Between the late hours of Sunday evening and Monday morning, heavy rutting was going on in the Twist’s basement. Frances and Samantha enjoying each other’s company along with William and Martha Anderson, plus a were-cheetah friend of theirs by the name of Greta. While Frances and Samantha were having fun; fun as two lesbian were-cats can with each other, the Anderson’s were having a pawful with Greta. The were-foxes enjoying a three way with her; being schooled in the art of pleasuring each other to not only enhance but to extend the moment of carnal bliss.
While the Anderson’s have been happily married for more than twenty years; becoming were-foxes after moving to Moon Lake, made them not bother to explore each other during sex. The carnal act of rutting like animals, climaxing at the same time; it seemed more than enough for Martha and William. Yet Greta showed them that foreplay, and finding each other’s erogenous zones could be just as fun. Such was the case in the Twist Basement.
Martha gasped and sighed as William was running his paws up and down her furry body; enjoying the touching as she murmured in delight. Her body alight with pleasure, as William touches one of her sensitive spots; just under the rib cage, causing Martha to swoon.
“You like that don’t you,” William growling.
“Move on to the next spot William,” Greta admonishing; “linger, but do not tarry.”
William couldn’t help but growl as Greta tugged at his bushy tail; reminding him that he was not alone in pleasuring Martha, or being pleasured himself. Running his paws down to Martha’s pelvic region, following her curves to her fur matted sex; William gets a loud yip from Martha as he pinches her clitoris.
“That’s it,” Greta behind William; cupping his balls and massaging them; “while all women are different. One thing remains the same; our clitorises are a tiny ball of nerves begging to be stimulated.”
“Stick your rod in me,” Martha panting; “I want to feel your cooling cream flow in me.”
Slowly,” Greta whispers; her paws still cupping William’s balls; “savor each moment as you penetrate your mate.”
“Yeah yeah,” William growling; “give her a chance to feel full before you start probing.”
“Don’t sass me,” Greta growling; squeezing William’s balls, causing him to yelp. “There is a fine line between pleasure and pain; forceful entry when your mate isn’t expecting it can be a turn off. Just like me squeezing you where it counts.”
“Don’t hurt William,” Frances speaking; both she and Samantha taking a break from their love making; “this isn’t an S&M client you are dealing with.”
Greta lets go of squeezing William’s balls, just as he starts his thrusting in and out of Martha. Watching her gasp and yip with each of his thrusting; taking care to rub his glans slowly pass the rough patch in Martha’s vaginal canal. A sensitive spot he discovered with Greta’s couching; Martha grits her teeth as her body explodes with orgasmic joy every time she feels stimulation there.
“Remember,” Greta letting go of William and joining Frances and Samantha; “that spot for Martha is her G-spot. If you stimulate it while having sex before she takes her were-birth control pill…”
“Kits,” Martha gasps; William gliding past that spot again as he pulls out and thrusts back in.
“Good thing you took that pill earlier,” William grunting; “Our sons have yet to leave the nest.”
Martha doesn’t respond; she just revels in the pleasure William is giving her. His thrusting as he continues to bury his vulpine cock into her deeper; gasping as her vaginal lips close over on his knot, making his thrusting more frenzied as he starts to pant. His tongue lolling out of his maw as he feels his climax rushing through him; pressure building up the base of his shaft and rocketing up. Yipping as he explodes in orgasmic joy; his seed billowing out and being eagerly drank up into Martha’s womb.
For Martha; feeling William’s release was a familiar sensation, yet new as well. All the pleasuring she received earlier, priming her body for this moment; it was like an entire fireworks setup going off all at once for her. Martha’s eyes glazed over as her body arches up; muscles convulsing and body trembling as she screams out in joy before collapsing and going limp on the floor. Reveling in the indescribable feeling she is currently experiencing.
“Now,” Greta looking at the two horny were-felines; “let’s see what you remembered from the last time we were together."
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William was in a daze as he rested; sitting up and using the washing machine as support. A bag of frozen peas over his furry balls and sheath as he cools his loins from the massive rutting he was giving and getting. Both Greta and Martha being insatiable thanks to William taking what he was taught to heart in pleasuring a female. Smiling as he struggles to keep his eyes open; watching as Frances, Samantha, Greta and Martha engage in a wild four way. The mass of furry female flesh writhing on the ground; paws grasping the sensitive areas as tails thrash and flail about wildly. Their animalistic sounds filling the basement with verbal pleasure just as quickly as their pheromones. William smelling the aroused scents of four were’s is the only thing currently keeping him conscious. Growling as he watches the four grind, tickle and tease each other’s sex; each female trying to outlast the other as use every part of their bodies to engage and stimulate each other.
Frances has her muzzle buried deep in Martha’s snatch; Samantha fingering Frances, while Greta was sucking Samantha’s breasts. Martha being the one finding Greta’s toys enjoyable, was using the large horse dildo to fill the were-cheetah’s sex; pushing it in as far as it can go before pulling it out. Repeating the process as she flipped a switch, making the device vibrate and causing the were-cheetah to yowl in joy.
The unusual daisy chain, that William was witnessing was about to hit its crescendo. Greta was the first to shudder; her body betraying her as she bit down on one of Samantha’s nipples, as she felt her orgasm hit her. Samantha pants as she feels her fluids gush from her nethers; soaking her furry thighs as she mewls in delight. Flexing her retractable claws inside Frances’s snatch, causing the were-cat to yowl in both pleasure and pain. Martha growls as she as the last to orgasm from the female sex-fest; feeling Frances nip at her vaginal folds as she pulled her tongue out at the cusp of orgasm. Martha spraying Frances with her honey; feeling the orgasmic bliss that came from a feminine touch.
“I think,” Greta panting as she still feels the dlido lodged in her vibrating vigorously; “we should rest for a bit.”
“Oh god,” Samantha sighing; “I haven’t had a session like that in a long time.”
“You certainly know how to make a girl feel happy,” Frances licking Martha’s honey off her muzzle; “I’m feeling spent.”
“Me too,” Martha cooing; “and I suspect my husband is completely exhausted as well.”
“I could go another round,” William slurring his words as he tries to get up; managing to crawl to his wife and embracing her from behind. “But perhaps a short snooze first.”
With that, Samantha felt herself being sandwiched by both Frances and Greta; being hugged by both feline were’s as she started to nod off, she couldn’t help but smile.
‘Best night we’ve had in a long time,’ was the last thing Samantha thought as she fell asleep from the frenzied love making.