0 comments/ 51537 views/ 32 favorites Sheeba's Cat Therapy By: dowd_elwood_p I shook the last few drops of digested beer off the end of my penis and looked over at the litter box again. Against the wall between the toilet and vanity sat a low-sided, litter-filled, plastic tray that must have been about four feet in length. The granules looked slightly used, but instead of paw prints on the surface, there were large indentations and scuff marks. As I moved over to the sink to wash my hands, I also noticed that a single, long, black hair lay curled up in the corner of the tray. Returning to the living room, I puzzled over the strange dimensions of the cat facility. "Hey, Bri," I called out, passing through towards the kitchen, "Regular or light?" My buddy Brian, who I used to work with until I changed jobs, could afford to lose a pound or two. He probably should have been the one getting off his butt to fetch the beers instead of sprawling in his leather recliner, but I knew he was glued to the ice hockey game on TV. "Regular, Harv," he answered recumbently, "Are you suggesting I need to watch my girlish figure?" I returned from the kitchen and brought him his beer. "So what's with the litter box?" I asked. "That's for Sheeba, our cat." I crossed over to the couch and sat down. "What've you got – a mountain lion?" "Ah ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha," he guffawed, "No." "No really, Bri," I pressed, "It's as big ..." "YESSS!!" He sat up with a jolt, causing the recliner's footrest to slam shut. I looked over at the TV to catch the replay. From the kitchen, the sound of a creaking screen door announced someone's arrival. Brian and Karen had one of those houses where everyone came to the back door even though the front one worked just fine. "Bri!!" yelled the visitor. It was Karen. "Can't you park any closer to the garage, Hon?" The crumpling of paper bags told me that she had just returned from grocery shopping, but the accompanying sound of sliding and scurrying on the kitchen floor had me stumped. "I'm almost half out on the street." Struggling with the zipper on her jacket, Karen entered the living room. "Har-vey!!" she screamed in pleasant surprise when she caught sight of me. "Harvey's here," Brian pointed out without looking away from the TV or considering the need for the observation. "I can see that," she answered as she kneeled on the couch and threw her arms around me. Karen is not a stunning beauty, but she would be a very distracting girl-next-door. She has a narrow face, wears thin glasses and typically pulls her shoulder-length blonde hair back into a pony-tail. Sometimes she looked like Helen Hunt to me. And just below the surface was something sultry and wild that would peek through from time to time but never fully revealed itself. She was definitely a better catch than Brian deserved, but the two of them joked around a lot and made a good team. She gave me a welcome kiss on the mouth that was softer and longer than it probably should have been. I felt kind of guilty about enjoying it so much, and then she gave me a second one. Karen tended to be expressive like that, and I figured that Brian, in full confidence of their relationship, would just ignore us. Nevertheless, when I heard a noise at my feet, I wondered for a moment if he was standing at the couch glowering down at us, but I dismissed the idea. The sound was more like a heavy padding or creeping noise that moved across our front. Was it Sheeba? I wanted to look, but Karen's face blocked my view as she toyed with my lips, and then, the movement disappeared into the hallway. "You're gonna stay the night, aren't you?" Karen said, coming up for air and finally taking off her jacket. "No," I responded, "Brian told me you've got a guest named Sheila staying with you now, and I don't want to be an added burden." "Harvey's staying the night," Brian said off-handedly, continuing to fix his attention on the screen. "Oh, it's no bother! You're staying. It's decided, but ... I don't know where Brian's going to sleep," Karen flirted. "Yeah right!" Brian scoffed, leaning back more in his chair. "Ah ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ..." "Let me just go put some linen on your bed," Karen said, getting up off the couch. "It's so good to see you again. ... Brian, could you go put the groceries away for me?" "Yep," Brian replied but remained in place. Karen threw her coat over at Brian, who let it slide off him onto the far side of the chair, and then she walked towards the bedrooms. In the hall, there was a sudden scurrying noise. "Oh! Sheeba," she cried, "You almost tripped me. Here ...," after which, a small wire-cage ball with a bell in it came tinkling into the room. Quickly behind the ball pounced the large, dark figure of a ... a ... a girl on her hands and knees. A girl with long black hair and ... a tail ... and pointed ears! Sheeba? Surely not! It was definitely a girl. She was in her early 20s, and she was wearing a black Lycra bodysuit and studded leather collar. Scampering towards the ball, she swatted at her prey, causing first it to dingle under a sideboard and then her to lose interest. "NO!" Brian yelled at the TV, "You idiots!" The prowling cat girl turned her attention to the recliner. Her black, cat ears stood high on her head, and her black, semi-firm tail swept stiffly to and fro with her body's undulating movement. The suit fit closely on her like a second skin, allowing me to see clearly the athletic tensing of her muscles, the sculpted definition of her curves and the heavy sway of her breasts. Brian's hand dangled over the armrest, and the girl slid underneath it, making his fingers drag over the top of her head. Brian reacted by petting a few strokes along her back without looking. "Um, Brian," I queried, somewhat dumbfounded, "What's going on?" Now that I had a closer look at the feline figure, I could see that the tail and ears were costume accessories and that the bodysuit was actually a matching long-sleeve undershirt and pair of stretch pants. The skin-tight material clung uncompromisingly to her wonderfully round and full breasts and to her equally round and tight ass, revealing every detail. "Oh, the Bruins got called for too many men on the ice," Brian responded to the question he thought that I had asked him. "They just screwed up their man advantage." The cat girl finished rubbing up against the side of his chair and turned toward me. Her eyes locked onto me as if I were prey. As human as she seemed to be, there was nothing human about that stare. She had me fixed; I had been cut from the herd. She stalked across the floor in my direction, her hands reaching out alternately for firm purchase, her body swaying in behind and her head locked onto her gaze. When I finally got a good look at her face, I was stunned – she was gorgeous. She had a round, youthful face with an innocently small nose and a distractingly pouty mouth. She reminded me of Katie Holmes or maybe Rose McGowan – partly childlike, partly smouldering. And those eyes ... those piercing eyes ... "No, I mean the ... er ... your ...," I stammered, unnerved by the threatening, unblinking approach of my stalker. I felt a cold, pulling sensation in my balls, like when I know I'm about to get yelled at. At the couch, she broke off her attack and weaved between my legs, rubbing her sides against the back of one calf and the front of the other shin. Circling back, she manoeuvred between my spread knees and sat back on her haunches, looking up at me. She had a cherubic face ... with a devilish look! Her stare was penetrating. She jerked her body up and placed her hands ... her forepaws? ... on the top of my thighs. Slowly stretching her body forward, she pushed her nose towards my face, sniffing as she approached. In the stretch, her nipples poked firmly under her stretchy top. Her eyes had a quizzical look to them, as if she were trying to size me up. With that look and her nails digging into my thighs, I almost believed that I had a real cat on my lap, and by reflex, I reached around and ran my hand along the back of her hair ... petting her. What was I doing? ... What was she doing? The cat girl sprang her lower body up, resting her knees on the seat cushion between my legs and impaling her foreclaws – I mean her fingernails – into my upper chest. Her momentum forced me back in my seat. She pressed her cheek along the side of my jaw and then rubbed her face towards my ear. Her smooth, tender skin felt cool and silky. I froze, not knowing what to do. As her cheek grazed the side of my face, she kept making a low humming sound near my ear. She was purring! "Hrrrr ... hrrrr ... hrrrr ..." A thin trail of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth and wet my cheek. Karen returned from her chores. "Shee-ba!" she scolded my mauler and then crossed to sit beside me on the couch again. "Boy! She's really taken to you," she observed, "She's usually pretty shy. Sheeba, come here." She patted her own lap. *** Grooming Sheeba *** Sheeba dropped down from my chest and manoeuvred her way over to Karen. Her upright tail slid ticklishly under my jaw. "Yeow, yeow," she called out plaintively. "Yes, I know," Karen responded comfortingly, holding Sheeba's face in her hands and rubbing her jowls, "You're hot, aren't you?" "Hon?" she called out to her husband, "Could you pass me the hairbrush?" But he remained rivetted to the game. "Yes! ... Yes! ... YES!!" he cheered at the TV. Karen grasped the bottom of Sheeba's shirt and began to lift it up. "Harvey," she turned to me, "Would you be a dear? It's over on his end table." She then lifted the shirt entirely over the girl's head. I stood up obediently but was transfixed by the scene. Two supple, creamy, very supple, full, wonderfully supple breasts sprang out from underneath the shirt and bounced onto the girl's chest. Karen pulled the long train of black hair through the neck opening, and then the cat girl flopped her back down on my vacated seat. I went to fetch the hairbrush and returned to see her arms cocked up on the sides of her chest and her breasts pointing invitingly up at me. Karen pulled off her tights. Underneath, the girl had on a pair of black crotchless panties and ... and ... nothing else. The fluffy black strands of her small patch of pubic hair looked wispy soft, appropriately fur-like and innocently exposed. I thought about looking away, but everybody else seemed unperturbed by the whole scene, so I just watched in amazement and handed the hairbrush to Karen. Sheeba got up, circled on Karen's lap and lay chest-down facing me. I sat back down, and Karen slowly brushed the girl's long, silky hair. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I was getting very turned on by the sight of this beautiful, naked, feral girl. I glanced down to get a better look at her tail – the costume one, not the fleshy one ... not the soft, full, caressable ... Uh ... Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the tail was attached to the back of the panties, just above ... just above the two delicate, squishy mounds of her inviting bum. I wanted to reach out and run my hand along her ... Gawd!! My mind was straying dangerously. What in the heck was going on here? "Karen," I asked finally, "Why is she ... uh ... acting this way?" Sheeba stretched out her face to my hand, which was resting on the seat between us, and licked the back of it. I was shocked but didn't pull my hand away. She lifted her mouth over and licked my palm fervently. ... What a feeling! The tingles shot up my arm and down my spine. Her tongue was wet and rough, and it felt like she was trying to remove my top layer of skin. Karen tickled the girl behind one of her real ears. "Ooooh, she's just acting this way," Karen cooed, "Because she wants attention. ... Don't you, Sheeba? Don't you?" The girl flipped onto her back and batted defensively at Karen's tickling hands. Karen changed to stroking her stomach, and Sheeba stretched out in enjoyment. "Here," Karen said, grabbing my hand and stroking it down the front of her body, "She likes her front rubbed." I was shocked because, under Karen's guidance, my hand was not avoiding the girl's breasts ... her soft breasts ... her mushy yet firm mounds ... her ... Boy, this was arousing ... but creepy. "Don't be shy, Harvey," Karen encouraged me, "If she doesn't like it, she'll move." She continued to guide my hand all over her front. Her hard nipples felt like little gumdrops in my palms as my hands passed over her butter-soft breasts. I could hear the girl purring in my lap. Karen reached over beside the couch, picked up a squat tin and pried off its top. The tin contained a type of white ointment. She pushed it my way and said, "Here, put some of this on your fingertips." I dragged my fingers through the greasy salve and scooped out a small glob. Karen replaced the top and returned the tin to where she had gotten it. Then Sheeba spread her legs. "Oh!" Karen exclaimed, "She must really trust you. I've never seen her act this way with a stranger before. Brian, have you seen this?" "Huh?" was the only response. Karen pulled my hand down to her vagina. It was warm and pliable and very wet. The soft hair felt slick in my fingers, and her little lips spread and conformed to my touch. I applied the ointment gently on the soft, yielding exterior of her vagina. "That's it," Karen coached, "She's likes it just like that. Nice and gentle. She's had a rough time down there, and she needs some soothing. ... Don't you Sheeba?" I felt very, very creepy about what I was doing ... and yet very, very aroused. I found it odd that Karen and Brian were condoning this. I almost started to giggle. I swirled my fingers around in small circles on her lower lips. The moist little mounds squished around with my revolutions, making wet little smicking and smacking sounds as they opened and closed with the movement. Karen pressed two of my fingers through Sheeba's slit into her warm, wet interior. "In here as well," she instructed me. As I slid my fingers smoothly inside, Sheeba elongated her body into a long, quivering stretch, and her vaginal muscles gripped firmly onto my fingers. All of a sudden, the girl jumped up onto her hands and knees and nuzzled into me. Her head went under my chin, causing her hair to brush across my throat and a stiff, costume, cat ear to slash at my Adam's apple. Then, she kneeled on my lap again and placed her hands on my shoulders. She moved her head forward, and I braced myself to be nuzzled like before, but this time, I felt something wet on my earlobe. She was licking me!?! Her tongue darted up and down along my cheek then under my jaw and down my neck. The wet residue of her licking felt cool where she had been, but the touch of her tongue felt warm where she was. Lick and lick and lick. A few spots on my neck that she attended tickled intensely and made me squirm. Her tongue crested my chin and landed on my mouth. It flitted along my lips, occasionally separating and penetrating them. Her tongue became a staccato probe. I could feel and hear her breathing, and I overheard Karen whispering urgently, "Brian ... Brian ... Look." Sheeba sped up her work – lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, ... I gave in. Unable to resist her assault, I opened my mouth to her ministrations. Her tongue darted in and out of my open mouth a few times ... and then she stopped. She swung down from my face and crawled off my lap, but before she left, she thrust her ass up into my face. ... Was it an insult? Had I offended her? Maybe I shouldn't have opened my mouth. Her tail just missed hitting me in the nose. Looking down, I could see the little pink pucker of her anus. "Oooo," Karen exclaimed, "She really does like you. She was just presenting." "Presenting? What does that mean?" I asked. Sheeba jumped down from the couch and swayed seductively off into the hallway. "Well, if you were a male cat," Karen explained, "You'd be having the time of your life tonight." Brian, who I then realized was smirking at me, gave me a wink and turned back to the TV. "Brian, are you going to watch that stupid game all night?" Karen demanded. "Huh?" Brian responded without looking. Karen sighed in exasperation and stood up. "I guess I'm going to have to go and change," Karen said to me, "into something more attention-grabbing THAN A FROZEN BOXING MATCH!" Karen's raised voice had no effect. "Huh?" Brian responded, absently. Karen shrugged her shoulders and placed a knee back down on the couch beside me. Leaning over my face, she said coyly, "Well, at least I've got your attention." She then gave me another long, soft kiss. "I was getting jealous watching Sheeba cozy up to you," she whispered into my ear and reached a hand down to my crotch. "Mmmm. I think you're doing your own kind of presenting." She squeezed my erection firmly through my pants. "Is this for her or for me?" she asked with a pout, but before I could say anything, she gave me a quick kiss and left. *** Understanding Sheeba *** I sat for a moment in stunned silence. I was somewhat used to Karen's impish, teasing advances, but I couldn't remember her ever feeling me up before, and I was completely bewildered by the cat girl in heat. My thoughts swung wildly between adultery and bestiality. This was turning out to be quite the visit. "Brian," I said jumping up, "I need you in the kitchen!" I figured that the only way I could have an intelligent dialogue with him was to get him away from the game. "What?" Brian sniffed, annoyed at my timing. "Now!" I ordered and walked into the next room. Brian groaned, extracting himself from the comfortable embrace of his chair, and sauntered slowly over to the refrigerator to resupply his beer. "What the frig is going on?!" I asked impatiently. "Oh, that was nothing," Brian replied, twisting off the beer cap, "Karen's just happy to see you again. You know she can get touchy-feely sometimes. I don't mind." "Nooo!! I mean with the cat ... or the girl ... or the cat girl ... or, you know, with Sheeba!" "Oh, with Sheeba. Well, Sheeba is Sheila's cat persona." I waited, but no further explanation seemed to be forthcoming. "And?" "And it's all this therapy we've got her into. Feline restor ... Wait a minute." Brian put his beer down on the kitchen table and picked up a letter off the top of the refrigerator. "Here it is," he continued, reading from the letter, " 'Feline esteem restoration auto-corrective learning therapy' or some such thing. Anyways, it's called Cat-tharsis, which I thought was a pretty cute name. Cat-tharsis, ha ha ha ha ha ..." "What in the heck are you talking about?" Brian grabbed his beer, took a swig and leaned back on the counter, moving one of the untouched grocery bags out of the way. "Sheila is a run-away who we took in. Poor girl, she has lived a very abused life. When we found her, she had just gotten out of her second abusive relationship. It had been really bad. The guy used to ... well, I won't get into it, but when we rescued her, her self-esteem was rock bottom. So we decided to take her to a shrink." Brian took another drink of his beer. "The shrink said that, because Sheila was so fond of cats, we should try out this new therapy – this Cat-tharsis thing. The doc said, ..." Brian referred back to the letter and changed his voice into a mock academic tone, presumably mimicking the psychologist, " 'Through her cat persona, she will be able to dissociate herself from her abused identity and rebuild her ego from the safety of her cat role-playing persona. She will identify with the dignity and independence that she reveres in cats, and in the process, she will learn again to respect her body image and embrace her full sexuality. In time, she will re-integrate her re-acquired self-esteem and ego-defence mechanisms into her normal persona, and her feline guardian personality will be subsumed.' " Sheeba's Cat Therapy My jaw dropped. "You gotta be kidding me." "Hey, all I know is that I like the name – Cat-tharsis. Ah ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ..." Brian took another swig of beer and put the letter back on top of the refrigerator. "But Brian, she's naked, and she was licking me, and I was touching her ... her ... you know ..." "Her pussy? Ah ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha... Don't worry about it. The shrink said that it's all part of the process. She has to deconstruct her victimization and re-establish control of her sexual sovereignty, or some psycho-babble like that. He said that it's really important to go with the flow and be open about her body and her sexual responses. She has to learn to be comfortable with them and to be the one controlling the situation. Whatever you do, follow her lead and let her be in control. Besides, ..." He finished his beer in one last guzzle and then opened the refrigerator for another one. "... the shrink isn't cheap, and I don't want any set-backs. ... Hey, we're missing the game." *** Contemplating Sheeba *** Brian returned to the living room, and with the slapping sound of the chair reclining, I figured that he had settled back in, so I grabbed another beer and turned to the go back in the living room. But I hesitated. I heard a noise coming from the far side of the kitchen. I walked over and found a partially opened door with some stairs that descended into a dark basement. In the dim recesses, I could hear the faint sounds of something moving – shuffling and skuttering, but I couldn't be exactly sure what it was. Had Sheeba sneaked by us and gone down there? I tried to concentrate on the sound, but it went quiet. I looked around for the light switch but couldn't see it. Eventually, I no longer heard any noise and gave up my vigil. I sauntered into the living room and flopped down on the couch. I tried to get back into the game, but my mind wandered to images of a naked cat girl lying on my lap letting me run my hand all over her body. I was getting incredibly aroused, and I started thinking about making a surreptitious trip to the bathroom to ... release my tension. I reached down and adjusted my pants. My firming member rubbed deliciously along the constraining material as I re-adjusted it to a more upright position. I visualized locking the bathroom door and hurriedly rubbing one off, while my hosts sat unknowingly next door. I knew it would have to be quiet and quick. It would have to be one of those orgasms that gets clenched in my throat while it pushes desperately against the neck muscles to escape. I would have to aim my hard pole awkwardly down towards the bowl as best I could despite its straining to point up at the wall over the tank. I might have to deflect the spurts with my hand to block the gobs of spitting cum. Maybe the cat girl would already be in the bathroom when I locked the door. She would pad gingerly into the litter box beside the toilet, scratching at the granules to arrange a fresh patch. She would position herself carefully with her thighs spread. Her breasts would hang down, unguarded, between her outstretched, supporting arms. A delicate rivulet of pee would stream between her legs into the thirsty grains below, while a few droplets would spatter off to the side and run innocently down her inner thigh. Her soft, black, pubic fur would glisten with residue. As I straddled the toilet bowl, stroking furiously on my anxious hard-on, Sheeba might lick teasingly on the back of a calf as she sprayed guilelessly onto the litter at her knees. I might even turn towards her at the right moment and shoot onto her back, my cum arching in the air and landing on her smooth, unprotected skin. The white ooze running across her ... Suddenly, a white figure entered my field of view, and my hand reflexively leapt off my lap and burrowed shamefully between the cushions of the couch. *** Upstaging Sheeba *** Karen had returned to the living room. When I revived and looked over in her direction, my eyes bugged out. She was wearing a white, floor-length, backless gown with spaghetti straps at the shoulders. I could tell that she was also wearing a small, white, lace G-string underneath it, because ... I could see it CLEARLY through the transparent material of the gown! My Gawd, she was practically naked in front of me. I scanned up her body and could not avoid seeing two lusciously heavy, nose-cone-shaped breasts pushing up under the gown and pressing two dark aureoles immodestly into the see-through fabric. I closed my mouth to prevent my tongue from slewing out. "Uh hummm ...," Karen coughed as she posed provocatively between the couch and her inattentive husband. There was no response from the recliner. "Uh hummm!" she repeated. "Huh?" Brian replied, failing to move his head in her direction. "Brian!" Karen called out, "The coach wants to see you in the dressing room." "Huh?" Brian repeated, still glued to the TV, "Yeah, I'll do the groceries at the commercial." Karen placed her fists onto her hips and scowled. Then she turned to me, still not the least bit embarrassed. "Well," she sighed, walking over and sitting on my lap, "I guess that just leaves you and me, sweetie." She hooked her arms around my neck and gave me a big wet kiss on the lips that smacked audibly ... on purpose. But looking back across the room, she still detected no response from her spouse. She scowled again. Karen's barely-covered, pink breasts hung temptingly just a short reaching-distance above my hand that was supporting her waist. She sighed and let her head wilt onto my shoulder. "He's having an affair with a stupid frozen sport," she confided to me with exasperation, "Does he have to do it in our living room in front of me?" "You poor thing," I tried half-heartedly to console her but only succeeded in sounding trite. She placed a hand on my jaw and swivelled my head around to face her. "You wouldn't ignore me to watch a game, would you Harvey?" she asked with a pout. Far from it!! "I ... uh ... I can't say that I c-c-could," I stammered. Her face lit up a bit, and her head lifted off my shoulder. An evil twinkle glinted in her eyes. I don't think she was reacting to what I had just said. Instead, I think she had just hatched an idea ... a really bad idea. "No, I don't suppose you would, Harvey," she said thoughtfully, as she leaned her head towards mine. She grabbed my jaw firmly and positioned it at an accessible angle. Then her lips began their assault. Karen kissed my mouth relentlessly. Her lips encompassed mine and dragged softly over their surface, only to return again and again and again. Her kisses were wet, purposeful and loud – intentionally loud. She breathed in through her mouth each time that she lifted her lips off mine for another assault. The inhaled air gasped into her mouth needily, making an urgent slurping sound. One of her hands snaked between our bodies and slid down the front of my pants. It wedged tightly between her outer thigh and my straining hard-on. "Oh my!" she exhaled into my mouth on detecting my state of arousal. She pulled her arm up and pushed down awkwardly to press firmly along my covered pole. I lifted my arm to grab her hand away, but it banged into a figure that appeared from nowhere at my side. It was Sheeba. She had jumped onto the couch and was stretching her face up towards us. Her nose inched closer and closer to our energetic kissing, tentatively pressing in and then pulling back. Karen took no notice of our new spectator. She seemed relentless and was, if nothing else, building up steam. Kissing and rubbing. Kissing and rubbing. I wanted to stop her, but Sheeba was now kneeling on my hand. My cock had expanded past the comfortable confines of my pants. I shifted my hips to relieve the pressure on it, but Karen used that opportunity to seize a better grip. Kissing and rubbing. Kissing and rubbing. I was now in danger of being taken to climax. Sheeba started licking my cheek ... I really didn't need that. The numerous stimuli were overwhelming my senses. I moaned a bit when a few of Karen's successive strokes found a sweet spot on my shaft, and my reaction caused her to whimper into my mouth. Kissing and rubbing and licking. Kissing and rubbing and licking. I was about to give up control. Then suddenly a siren sounded on TV, signalling the end of the game. "Hey!" Brian cried out as the recliner slapped upright, "What am I missing out on here?" With the slamming of the chair, Sheeba jumped down off the couch and skittered off into the kitchen. Karen barely took a break to glance over her shoulder and say breathlessly, "You had [breathe] your chance, [breathe] fella." She turned immediately back to resume her molestation, but her weight abruptly lifted off of my lap. In a single brutish move, Brian had thrown her arm over his neck and lifted her fireman-style over his shoulder. "Well some guys are lucky enough to get second chances," Brian commented as he bounced her body up to adjust her balance. It had been an impressive lift; I hadn't expected him to be quite that strong. Karen's arms and legs flailed melodramatically at Brian's front and back. "Put me down, you oaf," she wailed playfully. She had achieved her objective. Brian towered over me with his wriggling caveman prize ... and every right to sock me in the mouth. "Hey, Harv, you know where the beer and your bed are. Stay up as late as you want. Karen'll come and get your for breakfast in the morning." Then he turned and sauntered towards the hall. "Come on, woman!" "Gooood niiiight," Karen wished me in a whimsical, sing-song manner as she was carried away. "Night, buddy," Brian said over his shoulder, raising his free arm up to give me a backhand wave. "Night," I replied meekly as the two of them exited the room. All down the hallway, I could hear Karen shout teasingly for rescue, "Help! ... Help! ... Help! ..." Then a door slammed in the distance. *** Foreknowing Sheeba *** In the sudden stillness of the room, I breathed heavily as I slowly regained my composure. My over-stimulated cock throbbed in sync with my huffing. The game was over, and both of us were taking a breather on the bench. The TV blathered across the room. "... Well, Danny, both sides got pretty physical towards the end," the post-game wrap-up show filtered into my consciousness, "But the home team just kept the visitors pinned against the boards. That made it pretty hard for the visitors. They almost scored right at the end, but the opportunity just didn't come. I'll bet they're feeling pretty frustrated right about now. ..." That pretty much summed it up all right. I picked up the TV remote, turned down the volume and started flipping through the channels. In the distance to my left, I could hear the squealing and laughing of two people having a slap-and-tickle fight. ... They were ... romping! Yes, that was it – "romping." Boy, I haven't had a good romp in a long time. In the distance to my right, I could hear a light lapping sound, and I guessed that it was Sheeba drinking from a dish of water on the kitchen floor. I thought for a moment. A naked girl on the floor on all-fours. That was something I really should see – not because she was naked but because of the psychological significance of the role-playing activity ... of a naked girl ... on the floor ... on all-fours. Besides, I was thinking that it was time to get closer to Sheeba – a lot closer. I stood up and walked cautiously into the kitchen. My hard-on pressed firmly against my pants, and I had to shift it to be able to move properly. I heard a scampering sound, and when I looked over at the water dish, I saw that it had been abandoned. "Sheeba," I called out softly, "Here, Sheeba." But an open basement door informed me that my quarry had fled. I stuck my head through the open door into the darkness beyond. I could hear more scurrying. It was probably just Sheeba, but the noise seemed to have multiple sources. I felt along the interior wall for the light switch but was unsuccessful again at finding it. "Sheeba," I called out one more time but with no response. My interest and erection waned, so I moved over to the refrigerator, grabbed another beer and returned to the living room. I flopped back in resignation on the couch and stretched out. Carefully positioning the remote on my stomach for optimal flicking, I decided to devote my attention to finding a program to watch. Flick, flick, flick, flick, ... My cock was lying down and relaxing along with me. Our excitement was over for the night. Flick, flick, flick, flick, ... Let's look for something calming and cerebral, little buddy. Flick, flick, flick, flick, ... Oh! Wait a minute! I saw a breast. Go back, go back, go back. Flick ... no. Flick ... no. Flick ... yamma hamma!! What was this? Slinky lingerie and exposed skin. This has got to be quality entertainment. On the screen, a number of attractive, nubile women were flitting about a dressing room, changing from lingerie into leotards. I wondered if they would start frolicking. Frolicking is a good thing – maybe not as good as romping but still very good. I scrambled for the volume? "... brings you tonight's late-night feature, 'Supermodels.' Models by day; superheroes by night. No man is beyond their charm; no villain can escape their harm. These beauties fight crime with their powers and their celebrity. They're not just models – they're Supermodels. ... This film is rated M for mature audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. ..." Yeeesss!! A classic-to-be! I reached down and pulled along the length of my flagging hard-on. "Wake up, little guy," I coaxed, "We've got 'partial nudity' and 'strong adult content' to watch. Stay up with me now." Being a morally-challenged, gawking companion of mine, my cock did not hesitate to wake up and show signs of growing interest. It saw what I saw – classically trained actresses, an intricately crafted plot and ... curves! Barely covered, satiny-framed curves were being changed into barely covered, Spandex-squeezed curves! I rubbed the front of my jeans some more as a pair of jiggly buns separated by a small costume thong crossed the screen. Maybe it was a "superthong." I pushed on my penis roughly at its base, shifting it to one side of my shorts and making it drag across the inside material. It stretched out pleasurably. Hmmm ... In my mind, the images of the costume-clad supervixens connected with thoughts of Sheeba to remind me of Catwoman from the campy 1960s' Batman TV series. ... Mmmm, I shifted my shaft to the other side of my pants. ... I had been lucky enough to discover Catwoman's seductive superpowers when I was going through puberty. ... I shifted my penis back again. The rub felt good. Mmmm. ... Actually, I should have said "their" superpowers, since there were three of them. In the Batman movie, Michelle Pfeiffer may have been a pretty face, but from the TV series, she was no match for Lee Meriwether's long shapely body, ... Shift. Mmmm! ... Julie Newmar's sensuality, ... Shift. Mmmm! ... or Eartha Kitt's rolling verbal R's ... Shift. Mmmm! ... Rrrroll those Rrrr's, Earrrrtha. ... Shift, shift. Mmmm! ... I could even hear Eartha purring in my ear, "Hrrrr, hrrrr, ...," and closed my eyes to imagine her exotic, tightly costume body. ... Shift, rub rub rub, rub rub rub. Mmmm! ... Yes, Earrrrtha, purrrr to me. "Hrrrr, hrrrr, ...," sounded in my ear again. ... Rub rub rub, rub rub rub. ... I turned my head to let Eartha notionally lick my face. ... "Hrrrr, hrrrr, ..." And imagine seeing her beautiful, black, cowled face. I opened my eyes... There was someone actually there!! "AAAAHH, AAH, AAH!!" I threw myself against the back of the couch, and the remote flew onto the floor with a clatter. "Hrrrr, hrrrr, ..." Sheeba, squatting at the side of the couch where my head used to be, looked at me quizzically. "Jeez, Sheeba!" I exhaled, "You scared the bejeepers out of me." I slumped back to my original lying position on the couch. My heart raced, and my hands shook from the excitement. Because of the way I had repositioned myself, my erection pushed uncomfortably against a fold in my pants. I shifted its position with my hand to free it, and since that felt so good, I gave it some more strokes to apologize for the fright. *** Experiencing Sheeba *** Sheeba rested her hands on the couch beside my waist and stretched her upper body up to check out what my hand was doing. Sniffing with her nose, she bent her face down towards the bulge in my pants. I pulled my hand away and watched her curiously. She pulled her head back slowly but kept the bulge fixed with her stare. She then raised a hand above her head and cocked her wrist. I suppose that I should have been concerned by her stance, but as she concentrated on her pants-covered prey, I found my attention drawn to her soft breasts. Her two fleshy mounds were mushed gently into the side of my arm. I could feel the breasts' outline on my skin, the exact location of the nipples, and the ... Swat! My head swivelled over quickly. Swat, swat ... Sheeba's hand batted playfully at my bulge and was, luckily, only making glancing blows. She jumped up on the couch and manoeuvred between my legs. Leaning her head down, she sniffed at the bulge again and then went back to toying with it. Swat, swat. Eventually, she leaned a cheek on my groin and r-u-u ... r-u-u-bub-bub ... rubbed it along my sha-sha-shaft towards my hip ... nnghh ... as if she were scent-marking my penis. The rub was long and firm, and I could feel an intimate pressure travel up the inside of my shaft. Then she flipped her head over and made the same long r-u-u-ubbb with her other cheek. Mmmm ... Abruptly, she turned her attention to my face and fixed on my eyes. It was if she had switched into hunting mode again. She crawled up my body but never took her stare off of me ... never even blinked. She walked her hands and arms up either side of my body and neared my face. I could hear her purring grow louder with her approach. Her breasts dragged on top of my torso, and her knees lifted over my thighs to straddle my hips. When her face was over mine, she dropped her body on top of me – her groin on top of my penis, her breasts smushed into my chest, her arms crossed over my throat. I was pinned. Now that she had me where she wanted me, she took her time. She looked around the room distractedly and panted, like a lioness recovering on top of the body of her downed prey. Eventually, she looked down at my face with confident curiosity. She batted playfully at my mouth with one of her hands and then licked my lips tentatively. Her lick was followed by another longer one ... and then another one. Lick, lick, lick, lick, ... I tried to lick back, to open my mouth, to kiss her tongue, but I was simply overwhelmed by her assault. Then, her hips started to rock. Her vagina pressed onto my shaft through my jeans and slid along it forcefully. The material of my shorts heated up my cock with the friction. I felt an urgency building in my groin. Lick, lick, lick, rub, rub, ... The mauling was purposeful and unrelenting. Lick, lick, lick, rub, rub, ... I thought that I could feel a wetness seeping into the material of my pants and moistening my cock. I placed my hands onto the silky smooth skin of her back and slid them down to her slippery bottom. As she pushed her groin into me, I could feel the soft flesh of her cheeks clench and then release. I started thrusting against her movement, and the pressure travelled down my penis and into my balls. And then she stopped. Sheeba raised her body, manoeuvred around and adopted her original position between my legs. "Yeow," she called out and nosed into my balls. "Yeow, yeow," she repeated and intimately nosed me again. I got the message but felt strange about it. By reflex, I scanned the room to make sure no one else was watching. Then I reached down and unfastened my pants. Sheeba sat up, poised. I hiked them down, and as my little head poked out into the open, Sheeba batted at it playfully. I awkwardly rocked and lifted my hips, as I shifted and shimmied my pants down to mid-thigh. Sheeba's Cat Therapy Sheeba bent down and ran her tongue once along the underside of my hard-on from base to tip, followed by a second long lick. She then rose, curved around and flopped her upper body across my waist, her armpit resting on my stomach, her head facing my groin and the end of her tail waggling up towards my face. With her body in the way, I could no longer see what she was doing, but I could certainly feel it. She licked at the tip of my penis, lifting it up with her tongue and letting it flip back down onto my abdomen. One of her hands played with my balls, batting them, scratching them, squeezing them and pulling them. Her tongue kept flicking at my tip, causing my penis to quiver up and down repeatedly. Flick, flick, flick, flick, ... I loved the tickling sensation but desperately wanted more. I lifted my hips to offer my erection to her and succeeded in inserting my shaft partway into her mouth. She bit down lightly on the skin, causing me to freeze immediately. "Eeeasy, Sheeba," I said soothingly, dropping my hips slowly onto the couch and removing the chew-toy carefully from her mouth. Suddenly, Karen burst into the room. "I can't believe he forgot the groceries!!" she grumbled as she swished a white cotton robe around her body in a hasty but vain attempt to cover her nakedness. When she came upon our scene, she halted mid-step and let the ends of her robe fall out of her hands. The gown opened artfully to her sides and framed her curvaceous front like a carefully posed boudoir photo. Sheeba seemed unconcerned, but I panicked. "My gawd, Karen!" I exclaimed and tried to sit up, but I was pinned by the girl's weight. "I ... I ...," I stammered and reached down to cover myself, but Sheeba was in the way. She kept flicking my erection into light oscillations. I felt a gripping sensation in my balls at being caught and then a sharp digging of fingernails in my ball sacs, which almost sent me over the top. I glared up at Karen in shameful horror. "Wellll ...," Karen observed gleefully, "The two of you really are getting along. This is fantastic." She bent down and petted Sheeba on the back of her bobbing head and then knelt beside the couch near my head. As Sheeba's tongue played diligently with the tip of my penis, Karen leaned in towards my ear and whispered, "Thank you so much for this. She is really coming out of her shell. I don't know how you've done it, but she is really taken by you." Karen gave me a long, wet kiss of appreciation and then moved around to sit down by my feet. I was speechless. Karen reached for my hand and pulled it up to Sheeba's behind. She pushed it between her legs and got me to rub my fingers along her wet lower lips. The girl spread her legs to give me better access. "That's it," Karen cooed, "Let her know how much you appreciate her grooming you." She pulled gently on my wrist and had me insert a finger into her vagina. It was warm and slippery and tight. Sheeba raised her head as my fingers, guided by Karen, moved slowly in and out. "You like that, don't you Sheeba?" Karen said soothingly, "He's your new friend, isn't he?" Karen removed her hand to brush Sheeba's cheek affectionately and then dropped it onto my hard-on, which she grasped. Slowly, she ran her fist up and down my wet pole. It felt heavenly, and I could hear the light squishing of the moist spittle on my skin. I kept up my manual penetration of Sheeba's wet tunnel. Karen's rubbing sped up, and I knew that I would have to warn her that I was not going to last much longer. Rub ... rub ... rub ... Sheeba's attention remained fixated on Karen's stroking, but her hips were also moving back against the in-and-out movement of my hand. Slip ... slip ... slip ... She lifted her leg over to straddle my upper body and slowly moved her groin up towards my head to increase my penetration. Rub ... rub ... rub ... Slip ... slip ... slip ... When her hips were so far up my body that I couldn't angle my hand around anymore, she flopped her body down, and her wet vagina landed on my mouth. I couldn't breathe. The sweet tang of her juices flowed into my mouth and up my nose. Karen shifted into high speed. Rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, ... Yikes, I was ... Sheeba began to grind her hips; her lower lips slopped roughly against my mouth. Slop, slop, ... Karen jerked quickly. Rub-bub-bub-bub ... Aaahhhh!! I was going ... Slop, slop, ... R-r-r-r-u-u-u-b-b ... I was going to ... to ... to ... Unghhh!!! SPURRRT ... UNGHH!!! Spurt, spurt, spurt, ... Oh my gawd!! Sheeba suddenly tensed firmly against my mouth. Slopppp, ppressss, ... "Nnneowww!!" Karen's fist gently rubbed down the last few jerks of my ejaculation, as Sheeba's hips slowly released their pressure from my mouth. I frantically reached up to lift her weight off my mouth so that I could breathe, but she ended up moving off me anyways and wedging herself between my body and the back of the couch. Rivulets of her juice ran down my jaw and cheeks and dripped onto the seat under my head. I looked down to see gobs of cum dripping off Sheeba's face. Karen wiped them off with her hand as best she could and scraped the goo onto my stomach. Sheeba went to work licking my lower body clean, running her tongue diligently over my penis and through my pubic hair as if she were giving one of her kittens a motherly tongue bath. Karen got up and moved over to my ear. "You're a miracle worker," she enthused quietly to me, "I think she just had an orgasm. You don't know how much progress this is. You don't know ..." She kissed me very affectionately on the mouth and then licked Sheeba's moist residue off her lips. "Mmmm," she murmured, "She definitely came." She bent down and kissed me again. Karen got up again and walked over to the recliner. Picking up her abandoned jacket, she shook her head in familiar annoyance. "He is so lazy," she observed and reached under it to retrieve something. It appeared to be a collar similar to Sheeba's. When she returned, she wrapped it around my neck and fastened the clasp. "Here," she said as she adjusted it, "I think this will be symbolically important for her." I reached up and wiggled it into a more comfortable position. "You've got to be kidding, Karen." I wondered if she was going to get my ears and tail next. "No. Just go along with it, Harv. I think you two are bonding. This is good." "Bonding?" Sheeba had stopped cleaning my groin and was now licking her hands. Her costume ears flicked up and down as her head bobbed. Karen stood up and grabbed her by her collar. "I'm going to take Sheeba into the bathroom and clean her up," Karen informed me, "Why don't you get ready for bed, and I'll come by later to tuck you in." With that, she led the girl off the couch and out of the room. *** Helping Sheeba *** It took me a while to catch my breath, but I eventually found the energy to get up. I pulled up my shorts and pants but didn't bother fastening them. Instead, I just held them together with my hand and padded off down the hall. In the guest room, I found that a small table lamp had been turned on. There was not really any bed in the room – just a mattress on the floor, which seemed out of character for Brian and Karen. I guessed that it was probably a futon, which they had chosen to use in order to save space in the room. In any case, there were sheets on the mattress, the bed had been turned down, and I was too tired to care. In the corner of the room was a large, low-sided, wicker basket of about the same dimensions as the litter box, maybe bigger. Inside the basket was a large, black, overstuffed cushion. Scattered around the room were various toys, and I then realized that this must, in fact, be Sheeba's room. Strangely, at various spots around the room, there seemed to be a dozen or so metal loops screwed into the walls about a couple of feet up from the floor. Through one of the loops dangled a leash. I couldn't make much sense of the hardware or configuration, and fatigue prevented me from worrying about it. I felt sweaty and gunky, and I thought about washing up, but I didn't want to wait until the bathroom was free, so I just let my clothes fall to floor. Reaching up, I removed my new collar, which was starting to bug me, and then crawled in between the sheets, which were cool and clean. I playfully swished my legs back and forth inside the sheets to enjoy their crispness. Aaahhh, I felt comfortably drained. In time, Karen entered the room with a washcloth and closed the door behind her. Her robe was now discreetly cinched. She lowered herself onto the mattress beside me and used the washcloth to swipe my face. It was soothingly warm on my skin. "So," she asked, "How's my tomcat doing? ... Hey, where's your collar?" "I took it off. It was itching me," I explained. "Nooo," Karen chided, "You're being a bad kitty." She picked it up off the floor and re-fastened it around my neck. "Wear it for Sheeba ... please. ... Say, Harv," she asked as she fiddled with the clasp, "What should your cat name be?" What was she asking me? I was so tired that I was losing my ability to concentrate. Cat name? "I don't know," I replied lazily. "I think it should be Solomon," Karen said, grabbing the top sheets and flinging them off my body with a single motion. "Solomon?" "Yeah, like in the Bible – Solomon and the Queen of Sheeba." She placed the washcloth on my chest and swished it down my front towards my groin. It was still warm, and the soft, wet terrycloth felt soothing as it descended. "You two make quite the couple, don't you think?" she added. The washcloth enveloped and mushed around my limp cock without the least amount of resistance, gently pushing and folding it from side to side. "I ... uh ... I ... Solomon? ... Yeah, sure." "Harvey," Karen interrupted me, "I need to ask you a favour." The cloth had mysteriously fallen aside and been replaced by Karen's naked hand, which began a soft, thorough massage. I had been drifting off, but I now suddenly started to come back to life – as did my penis. "Of course, Karen. Anything." "We need you to stick around for a few days, Harvey. You seem to have triggered a breakthrough with Sheila, and we need you to help us follow it up." Karen's hand was now making long, luxurious strokes, and my cock was firming up in appreciation. "Ohhh, I ... I can't," I said regretfully, hoping that my refusal wouldn't cause her to stop, "I want to; I really do. It's just that I have meetings this week, and I can't miss them." "Mmmm?" Karen pouted and bent her head down to my ear, "Har-vey ..." Rub ... rub ... rub ... "We need you ..." Rub ... rub ... rub ... "Sheila needs you ..." Rub ... rub ... rub ... "Pleeease ..." Karen took my earlobe between her front teeth and bit down on it playfully. "Karen ... Oh gawd ... Karen ... I wish I could, but ... Oh gawd, ... I ... uh ... meetings ... can't ..." Karen stopped stroking ... regrettably just in time. She moved her face over top of mine and looked impishly into my eyes. "What can I do to get you to stay?" she asked and then dropped her head onto my neck. With surgical precision, she found an erogenous patch of skin that was primed for a twinge, and she gave it a firm, sucking kiss that sparked through my body in a zap. I inhaled violently. Noting my reaction, she licked the spot a few times to soothe it, and then without notice, she attacked it again with a suction that must have left a welt. "Gaawww!!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Hmmm?" she whispered to me, "Don't you want to stay?" She began to kiss her way down the front of my body – my throat, my clavicle, my chest. Her kisses were soft and wet and audible. They were accompanied by a contented humming sound, as if she were enjoying what she was tasting. She continued down my upper abdomen, my stomach, my lower abdomen. The soft cotton material of her robe slid teasingly over the skin of my hard-on as her body continued to reposition lower on the bed. When she finally reached her goal, she retreated below my groin and lay down between my legs. Holding my erection vertical with her hand, she looked at me through it from the other side. As I looked down my body, I could see her eyes staring up at me from either side of my upright pole. "Harvey," she pleaded, "Just say you'll stay, and we can have some fun right now." Gawd, I so wanted to, but I would be fired if I missed those meetings. My penis ached to be relieved again. "Karen, what would Brian say if he walked in right now?" "But he wants you to stay too," she replied playfully. Then she reached out her tongue and just barely touched it to the tip of my penis. "Just say you'll stay ..." She extended her tongue and grazed my tip again. "Just say yes ..." "I can't, Karen." I was in agony. "Ohhh," she wined and then whipped my shaft several times back against her pursed lips. Slap slap slap slap slap. Changing tactics, she got up on her knees and positioned her head directly over my pole. "Just say yes, Harvey," she said and then lowered her widely opened mouth over top of my erection. My penis moved slowly inside, but no part of her mouth actually touched it. I could see her lips extend half-way down the length of my pole, and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my penis' skin, but she refrained from making contact. She lifted her head off slowly and repeated her request, "Just say yes, and I'll put you out of your misery." "Karen, pleeeease. I can't stay." Her head went down again, and her lips rested on top of the hand holding the base of my cock. Amazingly, the end of my penis still did not touch the back of her throat, although it must have been only a fraction of an inch away. I thought about thrusting my hips up to make contact but didn't want to abuse her trust. A drop of saliva dripped on the tip of my cock and ran slowly down its upperside to her fingers. She raised her head off again and slurped some errant spit to prevent it from dribbling out of her mouth. "Just say yes," she pleaded again with a slurp. "Karen, I can't," I moaned sadly, almost crying. My face must have looked very pathetic. She sighed in resignation and then jumped up abruptly. "All right," she exclaimed, pulling the sheets back over my aroused but now abandoned body, "Maybe you'll feel differently in the morning." She gathered up the washcloth and turned out the bedside lamp. Then, she padded off to the door and exited. *** Bonding with Sheeba *** I looked down at the tented sheets above my groin and watched them collapse ever so slowly down to the level of my body, my erection lying flat on top of my abdomen. In the hall, I could overhear bits and pieces of a whispered conversation, "... no ... I did ... Solomon ... could try ... Sheeba ... won't work ... the others ... maybe ..." I was about to sneak over and listen in or maybe even plead to change my answer to her request when the door opened. I heard movement in the room, but in the darkness, I couldn't see anyone lurking about. Then, the bottom of the sheets lifted and formed into a large bulge at the end of the bed. The bulge moved up my lower body and came to a halt as it encountered my flat but still fully enthused hard-on. A wet tongue ran deliciously up its underside – Sheeba, my saviour!! A few more licks confirmed for me that relief had arrived. I stretched out my body in warm enjoyment of the sensations and the anticipation. The licking sped up, and I burrowed my hands under the sheets to pet my caregiver. As I touched her hair, I could feel her head bobbing industriously in her task. I had to get more involved. I lifted the sheet and ducked my head underneath. It was dark and close in our linen cave, but there was something naughty and erotic about the confines. I slipped my hand under her jaw and pulled her head gently up towards mine. I decided that I needed to be careful not to spook her, and I made sure that all of my moves were slow and non-threatening. I couldn't see the details of Sheeba's face, but I was able to home in on her mouth and give it a soft, seductive kiss. She did not kiss back, but she did lick responsively at my lips. I changed to licking, and the two of us fenced with our tongues for a while. Slowly, I moved over top of her and forced her to lie back on the bed. I had to be gentle and let her feel in control. A couple of times, she did tense, but in the end, she lay back submissively. I moved my hips over top of hers and felt the mattress shift. I didn't think that I had done it, but I had other things to focus on. I lowered myself slowly onto her. My first sensation was of wetness on the tip of my erection as it mushed into the soft folds of her flesh. I moved my mouth down to her neck, where I started nibbling her waiting, unprotected skin. Sheeba uttered a guttural moan followed by some anguished meows ... accompanied by a meow elsewhere in the room? No, just my imagination. I slid my hardness slow-ow-owly into her wet canal. It glided in so precisely it felt like a piston greasily sliding back into its housing. Sheeba jerked her head up and bit my shoulder. "Aaaahhh!!" I reacted, but I was not going to be deterred. I resolutely withdrew my pole and gently re-inserted it. The action caused Sheeba to release her bite-hold and settle back onto the mattress. I stroked again, ... and then I stroked again. Sheeba's back began to arch, and her head rolled back to support her. Under the sheets, the heat was building up uncomfortably. My hips picked up the pace and were facilitated by Sheeba's growing wetness. Thrust, thrust, thrust. The warm tingling in my cock began to hum. Thrust, thrust, thrust. The slick insertions made a repeated squishing noise with each plunge. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Plish, plish, plish. I sped up. The mattress moved again, and then it shifted. What was doing that? I could hear movement on the other side of the sheet. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Suddenly, Sheeba's vaginal muscle tightened around my cock. She dug her fingernails into my back, deeply ... painfully. I bucked with all my energy. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, ... Sheeba meowed loudly, and I could have sworn that there was a chorus of responses from the room, but I was too distracted to think about it. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, ... I was going for it ... I was going for it ... I was ... Ullll, UNNGGGHHHHH!!! ... UNGGHHH!! ... UNGHH! ... Oh gawd ... Oh gawd ... Sheeba's back arched fully, and her neck muscles clenched tightly. I pushed out firmly on my final penetration against her strongly braced groin and into her sopping wet vagina. I raised my upper body up in a long stretch. ULLLLLL!! A big shudder coursed through my body. As I lifted up, the sheets slid artistically over my head and down my back. My eyes were closed, and as I arched my back, I fell back onto the support of my arms behind me. I visualized my cum splattering against the back wall of her vagina and glooping down into the wet pool of her juices below. I shivered, opened my eyes and ... stared in utter amazement. A roomful of eyes returned my stare. On the bed and on the floor, in front and behind me, to my left and to my right came the glare of a roomful of ... cat girls. I froze. Sheeba relaxed and limply settled back on the mattress. A cat girl close to her head leaned forward and sniffed at her face. The room was eerily quiet and still. I suddenly felt like I was in the morning-after scene from Hitchcock's movie "The Birds." There must have been about a dozen girls, all naked and wearing ears and collars and tails. I'm not sure what the proper name is for a congregation of cat girls. I think that for cats it's a "clutter," but this group was more like a "pride" – a pride of lionesses. The girl who was inspecting Sheeba started to lick her face soothingly. I cautiously pulled my limp member out its wet shelter and shifted my knees backwards. Without warning, I was shoved from behind, and I landed on my side on the mattress. The attack stirred the group. Sheeba's Cat Therapy A girl rolled me onto my back by crawling over my chest. Suddenly, everything was in motion. I could see swishing upright tails, long flowing hair and soft undulating flesh milling and mixing and crossing my field of view. I watched a couple of girls orally attending to Sheeba, and then my view was blocked by other girls who nosed in to inspect my face. A tongue began to clean my balls and was soon joined by another one on my cock. A black girl lay down distractedly across my chest, pinning me in place and trapping my arms at my sides. I tried to jerk my body out from under her weight, but a pair of teeth gave me a cautionary bite on my earlobe and convinced me to just relax. All the cat girls nudged and pressed and jockeyed for lying positions around Sheeba and me, and slowly the pride settled into place. Soft, smooth, unblemished flesh pressed in all around me. A breast mushed into one of my temples, and a mouth exhaled warm breaths onto my neck. A head lay on my chest, and a hand rested on top of one of my nipples. Two bodies were entwined along one of my legs with one head lying on top of my stomach and the other head resting immediately to side of my groin. My one arm was pinned under a body, but my other arm was free to explore. I blindly felt around until I came across a smooth mound that must have been a bum cheek. I followed its curve around until my fingers encountered the crevice. In response, the ass cozied up to my touch, and I snuggled my hand lightly between the fleshy pillows. There was some last minute shuffling, but eventually, the room settled down and went still. The girls were drifting off to sleep. I was pretty drained myself, but with all the stimuli around me, I doubted if I was going to be able to fall asleep. Bodies rose and fell with the girls' breathing, and gentle whiffs of air inhaled and exhaled rhythmically around the room. I turned my attention to the skin on different parts of my body, feeling the soft pressure of female curves pressing in on me from all over. At one point, a tongue licked at and toyed with my penis, but it stopped almost as soon as it started. By the side of my head, a warm breath whiffed lightly and rhythmically in my ear. In and out. In and out. My eyes batted heavily, and slowly I drifted ... off ... to ... *** Joining Sheeba *** "Murrrr-urrrr ..." A low guttural moan roused me from my sleep. All around me, bodies were stirring, and the mattress was undulating to their movement. I looked over to see Sheeba writhing and arching. The pride was milling all over her body. One girl was lying prone between her legs and licking energetically at her lower lips, while another girl was reaching her body over the first girl to flick her tongue on Sheeba's clit. Higher up the body, a girl was sucking on a breast, and two more were leaning in to lick Sheeba's neck and face. Sheeba was obviously enjoying herself, and I was getting aroused by watching her attendants' servile devotion. I reached down and gave myself a few strokes in appreciation of my ring-side seat. The other girls were circling about to check out the action or perhaps to find themselves an opening, and soon, my stroking drew their notice. I was not going to miss out on this opportunity. I placed my hand onto the back of one girl's head that was near my waist and drew it down to my rising member. Without hesitation, she began to lick at it, which prompted another girl to nuzzle in beside her and start slurping on my balls. Another girl appeared at my side, and so I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in to me. As her chest lowered towards my head, I began to lick and suck and tongue her nipples. She meowed in enjoyment, and another girl leaned in and licked on one of my nipples. I alternated my sucking on one of the girl's breasts and then the other, and I reached down with my hand to push on the head of the girl at my groin until she swallowed my pole. She hesitated with it in her mouth at first, but when I bucked my hips a few times, she soon took over and bobbed dutifully on my growing hard-on. Her friend was now sucking my balls entirely into her mouth and making them twinge with the pull of her oral vacuum. I moved my hand around between the legs of the girl whose breasts I was devouring and found her wet apex. I played with her wet lips for a few seconds and then inserted a finger inside. She reacted by pressing her breast firmly into my mouth and moaning. Based on this success, I reached my other hand under the girl who was nibbling on my nipple and tickled her stomach to encourage her to rise. When she did, I snaked one of my fingers from that hand into her wet interior, causing her to flop her head distractedly onto my chest. With three appendages in wet receptacles, I tried making simultaneous insertions and extractions. Beside me, Sheeba was moaning loudly and shivering visibly. Around her, girls were vying for access to lick her body as if they were shouldering each other aside in order to feast on a kill. I was really aroused now and needed to blow off some steam. I squirmed out from under my attendants and jockeyed around to get up on my knees. I would show this pride who the alpha male was. But as I raised my upper body, something jerked on my neck and threw me violently back onto the mattress. I looked around to see who had done it and suddenly realized that there was something attached to my collar. It was a leash, and it was secured at one end to a loop in the wall and at the other end to my collar. A girl crawled toward me and started licking my face, while another girl came in from behind and licked at my ear. I felt my collar with my hand and discovered that the way the leash was attached prevented me from unfastening either it or the collar. The licking by the girls continued, and although I was a little panicked about my bondage, I was being quickly distracted by their attention. I shifted around and found that, if I stayed near the head of the bed, I could get up onto my knees. The girl who had attended to my cock previously crawled forward and returned to her duty. Her head bobbed moistly on my pole as more girls moved in to lick at my body. I reached up to the loop in the wall and found that it would not screw out and that the leash was threaded securely through it. But I soon lost my ability to focus on that predicament with everything else that was going on. Sheeba was now convulsing in front of me, shuddering through one orgasm and then being brought to another one in rapid succession. Girls' tongues were all over my body, and my hard-on was slipping in and out of its wet confines at an alarming pace. I had to finish off before I could concentrate on escape. I grabbed frantically at the hips of one of the girls in front of me and pulled her backside around and into position. With little thought of her comfort, I thrust forward and pushed heedlessly into her. Luckily, she was wet, and based on her loud purring moan, she was far from unhappy about the move. She collapsed her arms and presented more of her backside to me as I thrust and thrust and thrust into her hot interior. The other girls jostled around us excitedly. One girl pressed in against the side of the girl receiving my pummelling and caused her to shift over. I extracted myself and inserted into the new offering. She was wetter and hotter than the first girl. Soon, the other girls followed suit. One after another, a new backside was pushed in front of me, and enthusiastically, I transferred over and probed what was offered. Thrust and thrust and switch. Thrust and thrust and switch. They each felt different in size and wetness and angle and grip. I lost track of whose was which, and I swivelled eagerly around the buffet, although I had to watch that I didn't lean too far forward or I would strangle myself on my restraint. *** Obeying Sheeba *** Sheeba, who had either exhausted herself or lost her attendants, had risen and was circling patiently outside the mob of jostling butts. Instead of making her own way in, she seemed more intent on pushing into the fray a young, 18-year-old girl, who was hesitatingly resisting involvement. With Sheeba's shoving, the girl moved into the group, parting it with her impelled approach. In seeming deference to Sheeba, the girls moved aside, and soon the young girl's face was at my waist. She looked timid, if not scared. I probably should have been gentler, but I had been worked into a frenzy. I angled my shaft towards her mouth and pulled her head roughly onto it. Her lips were lightly pursed to resist my insertion, but my cock penetrated nonetheless. I moved her head back and forth on my shaft and felt her wet saliva drool down its length and onto my balls. She began to gag, and so I withdrew, reached over for her hips and swung her body around. She moved to leave, but Sheeba prevented her escape. As soon as the tip of my penis touched her lower lips, I knew that she was going to be tight. I pushed inside slowly and felt firm, gummy resistance all of the way in. Luckily, her saliva had lubricated my shaft. I pulled out a bit and made another slow push inside. Her vagina gripped onto my hard-on like a masseuse's hand ending a massage session. A feeling in my balls signalled to me that I was on final approach. I switched into a rapid rocking of my hips. The full, jelly interior of her vagina barely gave way, and my cock was squeezed so firmly that its very core was being jerked. The young girl squirmed nervously and whimpered, but Sheeba and a few other girls nuzzled into her face to comfort and support her. The rest of the girls had their faces down where the action was and were staring intently at my pumping. Oh gawd ... Oh gawd ... I felt something huge rumbling deep inside of me. I pumped faster and faster. The young girl squirmed and jerked. I ... I ... The girl pulled desperately out of the way. I flailed for her but couldn't find her hips, so I grabbed my abandoned cock. It was pulsing. I ... I gave it a few last strokes. Oh!! Oh!! OHHHHH!!!! I pointed it at the girls' faces and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed ... OHHHH GAWWWDDD!!! Spurts went everywhere – onto cheeks, into eyes, up noses, onto lips, into mouths, ... I pumped and pumped and pumped, and felt a huge quake shiver through my body. Finally, it was all out. I went limp. Cum was everywhere. I was completely out of energy and sperm this time. I slid back down onto the bed and almost choked myself on my tethered collar. All around me, girls were cleaning each other and milling about. I looked over top of the moving mass of bodies at the door, where I suddenly realized there were two figures standing and looking on. "See, I told you it would work," Brian commented to his wife. "Yeah, well, we'll see if he's got the stamina," Karen replied, "He's got to keep that up everyday, or the girls will start back-sliding." Brian went out the door, and Karen followed in behind, calling out, "Good work, Solomon," before she closed the door. "Hey, wait!" I yelled out to get them to return, but the sound of a second closing door informed me that they weren't coming back. Dropping my head back to the group on the bed, I became aware that all of their eyes were turned towards me. I didn't like what I saw. As I curled myself defensively into a crouched position at the head of the bed, I whispered to them calmingly, "Easy girls ..." Then Sheeba gave out a meow, and suddenly all of the cat girls started moving in my direction.