dropping straight down. Eyes wide in shock, the kitten slid between their paws. With a squeak fighting its way through her throat, her descending pussy met his knot and, by happenstance, its walls contracted and released at just the right moment to accept the bulge without significant pressure.

Missa’s rump landed on Mark’s pelvis, and her walls closed in with the impact. Bouncing back up, she met a hard stop at the swollen base of her lover’s member. The border collie’s knot now pressed and massaged directly on the little one’s g-spot, and she promptly lost herself. Wracked by great convulsions, she leaned forward and embraced the border collie’s chest. Clutching fingers grabbed bunches of his thick fur to hold him tight. She buried her face in his chest fur to mute her gasps and moans, as her hips rolled against him..

Two things happened for Mark at the moment she locked around him. He reached to catch her and immediately began filling her compact pussy with his seed. As she landed on his chest, his arms wrapped her in a tight embrace. The border collie’s long legs stretched out with a thrust of his hips, his toes spreading against the opposite arm of the couch. Deep within her, jets of semen lashed against her cervix and the deepest recesses of her vagina. He tucked his chin hard against Missa’s back and gasped her name between breathless curses.

It took eight minutes for the kitten’s orgasm to fade, but it only took her seven to pass out. Mark shared an amused look with Val, as he continued ejaculating within the girl.

“Y’all’re assholes,” he muttered dreamily to the mother cat.

She smirked. “A little. But it had to be you…for both of us.”

He smiled faintly, as those subconscious bubbles found their way to the surface. It wasn’t the time to explore the feelings he was only just beginning to recognize. Besides, he had other priorities.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She tilted her head with a rumbling, “hmm?”

“If you come around to this side of the couch, I’ll eat your ass before I fall asleep.” He flashed fangs and ran his tongue along them.

With schoolgirlish giddiness, she hopped up and padded around to his arm of the couch. She stood with her strong legs wide, eased over his face, and let his tongue do the work. It lashed her front to back and delved into both her pussy and her ass. Alternating between sucking on her whole crotch with his long jaws and worrying her holes and clit with his tongue, Mark worked her into a climax nearly as strong as her daughter’s. He fell into a mild, sleepy panic when she sagged on trembling knees, but she caught herself before she could suffocate him.

Valerie managed to pivot away from his head enough to let her sink to the carpet without hurting him. Landing on her knees, she gave a shuddering chuckle and leaned in to kiss his muzzle. True to his word, he was soon asleep. She laid her head next to his on the arm of the couch and played with his floppy ears for a minute or so before drifting off herself.

Time stopped meaning much. By the time the moon had mounted the sky, they had all awoken from their impromptu nap and resumed activities. This time, Valerie took to her hands and knees on the carpet with Mark hunched over her from behind and Missa stretched on her back below them. The girl watched as the border collie entered her mother and began railing her in earnest. Tied to a pussy for a second time that evening, the man eased himself down until he was ass to ass with the grey cat. Their tails tangled with each other as they both rode the waves of their release.

Wriggling out from under them, Melissa wiped the dribbles that had escaped her mother’s cunt off of her face and stood up with a pondering look. She glanced at Pumpkin on his bed and winced a little. Even as inexperienced as she was, she knew it was time to give her body a small break from dog dick. An idea flashed across her face and she leaned in to her mother’s ear to whisper a request. Val gave her a distracted affirmative, and the girl trotted off to Valerie’s room.

She returned after a moment with a simple little pink rabbit vibrator, all smooth curves and soft texture. She sat on the coffee table so that she could look at the adults panting with genitals locked in a tight embrace. Remembering the feel of him inside her and seeing it from an outside angle, the kitten slowly sank the shaft of the vibrator into her still damp pussy and switched it on. She tried to avoid letting the clitoral stimulator hit her sensitive little bean but, after everything that had happened that evening, didn’t have the fine motor control necessary. A few solid bumps against her poor clit had her frustrated and a little sore. To counter this, the clever girl twisted the device inside her so that the stimulator could no longer cause trouble.

When something wants to cause trouble, though, it will find a way. The buzzing stimulator was now bumping her tail hole and it only took a few strokes before the juices that covered it and every inch of the space between her legs allowed the little rascal to pop right into her butt. That was a type of play she had tried with her mom, but only as a standalone thing. Feeling the vibrations and pressure in both of her holes, the kitten lapsed into another heavy climax.

There was no attempt to steady herself on the coffee table, nor any mind to. She hardly even noticed when her body tumbled off. Landing on her side, the kitten curled into a fetal position while making low sounds that were as cute as they were sensual. The vibrator popped out of her when she curled up and lay buzzing on the living room floor.

This time she fell asleep for real, exhausted by the evening’s activities. A half-hour later, once the man’s knot had calmed enough to slip out of Valerie’s pussy, the two adults scooped Melissa up and shuffled off to Val’s bed.

[We’ll call that the end of the second part. I’m tempted to do a wrap up, but this feels like a comfortable place to end. If you want an epilogue about where things go from here (which I haven’t even begun to consider yet) drop a comment and let me know.]", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Keeping Up With the Joneses - Part 2", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "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": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "30" }