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MotherOfThePride77: u here?
ThickheadedButSweet: Yeah. Parked up street like you said.
MotherOfThePride77: doors open cum in
Those last four words, sent over the dating app, somehow made what you were about to do seem like the most scandalous thing you've ever done in your life. More scandalous than the occasional one night stand you'd met at a bar for certain. It was the almost clinical tone to the text that did it. A mating dance stripped to its bare essentials. 'I'm ready, let's fuck.'
Heading past the perfectly manicured lawns of the neighborhood towards your rendezvous your mind wanders to the moment that has led up to this, a risky lunchtime encounter with a married woman. And it all happened because you'd clicked one of those dumb 'lonely furry MILFs want sex!' pop-ups during a porn binge. You weren't proud of it but the lockdowns had limited your usual hang outs - not just sex but connections, live music, drinks with friends. So you'd signed up on the buggy site and found yourself in a wild new world.
Once you waded through the usual pitfalls - scam attempts, defunct profiles that sucked up your daily supply of free messages, solicitations - you found it all rather mundane. Yeah there were actual women on the site but on top of the gender disparity there was the matter of tastes. Human women in your vicinity seemed interested in literal stallions and while you weren't worried about your dick size there was no way you measured up to actual horse cock. On the other end of the spectrum the beastbloods were either interested in dating within their genus or tired of being seen as exotic.
The poor vixens seemed to have it the worst in that regard.
But the great equalizer that is the internet led to you actually messaging some of them. And the fact that you treated the experience more as the electronic equivalent of striking up a conversation rather than an excuse to send dickpics led to some responses. Some impolite but most of them at least willing to kill some time while what they were actually looking for showed up. It helped that you actually asked questions about what they had on their profiles instead of just going "nice tits".
Take 'grazers need not apply', which you saw on multiple accounts. A lioness by the handle of MotherOfThePride77 had finally explained it to you over text: most predator species weren't interested in prey even if they no longer saw them as a food source. Some of that was speciesism but as the older woman put it most of it was down to character. She wasn't interested in them for the same reason she blocked most younger men of any species: the sort that tended to use these sites assumed dick size and semen volume could substitute for a personality.
ThickheadedButSweet: Please let me apologize on behalf of my gender.
MotherOfThePride77: lol! You're forgiven. It's just tough to meet real people
MotherOfThePride77: It's you humans that find it so easy to make friends with everything :)
The two of you texted back and forth for several days, casual conversations taking a more flirtatious tone. A few shirtless pics from you, a handful of salacious but still technically clothed pics from her, but while you showed your face she kept hers hidden. The reason for that was understandable. She was married, you were not. She had two kids who were off limits for discussion and while you had none of your own you respected her hardline. And while she was unhappy at home she wasn't sure she'd ever actually take the leap to leaving her husband let alone cheating on him. When she stopped responding you assumed she had developed cold feet.
And then a week ago, just as you were about to give up the whole experiment and let your membership expire, she had reached back out. But the messages now were more sexually charged, more blatant when before they had been more circumspect. Not that you [minded] the sudden attention. But as you reminded her you certainly weren't going to pressure her into doing something she wasn't interested in. Then she called your bluff.
MotherOfThePride77: so u wont send a dirty pic even if i ask u 2?
The pic you'd sent, and the video she'd sent back after a day of radio silence sealed the deal. And now, as you walked past the matured trees that lined the walkway to the house's unlocked door, you were all ready to call [her] bluff.
Turning the handle you let yourself in while rapping your knuckles against the wood before shutting it behind you. No reason to linger and let the neighbors notice. A quick glance of the entryway reveals a well-appointed hallway, full of carefully placed photos and art. It was in perfect keeping with the rest of the well-off neighborhood. "Hey! I'm here, M—" You pause awkwardly, realizing that she never actually gave you her real name.
"Took you long enough." The voice, full of both disdain and vocal fry, catches you by surprise. Rounding the corner comes a sullen teen lioness, her hands jammed in the pockets of a hoodie and her lips in a frown. The only thing she's lacking to complete the full moody teenager package is a mouthful of bubblegum to smack. "You get lost walking up the street or something?"
">er< Thi–" you start to stammer before she scoffs and rolls her eyes so violently they almost fall out of her head.
"You really are living up to your username aren't you?" Snorting in disapproval she leans her shoulder against the wall. "Mom's not here, bee tee dubs. She's stuck rounding all afternoon and night at the hospital. Baby bro's got some nerd shit he's doing at a friend's. And Dad…" here she trails off, her expression sad and vulnerable for a moment before the sullen mask returns.
"Dad's not in the picture anymore. Would you believe I took him at his word when he said Mom cheated first?" Her ears lay back angrily at the memory of the deception. "It's why I got on Mom's account in the first place, to find proof."
"Wait, you got on her account?" Part of you felt the best thing to do was to fling the door open and run. But you were entranced by the family drama you'd stumbled into.
"Well [duh]!" An irritated snort escapes her lips. "Mom's a good doctor but [lousy] at computer literacy. I'm way better at hiding my porn than she is. She forgot to log off and clear her cache one night."
"I'm just surprised that a kid—" You're cut off as the girl lets out a rumbling snarl and stalks forward, jabbing you in the chest with a finger. Despite being a head shorter than you she's able to push you back against the door with ease.
"[Don't] call me a kid! [God], everyone thinks that about me and it's fucking annoying. I start college in the fall and both my parents still treat me the same as my brother!"
"Okay…" you manage, eyes fixed on the claw currently poking at your shirt. The fact that it had pink nail polish didn't change how sharp it was. "Then what should I call you? And [why] did you invite me?"
"R-riley," the teen manages, fumbling a bit after her outburst. This close you can see the green eyeshadow she'd applied to accentuate her teal eyes. Struggling to get her claw free without tearing fabric she stammers further while radiating both embarrassment and nervousness. "I-I, at first I just wanted to check to see what Mom was doing. She talked lots on there b-but didn't do anything. You were the last to check."
"And you thought inviting a stranger over was the best way to do that?" These brief glimpses of the uncertain young woman hiding behind Riley's scorn-filled act are all that are keeping you from fleeing by this point.
"Oh fuck right off with that shit!" The angry mask slams back into place as she yanks her hand away, leaving a hole in your shirt. "Been in martial arts since I was a kid. I think I can take on a monkey, no matter how muscular his chest is.
"Besides," Riley says, with a sudden sultry edge as her hand suddenly moves to your crotch, awkwardly fondling as she leans in close. "It wasn't Mom that you spent the last week flirting with, using those charms of yours to get her all worked up."
"Y-you've got a point…" Once you're certain your balls aren't about to be squeezed off you relax against the door. Alright, this is a [new] reason to stay around. "You worked your charms on me too, you know."
"I know, I can feel the proof in my hand! Even if I had to copy and paste some of Mom's flirting..." Here she grimaces at the blow to both her ego and her previously assumed experience in sexual matters. "And it wasn't Mom that sent you those videos…"
"I [liked] those videos…" The smartest thing you could do at this point is flee from the aroused nubile teen fondling you. You instead go with the [funnest] thing, grinding your bulge against her palm.
"No joke! That aftermath shot you sent back…" A smirk replaces the frown as the young woman tries her best to be confident. Her eyes are beginning to dilate while she rubs. "Thank god Mom never showed her face! Meant I could keep mine hidden while I fingered my pussy."
"Y-you did more than just finger it." Riley swipes your hand away when you reach out to touch her.
"That damn site got me worked up while I was looking around," she mumbles while backing away. "Don't know how Mom controlled herself. Or how you managed to photoshop your cock like you did. But it was what pushed me over the edge."
"How did I do what?" Confused but too aroused to press it further, you watch as Riley slowly unzips her hoody, revealing a little black dress you've seen before. The last time it had been on video, the hem pushed up well past her hips with a dildo buried in her snatch.
Riley struggles to keep a tremor out of her voice as she follows the script in her head. "We doing this or not?"
"Depends." Riley's ears flick back and the tuft on the end of her tail puffs out when you startle her by moving forward. Holding your hands up to calm her, you grin before continuing. "Am I going to get clawed whenever I try to touch you?"
"N-no," she stammers, putting a lie to her earlier bravado. This close you can see the tremble she's trying to hide in her lithe shoulders. "Y-you meant what you said, r-right? To my Mom I mean? That she's – I mean, [I'm] in charge? And you'll stop if told?"
"I'm pretty sure a blackbelt like you can take a monkey like me." Your voice softens. "I can just leav—"
Riley cuts you off by grabbing your shirt with both hands and tugging you down for an awkward mouth to muzzle kiss. Whatever concerns the two of you might have started with are gone out the window at that point as the agile lioness jumps on you, arms around your neck and legs wrapped around your hips. Her compact size belies her athletic muscles as she nuzzles your neck with a happy >chuff<.
The journey towards a bedroom is a frantic affair, with you colliding with several bits of furniture as she directs you down a hallway between groping you. With your hands full of tight feline ass and a bulge that's yearning to be free it takes you a moment to realize that you're in—
"I-it's [her] bedroom," Riley manages as she pants, untwining herself from you long enough to push you down on her mother's bed. One of her shoulder straps has slipped down, giving her easy access to tease a pert breast. Her words come out in an anxious jumble, her mouth hurrying to get them all out before her brain catches up. "Mines a m-mess and the bed's too small and I want her to [know] what I did a-and I fucked myself silly fantasizing about all of this!
"N-now get those pants off before I shred them off!" The teen is positively vibrating with excitement as you comply, a hand between her legs as you unbuckle and push your slacks down. "T-time to see what yo-HOLY SHIT!"
Craning your head up to see past your erection you're treated to the sight of Riley holding her hands to her mouth in shock, eyes wide and tail standing out straight. She's stammering in confusion which only gets worse when you tense up and cause your cock to twitch on its own.
"There a problem?" you manage, unable to keep the grin off your face. You're not [that] well endowed. So while you can't fathom how you're getting this reaction it sure is helping your ego.
"You're [huge]! I thought, I mean, the picture…" Kneeling between your legs Riley gives the swollen shaft an experimental poke. The pad on the end of her finger feels strange but not unpleasant as she runs it along the barrel of your cock. "I thought it was all camera tricks on your end and fake extensions in porn and, and… it's smooth!
"Like, your profile just had 'average' on it! [This] is not average for a feline!" Taking you carefully in her hand she gives an experimental stroke, eyes focused as she inexpertly tugs. Leaning back to enjoy the attention as she palms your balls you almost miss what she mutters to herself.
"W-what was that?" The question interrupts her from sniffing the base of your cock, the green eyeshadow heightening the look of shock in her eyes.
"I, >um< I was wondering if the condoms I g-got would fit." You follow her gaze, trying to split your attention between the young woman inexpertly stroking your shaft and the box sitting on her mother's bedside table. 'Barb-Ez: Extra Thick For Her Pleasure!' read the text hovering over a cartoon tiger giving a thumbs up. 'They Feel Grrrreat!'
You are not won over by the marketing.
"I don't even know how these go on without a baculum to help guide it!" Riley's frustration is mounting as she accidentally knocks the box over. "Fucking felidae-only prep school health classes!"
"Hey… hey," you manage, the vulnerability of the young woman banishing thoughts of a fast romp from your mind. It doesn't help that the mood is killed, leading to your proud erection to collapse under its own weight. "Here, let's trade places."
"S-sorry, sorry… I had this all worked out in my head," she sobs after sitting down. "Something [more] than just fumbling under the bleache–what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Glancing up from between Riley's legs you stop pushing up the hem of her dress. "Want me to stop?"
"N-no! Just—" She makes a complicated series of gestures that you don't quite understand before covering her face in embarrassment. "Never had someone face to, you know, pussy before! The closest I've got is a fingerbang and—"
"Let me guess? Dry fingers to start with?" The nod she gives while keeping her face covered speaks volumes. Slipping her panties down she kicks one leg free while you're kissing her inner thighs.
"H-had to finish, finish mysel–>OH!<" Riley's whole body tenses when your lips brush past her dewy folds and within moments her knees are resting on your shoulders, tail lazily twitching on the bed. Risking a glance away you can see that she's hunched up slightly, teal eyes wide with delight as she begins to toy with her exposed nipple. "I, >ah<, wow! S-shit! I n-never thought, your tongue—"
It doesn't take long until her stammered words give way to soft moans and needy mewls. You're taking your time, helping her relax, stoking her inner fire. With your face buried in her thighs you go off sound more than sight; breathy sighs, the hitch to her breath, panting pleas for "more!" Her juices are slick on your chin, smeared on the short fur of her thighs. Pausing to give your jaw a break you're treated to her gazing through slitted eyes, mouth agape while she paws instinctively at the air. You let your fingers do the work as you catch your breath and her hips shudder, gyrating in the air over the damp spot she's left on the bed. With a final wet plunge deep inside Riley's whole body quivers as her head lolls back to let out a >yawl<.
Licking your fingers clean you rise to your feet in triumph as the nubile teen comes to her senses. Panting for breath she fixes you with a heavily-lidded stare that makes your cock twitch. Beckoning you with a finger Riley slips further up the bed. "I kn-know you humans like missionary… come fill me!"
"Asking for it raw?" You eagerly climb on the bed, her legs wide around your hips as you fix your lover with an expression of pure, wanton [need]. Riley nods quickly and excitedly while you tease her damp folds with the head of your cock.
"Y-you can't carry FPV and the hormonal blockers'll keep me s-safe and I need for you to fucking stop teasing me with your dick and put it in already!" It all tumbles out of her mouth in a frantic torrent, turning into a hiss of pleasure as you sink inch by inch into the tightest pussy you have ever had the fortune to fuck.
">unf<," Riley grunts as you bury yourself to the root, heavy balls slapping against her tight ass. Her expression is a mixture of delight and discomfort which turns into disappointment as you slow down. "W-why'd you s-stop?"
"I don't want to hurt you." The words come freely as you stick to sliding your swollen head and the first few inches into her greedy snatch. You have to brace yourself over her to keep your movements in control.
"It's s-supposed to hurt! A b-bit." She looks uncertain as she gazes up at you, bottom lip caught in her teeth. "... isn't it?"
"This a feline thing?" The question is asked as you slide deeper and deeper, watching her face take on a dreamy quality before you again bottom out and she grimaces. "I don't think—"
"They don't have this problem in… porn…" she trails off as realization dawns. Then her face is a mask of embarrassment until you gently take her hands.
"Roll over, alright? We'll try something different." Doing as you requested Riley ends up with her ass in the air, on her hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder at you the eagerness returns to her eyes while you line up.
[This] time you make sure to take it slow, one hand holding a slender hip while the other rests on the small of her back. The teen quickly realizes the perks of this position as she clenches and unclenches her thighs, controlling how deep you can penetrate. As the rhythm picks up it turns more into a carnal dance, the two of you giving cues to the other to take. An errant touch to the base of her tail earns you a happy sound from her so you scratch gently in time with your thrusts. Between gasps, flexible as only a feline can be, Riley twists to look over her shoulder to ask how she's doing. Your delighted response and eager grin is all it takes to push her over the edge again.
Your climax comes after she's pushed you to the floor, thighs tensing as she slams down and opens herself for the flood that fills her. Cum drips out of her to the carpet when she pulls herself free. Dreamily you gaze at your lover, feeling utter contentment.
Which is shattered as Riley drapes herself back over you, grinding against your half-erect cock. When she speaks it's a command. "[More]."
She does indeed get more. More than you thought possible, her constant eagerness coaxing more cum from you, more positions to try. While you recover between bouts she's all but rolling on the ground, rubbing at her hungry pussy, smearing your cream on her fingers and in her fur. And when you're utterly spent the two of you end up on the bed, using her toy to give her one final screaming orgasm. It ends with a tired embrace, Riley nuzzling your chest and murmuring happily. It's something you could easily get used to.
Rolling over to get some much needed water you're given the shock of your life when [someone] clears their throat at the bedroom door.
"Really? In [my] bed? After a day of rounding?" The speaker is an exhausted looking lioness that could easily be mistaken for Riley's doppelganger. There are bags under her eyes and a to-go cup of coffee in her hand.
"M-mom!" The young woman has the sheets pulled up to her neck to preserve her dignity. You, meanwhile, have to make do with your hands and an embarrassed grin. "This isn't—"
"I [read] the messages, young lady." Riley's mother sounds too tired to fight. "Finally logged in again during a lull and [apparently] I scheduled a fling without knowing. We're going to have a [talk] in the morning. Meanwhile [you]," she growls while pointing a finger. "Are going to get dressed and leave.
"And," she adds as Riley puts her arms protectively around you, the teen quaking with fear. "Are going to come by later for breakfast so the three of us can talk about lying, sharing, and respecting boundaries."
"Wait, what?" Confusion has replaced the fear in Riley's voice. You're too busy hunting for your clothes to interject.
"Don't 'what' me, young lady. Now change my sheets so I can get some sleep." Here she slaps your ass while you struggle with your pants. "See you in the morning, lover boy."