With Eric and Spencer following Frieda as they thunder up to her room; Eric already sporting a major erection as he can sense Spencer and Frieda’s desire to be filled by him. Entering the bedroom; Eric stares at the grey furred were-pantheress and the black furred werewolf/panther/feline hybrid, grinning as his feline member stands proudly and throbbing; eager to fill the sopping wet cunt of either female in front of him.
“The way I see it,” Eric slowly approaching; “Since Spencer won the bet earlier and got me first in the day room, I think its Frieda’s turn with me.”
“Yes,” Frieda growling while licking her lips seductively; “fill me up love.”
Eric grins as he watches Spencer get behind Frieda; taking her paws and fondling her furry breasts; Frieda just moans and purrs as Eric joins in on the fondling.
“Oh my nipples swell with delight,” Frieda coos.
Spencer grinning as she cups one of Frieda’s breasts and angles it encouraging Eric to suckle on the awaiting mammary. Eric smiling, he teases and toys with the engorged nipple and exposed aureola before enveloping it with his muzzle and sucking deeply.
“Ooooooh,” Frieda moans; “don’t stop… that feels so good."
Eric guiding Frieda to her bed and gently lying her down as he continues to suck on Frieda’s breast. Spencer wanting to help bring Frieda to a new level of orgasm; places her muzzle on the other breast and sucks it as well.
“Oh god,” Frieda moans; “I think I’m going to burst and you haven’t even penetrated me!”
“I think Frieda is begging for it now Eric,” Spencer grinning; “come on Frieda, plead for Eric’s cock. Beg for it.”
“Please,” Frieda moaning; “fuck me, claim me.”
Eric makes a low growl in pleasure and he stops suckling Frieda’s breast and places his were-panther nose at her swollen entrance. Inhaling the intoxicating aroma of Frieda’s arousal; Eric positions himself on top of Frieda after helping her further onto the bed and gleefully spreading her legs. The tip of his member just touching Frieda’s clitoris as he rubs his precum all over it.
“You want Frieda,” Eric grins; "do you desire to have me in you?"
“Yes,” She growls; “penetrate me.”
“Do it,” Spencer playing with the dildo Frieda keeps hidden in her dresser; “make love to her.”
Smiling, Eric thrusts his shaft into Frieda; causing her to arch her back and yowl as she feels the first orgasm roll over her. Smiling, Frieda moans and Eric starts his thrusting; the barbs on his member digging into her canal causing Frieda to wince as the pleasure rolls and roils over her. Feeling Eric picking up in speed, she instinctively wraps her legs around Eric; determined to keep the virile male in her throughout the entire session.
“Oh,” Spencer watching as she plunges the dildo into her sex in rhythmic sync to Eric’s thrusting; “I can feel all of our climaxes coming.
“Oh god it feels big,” Frieda panting; “don’t stop Eric, for the love almighty don’t stop!”
Thrusting and pounding as fast as he can; Eric feels the usual pressure building at his balls and working its way to his shaft. But he also feels the sensation that both Spencer and Frieda are feeling; their own orgasms forming. Sensing the moment; Eric makes one final thrust into Frieda and explodes his seed into her. The feeling of his orgasm as well as Frieda’s and Spencer’s put him straight over the edge as he yowls with delight. Both Spencer and Frieda yowl loudly as well in unison to Eric as they feel the combined orgasms rocket through each of them.
Their tails thrashing in wild passionate delight; Spencer manages to summon the strength to spoon Eric as he and Frieda roll on their side. With him still firmly in her snatch, spurting his seed into her hungry womb; Frieda just purrs as she closes her eyes and enjoys the ultimate moment of bliss the three just shared.
“Oh god,” Eric purring; “that was awesome. I never knew your orgasms could be that intense."
“Yours’s was a real treat to experience,” Spencer mumbling; “you may not have been in me, but it felt like you were and that I was you inside Frieda.”
“Could this be the result of our bond becoming stronger,” Frieda purring; “will sex always be like this?”
“I,” Eric embracing Frieda even more while yawning; “for one want to experience that again.”
“Same her,” Spencer managing to wrap her paws around Eric and place them in his pelvic region; “but now I feel so sleepy.”
“I guess a triple orgasm can be pretty draining,” Frieda staring to nod off; “I hope my parents don’t freak out over our joyous noises.”
******
Both Benton and Amanda stop talking as they listen to large cacophonous yowling going on upstairs. Finding out Lance and Lila will not be making it over to meet Anton and Esmeralda; and that the were-alert has finally been lifted with the capture of Julie Stovall. Benton and Amanda where talking about mundane things; trying to build up to the elephant in the room, Benton’s bipolar disorder when all stop and listened in on Eric, Spencer and Frieda’s obvious climaxing.
“Was it just me,” Benton looking shocked; “or was that three distinct yowls I just heard?”
“It wasn’t you,” Anton chucking; “I heard three as well.”
“That Eric Anderson,” Esmerelda smiling; “sure knows how to please both at the same time.”
“Benton,” Amanda looking concerned; “please check up on them.”
“And walk in on them going at it again,” Benton blanching; “thanks but no thanks. You do it.”
“Alright I will,” Amanda getting up in huff; “but when I get back, we start talking about my husband’s medical issue.”
Amanda in her were-panthress fursona, storms upstairs towards Frieda’s bedroom. Before opeing the door she places and ear to it, to find out of the three are still rutting. Not hearing any noises; Amanda quietly opens the door to see a sight that both shocks and surprises her.
On Frieda’s bed is her daughter in her grey furred with russet highlights were-panthress fursona being embraced by Eric; he in his white were-panther fursona. Hugging Eric was Spencer in her black furred werewolf/panther/feline hybrid fursona; each smiling and purring loudly as they slept. Unable to resist; Amanda lets loose a small smile as she sees her daughter clearly content and happy; Silently closing the door and heading back to the dining room, Amanda quickly hides her smile with a scowl as she sits back down next to her husband.