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Who's Who

By: pantie_fan



James and Claire had been happily married for over 10 years and still had a good sexual relationship - good, but nothing unusual. Despite having a relatively open relationship - including sharing some of their fantasies - with one another, they had never had anything other than a monogamous relationship. This, although they both admitted that - as a fantasy at least - the idea of another man sharing their bed was a turn on for both of them. It was a hot summers weekend when things changed.

One weekend in August, Oliver - a good friend of both of theirs - came up to visit them. Unfortunately, Sue his wife would be unable to join them as she was attending a conference. Claire and James had known Oliver for years and both liked his easy-going attitude and his open and humorous approach to life. He was a tall, good-looking bloke and had even been the subject of one of their fantasies and so when the idea came to James, he decided that he would talk to Oliver about it and see how he reacted.

Having spent the Friday evening sitting on the terrace and drinking wine together, James closely watched Oliver and Claire chatting and laughing together and became convinced that they liked one another for him to put his plan into action. 

The next day after breakfast, Claire disappeared off in the car to get some shopping, leaving James and Oliver lounging about on the terrace. With his heart thumping, James decided to approach the subject.

'Oliver?'

'Yes.'

'What do you think of Claire?'

'What do you mean? I like her - I think she's great!'

'Er, I mean physically ...'

Oliver looked over at James to see if he was serious or not.

'You really want to know?'

James nodded.

'Well, let's put it this way - if you hadn't married her, I would definitely have tried to get off with her!'

'So you would screw her if you had the chance?'

'What's up with you? You asked me ...'

'Hey, I'm not pissed off with you, I just want to know, that's all.'

'Hmm. OK. Then yes, I would screw her if I had the chance - but not as long as you two were together ...'

'And if I said it was OK?'

Oliver's mouth dropped open as he realised what James was saying.

'Do you mean? You want me to ...'

'I'll come to that in a second, I just want to hear what you think.'

'Well, I don't know. I mean ... I have always fantasised about screwing her but to actually do it? And what about Sue?'

'Hey, it's not easy for me either - I just have this idea and I wanted to hear what you think about it.'

'What idea?'

With that, James explained what he had in mind. As he did so, Oliver got more and more excited. He made a few suggestions and then James asked:

'So? Are you game?'

'Er, yes ... no ... oh shit, I don't know! What will Claire say? And what if Sue finds out?'

'It's the same for me - I have no idea how Claire will react. We've fantasised together about similar things, but whether she would actually go through with it ... and as for Sue, as long as Claire doesn't tell her anything, your secret's safe.'

'OK, let's do it, but one thing must be clear - I love Sue and I have no intention of starting an affair with Claire. So if either of you two get cold feet, then we stop straight away. I am not putting our friendship on the line here.'

'Fine by me - I am the one here who risks losing everything!'

Just then, the garage door opened and Claire drove in. James and Oliver went out to help her unpack the groceries. Once everything was packed away, the three of them went out to the back terrace, where James spread two large thick blankets on the wooden floor. The terrace looked out onto a private pond, which was surrounded by a ring of trees, and bushes that acted as a kind of fence, blocking the view of anyone that happened to walk past. That being said, they were unlikely to be overseen as the house itself was on the edge of the village and looked out onto open countryside. The nearest public footpath was at least 100m away.

Claire looked from one to the other.

'What's up with you two? You've been acting strangely every since I got back.'

'Nothing.'

'Right! Then why do you keep exchanging those looks with one another?'

'Looks? Us?'

'Yes! What is it?'

'Nothing. Really. While you were shopping, Oliver and I came up with an idea that we want to try out. And for that, we need your help.'

'What idea?'

'It's nothing to worry about! I'll explain it all to you in a minute. First of all, we have to get a few things ready and then we can start.'

'Start what? Come on you guys, give me a break here!'

'It's a kind of game.'

'Game?'

'Yes. Look just bear with us and don't get too worked up or worried. You have nothing to worry about and you can stop the game any time you want, OK.'

'Er, OK.'

'Good. Now just wait here a second.'

With that, James stood up and disappeared into the house, returning a short while later with an olive green silk scarf.

'What's that for?'

'To blindfold you.'

'What kind of game is this? I'm not sure I like this.'

'It's a kind of guessing game. So just wait here quietly while we get things ready.'

Claire sat there on the blanket wondering what was going on as James and Oliver disappeared into the house. She began to feel even more nervous as she wondered what the two of them were up to. The possibilities were too many to consider, so she tried to calm herself down by telling herself that James would never let anything happen to her that could hurt her. The suns rays on her body were warm and made her feel a little drowsy. She lay back onto the blanket and had just started to relax as Oliver and James returned.

Unbeknown to Claire, Oliver and James had stripped off completely and were now both naked and sporting healthy erections as they returned to the blindfolded women. James was carrying a small video camera and plugged it into the external mains socket on the wall before switching it one.

'Are you back?'

'Yes. So we're ready to start the game. It's called "who's who".'

'"Who's who"? And how do we play it?'

'That's very easy. You have to try and guess who we are. We will give you an instruction and then you will be touched on the head. When you have been touched on the head, then you follow the instruction and try to figure out who the person is. When you are touched on the head again, you stop what you are doing immediately. Then we repeat the process with the next person. Afterwards, you have to tell us which of the two people were which.'

'Er, OK. But don't do anything nasty like giving me a spider to hold - I will scream the place down if you do.'

Oliver and James looked at one another and grinned.

'No, no. Nothing like that. Promise.'

'There is just one other thing. This is a competition. So their is a prize if you win and a penalty if you lose.'

'OK. What's the prize?'

'We will take you out to a restaurant of your choice and there is no price limit.'

'Sounds good. And the penalty?'

The moment of truth had come.

'For every answer you get wrong, you will have to take off one piece of clothing!'

'What?'

Claire reached up to pull off her blindfold, but James grabbed her wrists and held them gently.

'That's the game. If you don't want to play, then we can stop right now.'

'Yeah, I mean if you don't think you can tell me from your husband, then now is the time to admit it!'

'That is not the point, I er ...'

'What?'

'James? Are you OK with this?'

'Yes, of course, otherwise we wouldn't have said anything.'

'OK, then I'll play. But if I say stop, the game stops. Whenever I want?'

'Yes.'

'OK. Great. Then we'll start. The first one is relatively easy and just gets you into the game. You have to feel our heads with your hands ... so hold your hands out in front of you.'

'OK.'

With that, Oliver started filming as James - naked - crouched down in front of Claire and placed his head between her outstretched hands. As Claire felt the touch on her head, she moved her hands around until they came into contact with a head and started to feel it. After about 30s, she felt another tap on her head and waited patiently. The process was repeated and she felt the new head. She grinned to herself. This wasn't at all difficult! Another tap on her head and she waited patiently.

'So? What's your guess?'

'James first, Oliver second.'

'Good. Easy wasn't it? So, now it gets a bit more difficult. Hold out your hands again.'

Claire did as she was told. Oliver moved forwards, touched her on the head with one hand and placed his other hand in hers. Claire felt the warm dry hand and felt a tremor ripple through her body. This could cost her her first piece of clothing. Another tap. She let go of the hand. A third tap and another hand was placed in hers. This too was warm hand dry and as she felt the fingers, she realised that she didn't have a blind clue which was which! She would just have to guess - she still had a 50% chance of being right. Another tap.

'So? What do you think?'

'James first, Oliver second.'

'Wrong! Sorry. So, if you wouldn't mind just taking your T-shirt off for me ...'

'Just a minute. How do I know you're telling the truth?'

'You just have to trust us. We won't cheat - that would be no fun.'

'Hmm, OK.'

Oliver turned the camera to Claire as she tugged the bottom edge of her red T-shirt out of her black cotton trousers and shimmied it up her body. The lower edge of a pink bra appeared and Oliver zoomed in to get a better view of her small bra-covered breasts as the T-shirt was pulled up over Claire's shoulders.

'Wait, I'll help you - otherwise the blindfold will come off with the T-shirt!'

Seconds later, Claire was sitting in her pale pink bra and black trousers, her nipples making clear bumps in the soft material of her bra. Oliver put the camera on 'pause' and put it down.

Test number three was to feel their chests. Claire grinned openly. This would be easy; she knew that Oliver had hair on his chest and James none. She took the opportunity to get a good feel of their chests, tweaking their nipples gently as she did so. She began to wonder just how far this was going to go and felt the flush of excitement stream down her chest to her tight little nipples and from their to her groin. With a short flush of embarrassment, she realised that she was beginning to get damp! She tried to turn her thoughts away to something less exciting.

The next test was for Claire to feel their lips with her fingertips - a test especially designed to cause her to have to surrender a second piece of clothing. Claire stood up and unbuttoned her black cotton trousers before unzipping them. James was filming her and focussed in as her zip was slowly undone to reveal a flash of pink silk. Claire shuffled the trousers over her hips and unceremoniously slid them down her legs before stepping out of them. She was left standing in a pair of pink silk panties that matched her bra. The thin material of her panties highlighted rather than concealed her pussy. The panties were bikini-style, with a thin string as the waistband stretching over her hips. 

Claire knelt back down on the blanket, her face flushed. She knew that she had crossed the Rubicon. There was to be no going back now. Her pussy glowed with excitement as she wondered what the next test would bring. She didn't have to wait long.

'OK. So hold your hands out again please.'

James's hands trembled as he filmed the action. This was the moment he had been waiting for - now was the moment of truth. Oliver moved forwards and placed his erect cock into the space between her hands. Oliver touched her gently on the head. She closed her hands together and jerked upright at the first contact with his erect cock. Recovering somewhat, she closed her hands around its girth and explored the warm stiffness. Cupping her hands around his balls with one hand, she slipped the other hand upwards and started slowly masturbating him. James zoomed in on the movement and then slowly panned out to swing up Claire's body to her face. Her lips were slightly parted and the upper part of her chest at the base of her neck was flushed red with excitement.

Claire was struggling to believe what she was doing. The blindfold, while hindering her sight, also heightened her other senses. She knew that the cock that she held in her hands was not James's. It was slimmer than James's and simply the knowledge that she was holding Oliver's stiff cock in her hand caused her pussy to flood with excitement, soaking her panties where they clung to her sex.

Sitting there in her underwear knowing that the two blokes were getting a good eyeful of her handling Oliver's cock was turning her on in a way she had not experienced before. She was experiencing almost uncontrollable urges to take over the situation by ripping the rest of her clothes off and wrapping her lips around Oliver's horny cock. She briefly considered 'guessing' wrong just so that she could expose herself to the two men, but then dropped the idea again, thinking about how exciting it was being told what to do and wondering how far they would go.

Cupping her right hand around his balls, she started gently masturbating Oliver's cock. She could feel the silky skin sliding in her hands as she gently jerked his cock. Before she could really get into it, she felt a touch on her head and, releasing the breath that she had been unaware of holding, she let her hands drop to her thighs.

Another touch to her head. She raised her hands and came into contact with James's hard cock. This she could well picture in her mind. She imagined the glistening purple head appearing and disappearing from view as she masturbated him just as she had done with Oliver a few seconds earlier.

Oliver, crouching down on one knee, could hardly keep the camera steady. He was hot and sweaty and trying desperately to calm down having just had the beautiful Claire - James's wife! - masturbate him while James watched and filmed them. Now he was fighting to come back down again as he filmed Claire gently masturbating James's fully erect cock. As he continued filming, he took the opportunity to make sure that Claire was in the shot. Her nipples were now undeniably erect under the soft pink bra. Looking down at her crotch, Oliver saw that her knickers had darkened between her thighs though whether that was due to being wet or just a shadow, he didn't know. James touched Claire's head and she let her hands drop to her thighs, her face hot and flushed.

James moved back to join Oliver.

'So, Claire, let's hear your guess!'

'Oliver first, James second.'

'OK. Well done. So now for the next test. You have to recognise our bums this time!'

Claire's heart skipped a beat. James and Oliver had similar figures - sporty, slim and with tight little bums. This was going to be difficult! On the other hand, the worst that could happen is that she would lose another item of clothing - and the feeling of wanting to expose herself to these two guys was becoming stronger and stronger. The first bum was small and tight and fitted smoothly into the curve of her hands. She let her fingers slip between the buttocks and grinned to herself as she felt them clench slightly under her fingers. As the next bum was in her hands, she repeated the process and felt the taught muscles under her fingers as she ran one finger along the length of the crack. This bum felt even tighter than the first one and she guessed that she was probably holding James's bum because he was a regular mountain-biker and his bum would probably be more muscular than Oliver's.

Even so, when the time came to guess, she decided to guess 'wrong' and to take the opportunity to show Oliver her breasts. Just the thought of this sent a twinge of excitement running through her nipples.

'James first, Oliver second?'

'Sorry, wrong! Why don't you take your bra off for us Claire? I think that we would both like to see your breasts now.'

Claire reached behind her and unclipped her pink silk bra before hesitating for a second. Was she really going to let them see her breasts? She felt a brief pang of insecurity. Maybe Oliver liked big breasts; maybe he would be disappointed by what he saw? Shrugging to herself, she peeled off the thin silk material from her small snub-nosed breasts. Dropping the small silk bundle to one side, she sighed as the warm summer air drifted across her exposed breasts, causing her hardened nipples to pucker with excitement.

'Oh, fuck, they are beautiful, even better than I'd imagined.'

Oliver's comment caused Claire to shiver with excitement. And now?

'So, Claire, the next test is a little different. Lie back down on the blanket on your back with your hands trapped under your bum. For the next test, you are not allowed to touch either of us.'

Claire lay back and pushed her hips up slightly so that she could move her hands under her buttocks. In doing so, she pushed her pussy upwards and Oliver, still filming, focussed on her pantie-covered groin and took in the very obvious signs of her excitement. There was now no denying the fact that the material was soaked through and was now clinging tightly to Claire's pubic valley, so that the shape of her sex was clearly highlighted beneath the thin wet pink silk.

'So what is the next test?'

'This time you have to guess which of us is kissing your breasts!'

'Oh!'

James bent down and cupped Claire's breast in one hand, gently squeezing it so that her nipple was pushed upwards towards him. He then bent forwards and took her bud in his mouth, playing with it with his tongue before lifting his head and looked to Oliver. Oliver handed him the camera silently and then cupped both of Claire's breasts in his hands before bending down and taking first one and then the other nipple in his mouth, gently biting them and running his tongue over their soft hardness. Claire groaned at the pleasure that flooded through her. Her body was in overdrive and she was now desperate for some sexual relief.

Oliver sat back up and moved over to sit next to Claire, James sitting on the other side of her hips.

'Let's hear your guess!'

Claire had no idea and if she were really honest, she didn't really care. All she cared about now was getting a cock between her thighs ... if not two cocks!

'Oliver first, James second?'

'No! You've lost your bet I'm afraid. Oliver, would you like to remove Claire's knickers?'

'THAT would be my pleasure!'

Taking hold of the waistband of Claire's pink silk knickers, he slowly peeled them off, gradually exposing her closely trimmed pubic mound. Her pussy was swollen and her lips glistening with excitement. He continued to pull her knickers off over Claire's ankles and dropped the soft wet bundle down behind him, his eyes glued to Claire's pussy.

Claire struggle for control as she felt the smooth wet material being peeled off her. The silk panties clung to her wet pussy lips as it was pulled down, stimulating her with its movement. She now lay there naked on the ground between the two blokes. In her minds eye, she could see her slim frame, her breasts flattened against her chest, her smooth flat stomach and gently curving pubic mound with its sparse covering of mouse-brown pubic hair doing little to hide her swollen valley trapped between her slim thighs.

James continued to film Claire's crotch as Oliver's hands reached out for her knickers. He zoomed in on her panties and fought to control himself as Claire let herself be exposed to Oliver for the first time. He fought to stop himself from grabbing his own cock and masturbating to relieve the pressure in his cock. He felt like he was going to burst. His balls were now so tight that he had slight pains spreading out on either side above his pubic mound. Still, he knew what was coming and wanted to wait, despite suffering at the moment. Oliver took one ankle in each hand and spread Claire's thighs apart - as far as they could comfortably go, giving them both a perfect view of her pink swollen pussy.


Who's Who in the Zoo



Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, comments and feedback on my submissions. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. I have always enjoyed my visits to the zoo. I hope you will enjoy visiting this one. 

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"Pssst, hey Sylvie, it's me. Over here, behind the moat."

Sylvie Ryan stopped in her tracks as the familiar voice slipped into her mind. It sounded exactly like her boyfriend Donnie. How could that be? Donnie, or what was left of him, was lying in cold storage at the City Morgue. Sylvie had begged him not to race his new motorcycle on the twisting two lane roads outside of town, but he had ignored her and run headlong into a tree. 

"Sylvie, hey babe, over here," came the voice once more, "look at me. I'm looking at you."

Sylvie looked about frantically, seeing no one except various animals in park-like settings, doing animal things. She had come to the Clear Lake City Zoo to get her mind off her dead boyfriend, now what was going on. No one was in sight that could have called to her, unless…? Her gaze fell on a huge male lion in a nearby enclosure, its blazing green eyes looking directly at her.

"Yeah, Sylvie, it's me," said the lion. Sylvie was puzzled. It wasn't actually speaking to her, its lips weren't moving and everyone knows lions can't talk. She may have not been the sharpest knife in the drawer by her own admission, but even she knew that. However, the voice was distinct in her head and it sure sounded like Donnie.

Her ample breasts jiggling in her tube top, Sylvie walked over and sat on the low wall adjoining the moat, folding her shapely bare legs under her. The lion continued to stalk forward, staring at her as if she was a prey item. It's gaze never wavered as it reached the edge of the moat, sat on its haunches and yawned hugely.

"How, how do I know you're Donnie?" Sylvie asked in a shaky voice. A lion, I'm talkin' to a freakin' lion, she thought as the words left her lips.

The lion licked a massive paw, "Ask me some questions, sugarpants," the voice replied.

Omigod, Sylvie thought excitedly, that was Donnie's pet name for me. No, this is crazy. This can't be Donnie. He's in a drawer in the morgue, still… 

"Okay lion, er, Donnie. When's your birthday?" She looked in her small vinyl purse to double check the date.

"April 22, 1984," the lion replied, "Gimme a tough one."

Sylvie remembered something she had heard Donnie say about his motorcycle. She didn't know exactly what it meant, but she remembered it. "Um, how many cc's was your motorcycle engine?" she asked confidently.

The lion yawned again, its massive yellow fangs and long red tongue frightened Sylvie, but she was suddenly aroused as well. What's happening to me? She thought, am I really being turned on by a lion?

"Another easy one," said the voice. "My cycle was a Kupasake Sport Speedster, 1352 cc's DOHC In-line four banger, any other questions?"

"You, you're Donnie," Sylvie said in wonderment. "How did you get in that lion suit?"

The voice chuckled, "This isn't a suit, sugarpants. I'm a real lion. This zoo is full of animals that used to be people. Those gorillas' two enclosures down used to be a banker and a nurse. The hyena across the way was a lawyer …You get the picture."

"Oh Donnie," Sylvie sniffled, accepting the premise without question. "What's it like being a lion? Do you get fleas like my mom's Yorkie? What do you do all day?" 

The lion shook his mane violently, sending a cloud of dust into the air. "Pretty much, nothing," the voice replied tiredly. "Eat, sleep, walk around, roar and scare the kids that walk by, that's about it. Do you miss me, Sylvie?"

A tear trickled down Sylvie's cheek, "Yes I do Donnie, I miss you a lot."

Sylvie could hear the lion's rough purr from her seat on the enclosures wall. "What do you miss most about me Sylvie?" said the lion, raising up and stretching luxuriantly.

Sylvie thought furiously, her pretty face twisted in a deep frown. Donnie wasn't much of a conversationalist, all he liked to talk about was sports and his motorcycle. He never remembered her birthday or the day they met or when to pick her up to go to the movies or just about anything else when they were together.

What Donnie could do however, was fuck her for hours on end. His fingers, tongue and thick cock gave her massive orgasms that just about took off the top of her head. The sudden realization that it was the only reason she kept him as her boyfriend for the last two years brought tears to her eyes.

"I wasted two years of my life on you," she shouted at the lion. "I could have found someone who really cared about me instead of falling in love with your dick."

Sylvie's eyes widened as the lion sat back on its haunches, a massive erection sprouting between its hind legs. The size of the lion's penis mesmerized Sylvie. Oh my gosh, it's huge, she thought. I wonder how it would feel…

Her eyes remained locked on the pulsing red shaft as the lion said, "There's a hole in the fence behind that bench over there. You'll fit through easily. C'mon in so we can play. I've really missed you Sylvie."

Sylvie shook her head, blonde curls quivering along her smooth bare shoulders. "Oh no, you'll eat me up, tear me to shreds. I'm not going to be an afternoon snack for some old lion."

The lion chuckled, "Oh is that all. However, I understand your concern. I am a bit scary, I'll admit. Is this any better?"

Sylvie gaped in wonderment as the lion arose on its back legs, its furry body blurring, shifting and changing. She gave a little shriek of surprise as the lion transformed into a human shape, its broad face dominated by fiery green eyes. Sylvie rubbed her eyes hard and looked again; it was still standing there, covered in dusty yellow fur. Its massive torso, bulging biceps and tree-trunk thighs looked like the wrestlers that Donnie watched on her father's plasma screen TV.

One thing that had not changed however was the size and length of its cock. It protruded red and proud from the creatures' crotch, throbbing and oozing pre-cum as it glistened in the sunlight. Suddenly, Sylvie was scrambling frantically through the hole in the fence, the Donnie voice guiding her as she walked down the narrow path used by the zookeepers until she found herself before a green metal door. It opened with a dull click and she walked into a dimly lit room, her sandaled feet crunching in the fresh straw that lay on the floor.

***

"Donnie," she whispered, trembling with fear and passion. "Donnie, where are you…Yeeek!" The lion man appeared suddenly in the opening to the enclosure, muscles rippling, purring deep in its throat. It stepped forward and took Sylvie in its massive arms, kissing her roughly on the lips. "I've missed you, sugarpants," said a voice in her head, Donnie's voice. She returned the kiss eagerly, the creatures long, rough tongue circling in her mouth, wrapping sensuously around her own.

The lion man sank to its knees on the straw, Sylvie followed suit. Her body shook with desire as they knelt face to face, its calloused fingers roaming over her voluptuous body as she ran her fingers through its thick fur, stroking its bulging muscles, caressing its rock hard abs.

"I want to be naked for you," she moaned, pulling her tube top over her head as her heaving breasts sprang free. The creatures' rough tongue lapped eagerly at her stiffening nipples, circling the pebbled areolas and laving the creamy breast flesh. Sylvie could feel its hands fumbling with the zipper on her skimpy shorts and she reached down to help, pulling them down over her hips. Throwing her arms around the creatures' thick neck, she raised her body upward, allowing it to slide her shorts from her legs. Sylvie shivered as the creatures' rough hand cupped her bare pussy, rubbing on her slick labial lips. Dropping back on her knees, she sighed as her fingers encountered its huge red cock, gripping the velvety head in her delicate fist.

The lion man growled deep in its throat as Sylvie's soft hand stroked its massive tool. It slid two long fingers up to the palm into her juicy pussy, twisting them against the pink folds as she slid her fingers along its throbbing dick, her other hand cupping and squeezing its heavy balls. Sylvie threw her head back and whimpered with pleasure as the creatures sharp teeth nibbled on her stiff nipples and its rough tongue whipped against them. The lion man added a third finger into Sylvie's gushing pussy, uttering a bark of passion as her soft hands pumped its aching cock, stroking along its length as she spread pre-cum up and down the blood engorged shaft.

A muffled moan escaped her lips as Sylvie attempted to shove the massive cock deep in her throat, her soft tongue swirling around the huge velvet head as the lion man humped into her eager mouth. "Noooo," the Donnie voice groaned after several minutes of her determined licking and sucking, "I want to fuck you. I want to cum inside you."

Sylvie squealed with excitement as the creature pulled its cock from her mouth and pushed her on her back in the sweet smelling straw. It lifted her hips in its huge hands and spread her legs wide. Her brain exploded in pleasure as the lion mans wide rough tongue swept along her slick pussy lips, teasing her throbbing clit, then dropping back to swab her puckered asshole. She writhed in sweet agony while the creatures tongue swirled and licked in her gushing slit, suddenly driving inwards to scoop huge mouthfuls of her foaming juices into its eager mouth.

"Oh God, Donnie," Sylvie screamed, her hips thrusting upward to meet the lion mans' devouring mouth. "Eat me, lick me, fuck me, please fuck me. I want your cock, your big cock…ohhhhhh," she moaned as the creatures' hips pulled back and with one tremendous surge, buried half the length of his huge tool deep in her wet cunt. Sylvie screamed as the fleshy shaft filled her pussy to bursting, the momentary pain soon eclipsed by a throbbing fullness that was indescribably satisfying.

The creature gripped Sylvie's hips tightly as it rammed in and out of her gripping snatch. Their grunts and moans echoed from the concrete walls, punctuated by slurps and squishes as the huge cock ravaged Sylvie's pussy. Sylvie mauled her aching breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples as the lion mans' thick shaft penetrated into her innermost depths, the silky head stroking against her g-spot as it raised and lowered her hips.

"Yes Donnie, yes," Sylvie howled. "Fuck me harder, harder, please. Ohhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumminggg…" The lion man grunted with pleasure as Sylvie's gushing slit coated its cock in wave after wave of thick cum. With one final thrust, it slid its massive tool up to the hilt in Sylvie's pussy, roaring and growling as it spewed long ropes of sticky semen deep in her hot cunt, her delighted screams ringing in its ears. When it could cum no more, it pulled its softening cock from her oozing pussy and fell beside Sylvie on the thick straw, panting for breath as she mewed and whimpered in post orgasmic bliss.

"Oh Donnie," Sylvie whispered, recovering from her massive orgasms. "That was the best fuck I've ever had." She rolled against the creatures' massive body, running her fingers through the silky fur. "I'm in love with you all over again, even if you have a permanent fur coat and live in a zoo."

The lion man rolled on his side, his green eyes meeting Sylvie's blue ones. The voice in her mind was suddenly different, a soft rumble, sounding nothing like Donnie's slightly nasal twang. "You don't want to love me Sylvie," it murmured. "I'm not Donnie and I'm not what I seem to be. You're better off without me, please try to understand, this just isn't right…"

Sylvie cut him off with a giggle, "I know silly, I know lion's can't talk or become human and boyfriends don't come back from the dead. Whatever or whoever you are, I want to thank you for making me see what a fool I was in loving someone who only made me feel good. He didn't care about me, he just wanted my body and I was a dope and gave it to him."

"You're quite a perceptive human," said the voice with a chuckle, "and beautiful as well." The lion man purred contentedly as Sylvie's soft hand stroked the length of its massive cock, coaxing it to full hardness once again.

"Please fuck me again," she sighed. "I know I must leave before the keepers find us together, but one more time please." She rose up on her hands and knees in the straw, wiggling her round ass and wet pussy at him.

"Anything for a beautiful human lady," said the voice as the lion man rose to its knees, gripping Sylvie's hips and burying its thick cock up to the hilt in her slick pussy. Tears of joy ran down Sylvie's beautiful face as her furry lover filled her sweet cunt repeatedly with its throbbing meat, each thrust driving the breath from her body.

Bracing her hands and knees on the slippery straw, she rammed her hips back to meet its thrusts, its heavy balls slapping against her creamy thighs. The lion man bent over Sylvie, its hairy chest tickling her bare back while its huge hands kneaded her dangling breasts. On and on they fucked, their passions rising steadily as they pumped wildly against each other, Sylvies' sopping cunt bathing the lion mans' plunging cock in her thick warm juices.

"I'm cumming, my lovely one," said the lion man as her throbbing pussy rippled along his massive shaft, "are you ready too?"

"I'm ready, so ready," Sylvie moaned, her pussy filled to bursting, "Cum in me, cum in me, now."

With a mingled roar and scream, Sylvie and her furry lover experienced mutual spine-wrenching orgasms. Sylvie's stretched pussy walls eagerly absorbed the massive gouts of cum spewing from the lion man's thrusting cock as her own cum gushed past it, soaking her lover's hairy thighs. Sobbing and growling, they fell together onto the sweet smelling straw, the lion man hugging her tightly until its softening cock finally slipped from her sweet pussy.

"Now you must go, Sylvie," he purred. "The zoo will be closing and they mustn't find you here."

***

Sylvie's blue eyes were wet with tears as the lion man helped her over the wall onto the sidewalk. Their lips met in one final kiss, and then it was gone, loping down the path. "I'll never forget you," she cried as she leaned over the wall, "Never."

"Nor I you, dear Sylvie," the voice purred in her ear. She never noticed that the hole in the fence had closed as she watched her yellow furred lover disappear behind the closing metal door.

***

"Excuse me, Miss, did you drop something down there," said a voice behind Sylvie. She turned to see a handsome brown-haired young man in a zookeeper's uniform looking concerned. "You shouldn't lean over the wall that way; you could fall in and be hurt."

Sylvie stood up and smiled prettily at him. "I'm sorry, I thought I had dropped my sunglasses, but here they are in my purse. I'm such a ditz sometimes," she giggled.

"But you're a beautiful ditz," said the young man, blushing furiously. "I don't mean to be so forward, but I'm off duty in an hour. Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me?"

Now it was Sylvie's turn to blush, he was so handsome and polite. "I think I would like that Danny," she replied, reading his nametag. She offered her hand, "My name is Sylvie. Which restaurant would you like to try?"

"How about the employees' cafeteria," Danny replied, taking her hand in his. "They're serving zebra cutlets tonight." He grinned at the puzzled look on Sylvie's beautiful face. "Just kidding, do you like Thai food?"

"Oh, you," Sylvie said happily. "Thai sounds great. Will you show me around until we can leave?"

"My pleasure," Danny replied, as they linked arms and walked off down the sidewalk. "Now over here we have the reptile house…"

***

Assuming the lion shape again, He stretched out, luxuriating in the sensation of the suns warmth on his fur. The clank of a closing gate interrupted his thoughts about Sylvie. He turned his head and watched as a lioness padded toward him across the compound.

"Aragarn," her irritated voice buzzed in his head. "I smell human, what have you been up to while I was gone? If you have jeopardized the mission in any way, the Ultimate will have your oorit for a mid-phase snack. I swear; I go off for a duo-phase to check on the gravity pod and…"

"Calm down, Arranna," Aragarn replied. "It was a brief dalliance with a pretty human female. When I contacted her mind she was so sad; I just wanted to cheer her up. Regardless, I expunged her memory of our encounter. Since she left, she has already met someone of her own species. I put a few prompts in their subconscious to help things along. I know they'll be happy."

Arranna lay down beside Aragarn, stretching and rubbing against him. "I'm becoming quite fond of these replicant bodies," she purred. "They provide such wonderful sensations. It's unfortunate that we must leave for the control planet tomorrow. I could get used to this sunbathing all day."

Aragarn licked Arrana's muzzle. "And which of the many sensations do you like best, my sweet," he purred, his long cock becoming hard once more.

"You know the ones I enjoy the most," Arrana purred, lifting her glistening hindquarters. "Mount me my golden one, I want to feel you deep inside."

Aragarn slid easily into Arranna's wetness, pumping his entire length rapidly into her foaming slit, biting eagerly on her thick neck as she screeched and yowled with pleasure.

***

"Mommy," asked the little girl as she stood at the enclosures wall. "What are those lions' doing?"

"Um, er, they're playing, sweetie. That's right, they're playing lion games," the flustered mother replied, dragging the curious child away. "Let's go see the funny monkeys."

End.

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Author's note: No animals were harmed during the writing of this story.



Who's Who of Family Sex



Mohanraj felt outraged spotting the police vehicle parked just outside his house and slammed his forehead in disgust. He almost jumped out of the car as it halted and ran into his house with absolute fury. His eyes turned red in anger seeing a couple of uniformed personnel inside the sitting room and sipping some coffee. 

"Who called the police?" Mohanraj screamed his throat out. 

Govind, his 20 year old son stood up from the sofa and replied with fear. "Dad, I called them."

"Have you gone crazy?" Mohanraj's anger found a new target in his ignorant son. "You want to see the headlines in tomorrow's newspapers? Do you want the whole city to know and laugh at the family?"

Govind decided not to speak any further once he knew that his Dad was in no mood to listen. One of the officers stood up, walked towards Mohanraj and began speaking in a low voice.

"Mr.Mohanraj, we are here to help you," The officer said with genuine compassion.

"Please leave us alone," Mohanraj almost pushed off the officer's hands which was about to reach to his shoulder. "I don't want to register any complaint with the police. This is purely our family problem and I don't want this to be publicized."

The officer smiled wryly and turned to Govind who stood motionless. "Mr.Govind, should I presume that you are withdrawing the complaint?"

Govind looked up and gauged his father's emotions. He knew that it would be a Herculean task to convince his Dad especially when he looked like blowing the world in absolute fury.

"Yes Officer," Govind replied apologetically. "I am withdrawing the complaint."

Mohanraj nodded his head in relief and sat down on the sofa in despair. The officers stood up, shook hands with Govind and began walking towards the door. Govind waited till he heard their jeep driving off the house and walked towards his father.

"What are we going to do now?" He queried with profound anxiety.

"Nothing," Mohanraj snarled at his son. "I will presume that your mother is dead from now on."

Govind struggled hard to conceal his growing anger seeing the unruly behavior of his father. He knew that it would be a futile exercise talking to Mohanraj and hence began dragging his feet towards his room. His hands reached to his pocket and pulled off the piece of paper which had stirred off the unprecedented storm in his family. He couldn't resist admiring the neat handwriting of Usha, his mother although the contents came as a bolt from the blue.

'I am leaving the house and will never return. Don't try to search me -- Usha'

Ever since he found the letter left behind by his mother, Govind had read it more than a dozen times. It was more of a shock as he read it for the first time which gradually transformed into extreme annoyance. He felt immensely angered by the absolute recklessness with which his parents went about making a huge fuss about whatever be their differences. Usha was almost 42 years and she hadn't helped the cause of reaching to some amicable agreement by vanishing from the house. It was unbelievable. A mother of two grown up children deserting the house for some silly reason disregarding the implications it would have on the reputation of the family.

The moment he reached his room, his cellular phone buzzed at once. He almost jumped in relief to find from the display that it was Uncle Sabari who was calling. 

"Hello Uncle," He almost whispered containing his excitement. Obviously, he didn't want his father to hear the conversation.

"Hello Govind," Uncle Sabari's voice wasn't sounding as cheerful as it used to be. "Usha is here."

"Thank God," Govind closed his eyes in relief after hearing the news. He felt his heart getting lightened after more than twelve hours of anxious moments.

"You can't talk to her now," Sabari hushed on the phone. "She does not want her whereabouts to be revealed to anybody."

"She has gone crazy," Govind fumed.

"Don't get excited," Sabari softened his voice. "Try to reach here as soon as you can. She is planning to leave from here as well."

Govind shook his head in disbelief. He was confused about the whole thing.

"Uncle, please don't let her go," Govind pleaded. "I am rushing there at once."

Uncle Sabari had a few words of consolation to offer and realizing the anxiety of his nephew, he put an end to his conversation. Govind had quite a lot of things to ponder. He certainly did not want his father to know about the conversation with his uncle. He somehow wanted to bring back his mother so that not much damage is done to the family. He spoke to himself as he thought about various plans to bring the family crisis to an end. He was a very clear man as he braved into his father's room. As expected, Mohanraj was sipping a glass of whisky.

"Dad, I need to go out," Govind spoke in a firm voice. "I may not be returning before morning."

"What's the matter?" Mohanraj chuckled sarcastically. "Are you going to search that slut?"

"Please Dad," Govind's tone began to rise in anger. "She is my mother. Don't call her by such names. I need to relax after whatever is going on here at home. Please let me go."

"Go ahead and relax," Mohanraj smiled mockingly. "You don't seem to bother about your father and your sister. You just want to relax when the entire house is shattered. Go and relax."

Govind felt for the umpteenth time that his father was a tough nut to crack. He realized that he had better things to do than trying to reason with a man who spoke and behaved like a man on the verge of lunacy.

"Thanks Dad," Govind quipped and rushed back to his room. It took just a few minutes for him to pack a few things for his travel and helped himself with some money from the safe. Just as he was about to leave, he thought of talking to Punita, his sister. He hurried towards his room and felt rather relieved to see the young girl sleeping after she had cried out her heart since morning. He placed his right hand on her forehead, stroked her hair for a while before rushing down the stairs. Soon, his Suzuki zen streamed out of the gate indicating his desperation to get his mother back home.

Mohanraj watched his son's car ejecting on to the road, sipped the remaining whisky and walked towards Punita's room with a mischievous smile. He hadn't consumed alcohol during the day for quite some time and began feeling a slight discomfort as he walked. He wasn't really staggering although he knew that his walking was far from being normal.

Punita woke up from the deep sleep hearing the loud thud on the door. She sat up and her body experienced a mild shiver seeing Mohanraj standing against the door. A huge chill traveled all over her spine as she watched her father closing the door and moving from one window to another pulling down the blinds. Suddenly the room was filled with semi-darkess. 

Her heart began racing and she hurriedly began pulling over the blanket to cover her legs. 

"Don't be afraid," Mohanraj smiled as he approached the bed and quickly unbuttoned his full sleeve shirt. 

"Dad, please don't," She murmured with fear gripping all over her mind.

Mohanraj went about pulling down his pant unmindful of his daughter's plea. Punita covered her face in absolute fear the moment she saw her father's stout body. She obviously couldn't watch her father pulling out a nice pack of condoms from his pant. She eventually opened her eyes feeling something brushing hard against her chin and once she did, she almost screamed to see her father's nine inches meat positioned against her mouth.

"No Dad, Not now," She whimpered and began dragging her body towards the other side of the bed. The next thing she felt was her father's strong muscular hands pushing her hands well above her head. His swollen stomach was pressing hard against her young flat belly while her nostrils smelt the odor of some rich whisky.

"Never say No to Daddy," Mohanraj laughed letting his right hand to slap her cheek mildly.

"Not anymore," Punita screamed again. "Not after we were caught by mom."

Mohanraj's hands roughly held her little breasts for a while before giving a rude pinch on her nipples. To her utter surprise, notwithstanding her protests her nipples were getting hard and erect at the touch of her father. 

"I have always loved these little tits," Mohanraj said with a lusty grin and cupped her tiny breasts really hard. She looked too puny for a 19 year old girl. She was too fragile and weak to resist his big Dad who pulled off her T-shirt in a flash. 

"Remember our first time in the bathroom?" Mohanraj whispered into her ears while his hands were desperately trying to unclasp her bra hooks. "I fucked you on the moist marble floor. You were slipping away from me every time my dick humped at you. But, I never let you go."

Punita squirmed feeling her father's huge hands clutching her naked breasts after getting rid of her bra. His palms felt extremely rough and as they touched her tender nipples she couldn't conceal the excitement. She struggled hard overcoming the temptations her father was managing to create in her by telling herself that it was her father's lust that had forced her mother from deserting the house.

She tried swaying her body not to allow her father's monster dick brush against her crotch. Her brief resistance came to an abrupt end feeling her father's hand dropping down her belly before it cupped and covered her crotch.

"You want Dad to eat your pussy?" Mohanraj hushed into her ears while his fingers dove inside her pussy lips through her cavity. "I know you love that. I know how much you enjoyed when I was eating your little cunt inside the garage once."

However, he wasn't eating her pussy as his attention switched towards her tiny tits. Punita heaved as her father began sucking her little breasts inside his mouth and she squealed as his long brushy tongue began lashing at her hardened nipples. She knew that her father was unstoppable on the bed and remembered the sheer ruthlessness with which he stole her virginity in the bathroom. She felt her breasts swelling inside her father's lusty mouth and her body tried to move up and down unable to cope up with the merciless way with which her father went about sucking her tender breasts.

"Dad, be gentle," She murmured although she knew that he was in no mood to heed to her appeal. His hands and mouth kept alternating on her breasts while his hard fingers kept pinching and tweaking her nipples making her moan aloud.

"Daddy!" Punita screamed as suddenly she felt his hard meat dive deep into her. His dick never looked like halting as it got deeper to hit well against her womb. It was inevitable for her as she knew that she was loosing. She decided to just lay back and enjoy the feel of her father's demon dick inside her young tight cunt. 

"You are very tight," Mohanraj admired between gasps as he began humping. Punita felt her cunt getting wet every time her father nearly withdrew his gigantic dick only to let it ram back with more fury and force. 

"Fuck me Dad," She yelled out. She was overdriven with pleasure and stopped suppressing her moans which began pouring out of her mouth wildly. She was completely under her father's control and her waist began grinding in a nice motion, enough to grip her father's dick inside her cunt. Punita couldn't believe the glowing lust in her father's eyes as she watched him pump his dick deeper while he was grinding his teeth like a lusty beast. Her young body was responding to her father's thunderous poundings as she tried to close her eyes to enjoy the moments of joy.

Mohanraj was beginning to grunt even while his dick felt like growing large inside her pussy. Punita knew that her father had put on a condom and felt rather relieved.

"Oh my little baby," Mohanraj groaned as he sensed an imminent explosion while his eyes looked like bulging out. Punita was speechless and almost breathless seeing her father accelerating his speed unbelievably. She squirmed once feeling the typical sensation prior to a great orgasm. She was aware that her father would have a final go at her young breasts before passing out and watched anxiously waiting for his big mouth to land on her chest. He finally did, jumping on her tits for one final time while his dick exploded filling the condom with huge loads of thick semen. 

"Daddy, you fucked me again," she screamed as her hands held his hair.

Mohanraj got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom for getting rid of the condom filled with cum. Punita wasn't moving an inch after another horrifying round of sex with her father and a few drops of tears began rolling down her cheeks involuntarily. She heard Mohanraj using the flush and thereafter she could hear her father cleaning himself. She kept gazing as her unkind father emerged out of the bathroom naked to the hilt. She knew that he wouldn't be interested in talking to her anymore after fulfilling his desire for the umpteenth time. Her eyes turned red in hatred looking at her father who got into his clothes and walked out of the room without even bothering to have a look at his daughter.

"Oh Mom, I am sorry." Punita whimpered.

A few hundred miles away, Usha kept herself confined to the four walls of the room where her brother had led her immediately after her arrival. Her eyes had gone red after the long train journey during which she had wept profusely. She realized that her married life was in cross roads and shockingly it was her own daughter who had done all the damage. She knew that her daughter's life was in more jeopardy than hers and couldn't resist a sigh of depression. Punita has always remained the Barbie doll of the house until she was found naked on her father's bed. It wasn't easy to digest seeing a 19 year old girl transgressing the boundaries with her own father. Usha was dumbfounded and it took a while before her heart resumed beating. 

Govind on the other hand, always remained a noble young man with no vices inherited from his lousy father. He always carried a matured head on his young shoulders and had solutions to every problem the family came across. However, Usha knew that it would be like expecting too much from her son to clean up the mess her husband and daughter had created. It is never easy to reveal the abnormal relationship of a father and daughter, more so, if the son was as gentle as Govind.

Usha gathered herself listening to the footsteps and tried to smile at Sabari, who entered with a concerned look.

"Can we talk?" Sabari sat right in front of his younger sister and asked softly.

"There is nothing to talk about," Usha retorted quickly. "If needed, I should talk to an advocate."

"Don't be silly," Sabari tried to reason with his sister. "You have grown up kids. You are old enough to be a grand mother now."

"Brother, will you do me a favor?" Usha was quick to cut him short. "Take me to some advocate."

Sabari sighed in exasperation. He always knew that his sister had grown up as a very tough woman and it has always been impossible to thrust any opinion into her. He realized that the need of the hour was to buy some time before Govind arrives to take his mother back with him. He had some acquaintances in the court and he thought merely meeting an advocate wasn't going to complicate things any further.

"As you wish," Sabari stood up at once and said. "Get ready. Let's meet the advocate."

Usha was ready within a matter of minutes. Sabari called Dhanalakshmi, his wife and informed her about his proposed visit to an advocate. He immediately made out from her expression that his wife wasn't all that impressed with the idea although as always, she didn't want to disclose her unhappiness openly. As the car was about to leave, Sabari noticed a few shades of utter disdain in his wife's eyes.

Dhanalakshmi was just 3 years younger than Usha. She was always considered a sort of unassuming character in the family as she rarely spoke openly. Mithali, her 18 year old daughter looked like a replica of her mother and there were a few people who always mistook the mother and daughter as sisters. As always, Dhanalakshmi never revealed her excitement whenever someone complimented about her looks although she was indeed proud of her curvy body and well shaped bosoms. Unlike the women of the region, she had a wonderful glowing skin and her long hair was a subject of envy for even Mithali. She did have her own share of fantasies in life. However, being a very tight-lipped woman she was always shy of talking about sexuality with even women of her age. Mithali would be marrying Govind in a year's time and she knew that it would be foolish to go wild at her age. However, she wasn't aware of the excitement in store.

Dhanalakshmi was just about to get inside after seeing off Sabari and Usha. She stopped and turned back to see the cherry red car speeding in through the gate and immediately her eyes lit up with joy. She knew that it was Govind.

"Hello aunty," Govind waved his hands even before he got out of the car.

"Hello Govind," Dhanalakshmi smiled while her eyes gazed at her would-be son. He looked in a very good shape and his biceps looked very strong under his half-sleeves.

"You just missed by a whisker," Dhanalakshmi paused and watched anxiety building on her nephew's face. "Your mother left just a few seconds before."

"What do you mean?" Govind stood stunned. Dhanalakshmi burst into laughter.

"Don't worry," She began consoling her nephew. "She will be back in an hour or so. Your uncle has taken her to some advocate."

Govind felt extremely relieved realizing that a couple of anxious days might be getting over soon. He noticed the glow in Dhanalakshmi's eyes and took note of her funny side. He smiled knowing that it was just with him that she always tried to be funny. 

"I thought you would ask about Mithali," Dhanalakshmi continued with her sudden outburst of mischief. 

"I won't," Govind replied with a broad smile. "I know she might be attending college."

"Smart boy," Dhanalakshmi reciprocated his smile. "Let's get inside and talk."

Govind followed his aunt as she sprinted like a young girl towards the sitting room. His eyes began gulping her wonderful ass cheeks as they swayed while she walked quickly. She stood well below his shoulders although her body still looked in amazing shape. He remembered his childhood days when he used to pull her long hair every now and then.

"Do you need a shower?" Dhanalakshmi turned around all of a sudden without noticing that he was closely following her. Govind couldn't halt at once and ended up banging his chest against her wonderful breasts. Govind's body shook once feeling the softness of a woman's breasts touching his chest for the first time. Dhanalakshmi smiled rather awkwardly.

"Sorry, I never thought you were so close behind," She blushed profusely.

"I am sorry too," Govind said gently rubbing his chest. "What about the shower?"

"Oh Yes," Dhanalakshmi pointed towards the right side of the house. "Use your uncle's room. Let me prepare something really hot for you."

'You are the hottest thing around,' Govind told himself with a mischievous smile. He watched his aunt rushing towards the kitchen and sighed as his eyes gazed at her buttocks again. He had fantasized about Dhanalakshmi for quite some time now although he cleverly concealed his curiosity about her. He knew that he was held in a very high esteem by the family and hence there wasn't any way to let his emotions take over. He quietly moved into his uncle's room and closed the door without latching it. He badly needed a shower after a strenuous ride on a sunny day and quickly got ready for a bath with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

Dhanalakshmi barged into the room from nowhere holding a couple of shampoo sachets in her hand.

"I have some shampoo for you," Dhanalakshmi looked pretentious although her eyes were straying on his broad chest and strong shoulders.