The Cat's Fancy 3

Elvira dropped down on top of Linnea, her breasts crushing Linnea’s smaller ones—weren’t they all—until they were belly to belly, their pussies writhing together. Elvira let the best twangs have their way with her before she launched into the afterglow, rubbing Linnea through it to make it good for both of them.

Linnea knew she’d just been given a connoisseur’s fuck. She gasped with relief that she was no longer in danger of going mad from how good it had felt. Sighing, she hugged the voluptuous goth and intertwined their legs, her panting fading as slowly as her ecstasy.

Glancing over at Bast and Brinke, Elvira saw them on the floor. Bast was on top of her and judging by her expression, it was no wonder cats marked everything. And if they all had such great asses, Elvira wouldn’t care. The two women laughed and embraced, too fucked out to care about anything but the languid pleasure of touching.

“Four pussies getting off at once,” Elvira mused. “That has to be some kind of record.”

Brinke untangled herself from Bast’s grip. “Five pussies, technically. I need a shower.”

“I need it too,” Linnea said, hopping up to join Brinke on her way to the shower.

Bast rolled over onto her back and smiled at Elvira. “Looks like it’s your turn.” Then her eyes flicked to Brinke and Linnea. “Hurry back. I have two nipples: one for both of you.”

“Shouldn’t she have one for six of us?” Linnea asked before Brinke pulled her into the bathroom.

With the door shut and the shower running, Bast unabashedly looked over Elvira. She licked her lips. Elvira could sympathize—she wanted to lick them too.

“Looks like it’s just us,” Bast purred. “Too bad. You’ll have to satisfy me all on your own.”

“Hey, which would you rather have?” Elvira hefted her massive breasts. “The pair of them or a pair of these?”

Switching her tail back and forth, Bast beckoned Elvira to come closer.

They met nakedly, their lips melting together in a passionate kiss of tongues dashing from one mouth to the other. Elvira felt her lust overflowing her cunt like it wanted to be tasted by the catgirl. And while she would never go without shaving her legs, she had to admit that all Bast’s fur felt… nice.

“Everybody loves the fur,” Bast grinned, reaching down to Elvira’s mound. “I like your fur too, pale one.”

And she rubbed the palm of her hand into Elvira’s pubic bone.

Elvira moaned as best she could with Bast’s lips grinding into hers. Soon she was squirming, writhing around to express the pleasure she couldn’t let out of her mouth, and Bast’s fingers traced her trembling vulva all the way to her lambent clit.

Bast took it between her thumb and forefinger, tweaking it—one little touch made Elvira think she was losing her mind. Lances of ecstasy shot up into her belly, filling her with so much sensation she thought her nerves would burn out.

Bast didn’t torture her for long. Not long enough for her to get used to it, at least. Soon, she’d slipped her hand down to Elvira’s wet cunt and entered it with three fingers. Elvira hunched, thrust her hips, trying desperately to get Bast’s hand all the way inside her.

Bast slid closer, now rubbing her breasts against Elvira’s. She pressed them firmly down on Elvira’s nipples and twin charges of electricity scorched Elvira’s nerves. When the girl pressed her weight down on Elvira, her mane was felt more intensely than ever. Elvira wrapped her arms and legs around Bast to feel more. It was glorious—like making love to a mink stole. A mink stole that could find her clit, too.

There was no other word for it: Bast had Elvira mounted now. Her mouth was locked together with Elvira, their tongues wrestling and twirling together, adding fuel to a fire Elvira already thought she couldn’t take. The feel of Bast’s rough tongue excited Elvira even more. It hurt just a little, like a too-big cock inside her, and Elvira had always liked that. A movie could be so bad it was good; sex could hurt just enough that it felt good.

Their breasts were merged together, pebble-hard nipples practically dueling. With Bast’s palm rubbing static into her pubic thatch and three fingers crammed inside her up to the knuckle, Elvira felt like she was in the Garden of Eden. Her sweat-slick body moved against Bast’s, slipping and contorting easily as they passionately wrestling. It finally struck Elvira that she could touch Bast even more—touch Bast like Bast was touching her. She flattened the fur of Bast’s belly until she’d felt out her entrance. Elvira stroked there, feeling the delicate gateways quiver and churn with an eagerness to be penetrated.

A quick flick of her wrist sent two fingers inside of Bast. A flood of wetness drenched her hand. Elvira played with the slippery stuff, trailing it all over Bast’s already well-lubricated folds.

This drove Bast wild: “OOHH! Damn, that’s so sweet, my sweet little pussy…! Keep going, Elvira! YESSS!”

Elvira had found Bast’s clit. Her thumb jammed into it. It was hard to trap with all the juices that were flowing from Bast’s sex, but she managed a few times. Mostly, though, Elvira fingered Bast’s pussy. And at the same time, she went after her clit. Trying to pin it down every time it slipped free and sprung up. Bast moaned louder as Elvira found the little bud again and again. She ground her hips into Elvira’s hand, obviously liking being fingered even more than she had before.

Suddenly Bast’s ears twitched. The shower had stopped running. A moment later, Brinke and Linnea came out of the bathroom, toweling themselves off. There was only one towel, so they shared it, and giggled every time trying to use it both at once translated into them running into the other.

“Come here, kitten,” Bast said to Linnea. “Brinke, you take a turn with Elvira. You just have to try her!”

“I thought that was a rule, given how many people do,” Brinke replied. She swayed her way to the bed, where she sat down and patted the mattress beside her.

Linnea wiggled her way to the bed herself, crawling past Brinke only to meet Bast on the other side. The catgirl snuggled down beside her, right hand gliding to Linnea’s sparsely haired pussy.

“Is this from the shower?” she asked, slicking a fingertip through Linnea’s wet folds. Her finger came to Linnea’s plush little clit. “I know this isn’t…”

“Brinke helped me get clean,” Linnea said innocently.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Bast oozed. “But there’s something to be said for fresh food…”

“Yesss,” Linnea gurgled. “Have all you can eat!”

“Let’s split dessert,” Bast said, swinging halfway above the freshly showered girl. She kissed her breasts, eased the nipple into her mouth. Linnea shuddered, cocking her hips so her pussy was offered to Bast’s fondling fingers. Her nipples stiffened between Bast’s lips.

“Delicious,” Linnea breathed.

“Dinner and a show,” Bast said, staring at Elvira and Brinke.

Elvira was watching them too, wishing a little that she was beneath Bast. But Brinke was responding nicely to her touch, returning the favor with her hand between Elvira’s legs. As good as Bast and Linnea must feel, Elvira knew this had to be as good.

“Oh, look at her go,” Brinke moaned, watching Bast and Linnea do their thing.

Elvira laughed. “Guess that’s how we all look when there’s a hot pussy to fuck.”

“Are we going to end up on the floor?”

“No, I’m into whips, not rugburn. Let’s see if we can make a sandwich.”

Elvira laid down on top of Bast’s back, thighs wide apart, giggling when she saw Bast’s tail between her thighs. Then Brinke sank on top of her, pressing her into Bast and Bast into Linnea. Their pussies pressed snugly together. Brinke began to roll her hips, trying to synchronize with the motions Linnea and Bast were going through.

“Like fucking on a fur rug!” Elvira gasped.

The gasp of bedsprings made a sensual background music to the rising pleasure. All Elvira could see of Bast was her tail, flicking through the air in a measured tempo, caressing her like a feather duster. Soft cries of pleasure came from above her and below.

Brinke took her time, squirming with Elvira, kissing her breasts, then pausing for a spine-tingling moment. Elvira opened her legs further and didn’t even have to move for her cunt to be welded together with Brinke’s.

“Ohh, I gotta come!” Brinke gasped, her arms around Elvira and Bast and Linnea. “I can’t take feeling all three of you at once! Uhhh!”

“I’m ready!” Elvira cried. “Come for all of us!”

Brinke sobbed, her hips jammed down, her ass jiggling with the resounding impact. The friction of cunt against cunt drew the honey from deep inside of Elvira. It flooded her nether region again and again, each time to the accompaniment of her throbbing clit. Elvira howled. Bast came with her, and Linnea had to be screaming about something. They all writhed and got off together.

When Elvira had energy to force her eyelids apart again, it was to see two silicone cocks dangling in front of her face. Linnea and Brinke were wearing them. They were not meant as fashion statements, no matter how good they looked.

“If you’d told me you had toys for playtime, I would’ve sped getting here,” Elvira said. “More than I actually did, I mean.” She looked at Bast. “So which are you taking, Linnea or Brinke?”

“Oh no, I can’t stand all that phallicism,” Bast said, eyes hooded. “Those are both for you.”

Elvira’s stomach fell. “You want me to suck on one of them?”

“If you can suck one with your asshole, sure. Why? Is that a problem?”

Elvira sighed. “You have one foursome and people think you’re some kind of pervert.”

“Just wait until I make them both real,” Bast muttered.

“What was that?”

“I said ‘meow’.”