{AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay folks, since he posted it while I was creating this installment, please don't forget to read Z. Flux's "Watch the trees!" for Ben's actual meeting with Kenya!—tmw2015}
As Ben left to give his moms and their date Martha Anderson some time alone, Samantha noticed Frances start to massage her temples again.
"Really rough day, huh?" asked Samantha, out of genuine concern for her wife.
"Stressful more than anything else," replied Frances. "Making sure Jennifer Harper was completed, with no immediate or life threatening after effects, although I do have an appointment to see her tomorrow morning to judge her mental state and how much therapy she might need. Then this new stunt Yvette Smith might be trying to pull..." By mutual agreement during their last phone conversation, the Twists would not discuss Frances' meeting with the Mayor about Eric and Julie until they could talk about it privately first.
"What's that bitch up to now?" asked Martha, not bothering to hide her hatred for the rogue were-vixen.
"Technically, I shouldn't say, so you both have to swear that none of this ever leaves this room. Smith is claiming that since completing Harper, she feels much better, because her desires have switched from lusting after men to transform into full fledged lesbianism."
"Not that I will ever believe a word she ever says, but is that even possible?" asked Samantha.
"I have no idea," admitted Frances. "Personally, I think it's some kind of con, although I have no idea what her endgame might be; but medically I'm honor bound to look into it."
"Well, tell you what. Why don't you go sit down on the couch and try to relax a bit while Martha and I clean up from dinner," suggested Samantha.
"You don't mind?" Frances asked Martha.
"No honey," replied the other woman, before kissing Frances on the cheek.
While Frances took Samantha up on her wife's suggestion, the women cleaned up the dinner table. After taking care of the dishes by giving them a quick scrape and rinse before putting them in the dishwasher, Samantha and Martha quickly whispered their ideas and formed a plan. Martha would have to be home in the morning in time to at least see everyone off to their respective schools; but that didn't mean they couldn't have plenty of pleasure before then.
With that, after washing their hands, the ladies went back out into the living room.
There, Samantha sat on her wife's left while Martha sat on Frances' right. At first, Frances thought nothing about sitting between her wife, their friend, and her lovers; enjoying the quiet solitude of togetherness. She missed the moment when Samantha and Martha turned to look at each other and exchanged sly smiles, but when each woman started nuzzling Frances' neck and began licking her ear lobes (a very sensitive spot for the red head), she knew something was up besides her rapidly hardening nipples.
"What are you two up to?" asked Frances, more out of casual curiosity than any degree of concern.
"hush" whispered Martha into her lover's ear, as her left hand reached around to massage Frances' left shoulder as the fingertips of Mrs. Anderson's right hand began casually running up and down Frances' right arm.
"We've decided that tonight is yours. Enjoy honey," whispered Samantha into her wife's left ear, as her right arm reached behind Frances to begin massaging her right shoulder, while the left began casually caressing Frances' left arm.
Frances closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, allowing herself to get lost in the moment.
Meanwhile, the straying hands went as far down as Frances' knees, before slowly working their way back up her body, although no truly sexual areas had been touched.
Yet.
Frances couldn't say, and didn't care, how long it was before her lovers shifted position and together, worked to remove her jacket and blouse top. Together, Samantha and Martha began exploring every new inch of exposed bare skin; raising goosebumps wherever their hands or lips touched Frances.
It felt like sheer heaven when her bra was finally removed, and Frances felt two pairs of hands and mouths making sweet love to her breasts.
The sensation of a wet and talented tongue running over and licking each tender bit of flesh before orally worshiping her nipples simultaneously made Frances moan in pleasure.
Martha requested Frances to keep her eyes closed as she heard the ladies rise from the couch. She heard the coffee table being pushed out of the way, before her lovers removed her shoes and hosiery. The teasing around her nether regions as they started to pull her stockings down almost pushed Frances over the edge of orgasmic bliss. It was when she felt her feet being massaged that Frances let out a low, long moan of pure pleasure that soon turned into a contented purr.
When Frances had to briefly raise her butt again to allow her skirt and now rather wet panties to be removed, she opened her eyes and looked down.
She was unaware of exactly when it happened, but her lovers were now both nude and in their full, furry werecat forms, as they started kissing the tops of her feet and slowly began working their way back up her legs.
"oooohhhh..." Frances moaned pleasurably, as they paused after passing her knees to spread her legs wide open. Then, with Martha on the right and Samantha on the left once more, both women started working their way up Frances' inner thighs towards the ultimate destination.
"...yes..." purred Frances, as she felt their lips and tongues draw closer to her vagina.
She smelled the heavy scent of three very aroused werecats, and looked down to see Martha and Samantha were using their long, feline tails to pleasure each other's pussies from behind.
As a talented tongue started licking either side of her moist cunt, Frances began cupping and massaging her own breasts, even as she allowed her inner werecat to come out and join the erotic party.
Martha and Samantha saw and felt the silky touch of Frances' red/auburn fur spread across her legs, caressing their respective bodies in the process. Each woman's nipples grew harder as they brushed against their lover's pelt, even as they continued driving their tongues deeper into Frances' wetness, trying to obtain all the exotic cream they could.
Although it came as easily as breathing to her, Frances thrilled in every moment of her latest transformation, as her ears shifted their position and her face altered to allow the distinctive features of her feline muzzle.
Each whisker that sprouted around her nose felt as great as the fingers that were now accompanying the tongues within her cunt.
Her tail completed its arrival with an orgasm from below, before Frances moved it around to start caressing the top of each lover's head, teasing the tips of their ears, because that was about all she could actually reach in her present position.
The free hand of each woman reached up and helped Frances play with her breasts as they continued lapping up her cream. Frances bent her head down and kissed and licked every paw tip she could on her tits that was not one of her own.
But when Frances Twist suddenly felt two luscious tongues licking her already over stimulated clit simultaneously, THAT was when she arched her body toward Samantha and Martha and shuddered in pure orgasmic bliss!
After Frances finally caught her breath and looked down again, she smiled at the sight before her.
Each woman was resting their chin on her knees, while one hand caressed one of her legs and the other was tenderly touching what it could reach of Frances' upper body.
Frances put a paw on top of each lady's furry head and began teasing the tips of their ears.
"That was wonderful. Now I think we should retire to the bedroom, where we can have a lot more room to enjoy plenty of pleasurable activities," suggested Frances, taking a quick glance at the living room wall clock and noticing it wasn't even 7:30 yet.
Martha Anderson and Samantha Twist purred in agreement, before each woman stood, stretching and showing off their curvy furred bodies to their mutual lover.
Then the three werecats walked paw in paw in paw to the bedroom to continue their fun.
MEANWHILE...