The Cat's Fancy 2

At long last, Elvira arrived with a round of highballs, dressed as a cocktail waitress. The tight uniform accentuated her most famous features, as if they needed emphasizing. Her already short skirt was slit to show off her black panties, which went with her gleaming pantyhose. She seemed to feel that, if she had to wear red, she should do it in as dark a way as possible. The dress made her red lips even redder: they weren’t just made for kissing, they were for eating pussy.

“Get out of that outfit, Elvira,” Bast told her, though hypocritically she took a moment to walk around Elvira and take her in from all angles. Before she patted her generous ass. “That’s not the kind of service we need from you now.”

“C’mon, guys, I was doing a photoshoot! Getting our name out there! Do you want to be rock stars or do you just want to fuck and get wasted?”

The way Linnea and Brinke stared at her big, rounded breasts answered Elvira’s question succinctly.

Elvira quickly took off what little she wore and stood naked in front of Bast. Just as quickly, Bast reached down and cupped Elvira’s pussy. Elvira hunched at the hot, searching fingers—Brinke and Linnea licked their lips. They sipped the drinks Elvira had brought up until Bast took her hand away.

Taking her own drink, she wiped her wet fingers along the rim, striking a sharp note before sipping her highball through the wetness of Elvira’s cunt.

“Put on a little show for us while we finish our drinks,” Bast suggested without it being a suggestion.

“You’re lucky I love to perform,” Elvira said.

“Yeah,” Brinke snickered. “I think I’ve caught you performing on yourself four or five times!”

Elvira posed with her thighs apart; she shook her ass. Pushed her breasts out and jiggled them at the women. She’d been with a lot of guys who’d failed to get her off, but one could’ve and had just refused to, keeping her at the precipice until she’d agreed to twerk for him. That kind of demeaning, domineering shit had no place in the life of a modern woman like Elvira—she’d only gone on four more dates with him before ending it.

As she lewdly thrust her hips at them, Brinke and Linnea began to rub themselves. Bast was quick to take their playing hands and redirect them to her own body. Elvira was encouraged; she always worked best with an audience. Her clit started throbbing. She got more into it.

Hands behind her head, she closed her eyes and pretended she was fucking that wannabe dom again. She’d had a Vegas show before being blackballed over a sexual harassment accusation (her lawyers were fighting every word of it) and she enjoyed every undulation she put her body through.

“That’s it, baby,” Bast purred, enjoying the sight of her even more than Brinke and Linnea’s loving petting. “Can you come like that?”

“Only if I do the Lambada,” Elvira breathed. “But this still gets me all warmed up!”

“Most people just wear clothes for that,” Linnea quipped.

“Who’s cunt do you want on your tongue?” Bast asked bluntly.

“Linnea! No, Brinke!” Elvira blurted out; she never tested well.

“I’m taking Brinke,” Bast said peevishly. “But you can have Linnea.”

“I’m second choice?” Linnea asked disbelievingly.

“No, I’m second choice,” Brinke retorted.

“Ladies, I’m with you. I hate number two.” She gave Bast a rueful look. “And that’s without having to clean out a litterbox.”

Bast pointed at the center of the bed. “Linnea, spread out there. Elvira, the next joke you tell had better be into that pussy.”

“I’ve played small venues before, but this is ridiculous!” Elvira muttered under her breath. “I bet you could only get an audience of two or three in there…”

Bast drew Brinke onto the loveseat, petting and playing, giggling and whispering. They were getting off already, not from each other, but from the two other girls at the orgy. Four girls were even better than three.

Linnea sprawled out on the mattress and Elvira got between her legs, staring down at Linnea’s wet pussy.

“Want some sucking while you suck me?” Linnea asked, wiggling her hips to make it clear she didn’t see this as an imposition.

“Maybe later, babycakes,” Elvira said, fitting her hands under Linnea’s ass. The feel of all that flesh was delightful. “When I eat out, I don’t want to focus on anything else. If some chick has her tongue up my thong, I can’t keep my mind on making her squirt. And do you know what good skincare it is to have pussy juice all over your face?”

“But I want to play with that big clit of yours,” Linnea whined.

“I’ll find you a guy with a micropenis later,” Elvira said dismissively. “Most network execs will do.”

She lowered her head into Linnea’s lap and kissed the uppermost reaches of her slot. Her tongue wiggled its way into Linnea’s furrow; electric tickles flew out of Linnea’s skillfully touched clit. Linnea played with her own breasts and Elvira looked up in approval. Her hands kneaded the flesh of Linnea’s ass like bread dough, pleasuring her even more than the teasing flickers coming up off of Elvira’s tongue.

On the love seat, Bast’s mouth was locked together with Brinke’s. Brinke thrust herself at the playful fingers Bast had at her groin.

Linnea closed her eyes and breathed in the atmosphere of sex that pervaded the room. It was almost better to be in the middle of such an erotic maelstrom than it was to feel Elvira’s mouth on her!

But Elvira’s kisses would always be better, when they were on her cunt. Licking and sucking, her tongue darting out of Linnea, than leaving her bereft for just long enough that it was sadistic.

Now Elvira’s tongue went deeper. Oohh, it was far better than having a hot cock inside her, being full of such a wiggling, squirming, pleasuring animal. Her walls twitched, her nipples stiffened under her own tantalizing fingers, and pangs of lavish delight fanned through her warm body.

“Unhhh! It’s perfect!” Linnea gasped, opening her eyes.

She saw Bast on her knees between Brinke’s toned thighs, eating the rock star’s pussy. Brinke’s face was redly flushed. Her breasts looked even bigger than they normally were, being fondled by her own clever hands.

“OHH! Bast, I’m coming!” Brinke keened.

Bast lifted her head to show a wet smile.

“Please! Keep going!” Brinke breathed weakly.

“Let’s not rush. We have to wait until it’s as good as that beautiful pussy deserves,” Bast told her.

“Just… do whatever you want with me. I’m yours,” Brinke moaned, still caressing her sloping breasts.

“Geez, let’s not let her handle the contract negotiations,” Linnea said, before breaking off into a loud scream: “THERE! RIGHT THEEERRREEEeeeeee!”

Elvira had jammed her kiss into Linnea’s tender clit, making her feel every glimmer on her shinily-lacquered lips.

She raised her head and licked her pussy-wet lips. “See, that’s the note I wanted you to hit in rehearsals!”

“Make me hit it again!” Linnea gasped. The ache inside her was maddening. She was close to coming, but not close enough that she could get herself there, much as she wanted it.

“Let’s both hit it!” Elvira cooed, gliding up in one swift motion to fasten herself to Linnea, meeting her at the cunt.

“Yessss!” Linnea slurred. She could feel Elvira’s hard clit just inside her, the tip parting her cuntlips.

Linnea spread her thighs even wider and angled her hips up. Now she felt how Elvira’s clit throbbed; it was held just tight enough to her cleft that she could feel the little vibrations on her folds.

“Oh, that’s fucking good!” Elvira breathed, rolling her hips carefully to make sure her clit never left Linnea’s slot. “Don’t move, don’t you move, let me do it to you, I wanna do it to you, do it to yoooou…”

She held herself over Linnea the way a man would fuck her, arms bracing herself, only their groins touching. Linnea reached up to caress Elvira’s plump breasts. Elvira nodded enthusiastically, her face already taut with strain as she pressed herself gently, knowingly, against Linnea’s eager sex.

Sorry, Bast, Elvira thought to herself, her clit tensing. But I’m going to rush this one. Feels too good fucking this broad not to come right now!

Her pussy needed it. She gave them both a few more strokes, leaving her and Linnea both tingling, thrusting, fucking. Linnea’s hands on her breasts were so knowing, so skilled. Dreamy moments floated by as Linnea whimpered in delight and Elvira happily gave her more satisfaction.

Then she couldn’t wait anymore. She just had to climax. Elvira pressed them together, onto the brink, whimpered impatiently for the taut seconds before release, and then she came. Linnea gasped; her pussy jumped up to kiss Elvira’s throbbing womanhood.

Elvira held them together, writhing furiously in an exhilaration clench. The bed pounded with their joined rutting.

“OHHHH!” Linnea howled. “You’re the best, the best!”

“I know, I know!” Elvira panted, undulating so hard between Linnea’s thighs that if she had a cock, it would be pumping into the other woman’s womb.

Her clit thrummed. Linnea’s pussy roiled voluptuously. Then every sound and emotion was lost in the gonging beat of Elvira’s orgasm. Yes, this was what it was all about! This! This! This!

From out of the darkness, Elvira heard a pssshhh sound, like someone holding down the button on a shaken-up can of Pam.

“Elvira!” Brinke wailed plaintively. “Bast is marking me!”

Elvira didn’t open her eyes. “So what’s the problem?” she wondered. “I’d be grateful if anyone wanted me after I turned thirty…”