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This story was written for Day #25 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Cuckolding, and the story was written for Liquid. This story contains M/F sex and hyper-orgasmic fun between multiple consenting adults. :3

There Goes the Neighbourhood

"Honey, I'm just gonna pop out to the store. We need a few things for dinner tonight, okay?"

Mark glanced away from the TV for just a moment, tearing his attention away from the football as he considered his wife's words. He frowned, but as he glanced back at the TV the wolf realised how much effort it would take to have a proper conversation about his worries. If Rama wanted to talk about it in detail, it could cost him the majority of the game. He rolled his eyes, took a swig from his beer, and turned back to the screen as he called out only briefly over his shoulder.

"Okay. Be careful though. You know what the neighbourhood has been like lately."

He heard his wife giggle alongside the jingling of her keys in the hallway. He glanced around once more, just long enough to see the snow leopard's lush tail sweep past the living room door on its way towards the front entrance of the house, then looked back at the TV once more. The door opened. It closed once again, and he sank back contentedly into his chair.

Outside, Rama blushed as she padded over towards her car. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Couldn't believe she was tempting fate in this way. But at the same time, how could she not? She'd heard stories from her neighbours. From friends and even her own sister who lived just a block away. The snow leopard loved her husband, truly she did. But, the fact that he'd been so caught up in his TV that he'd just let her walk out like that, knowing full well what had been happening to neighbourhood ladies as of late but not trying to talk her out of it nor indeed to offer to accompany her, that was why she couldn't help but try this. Her long tail swept out behind her, twitching in excitement as a cool autumn breeze whipped around her, around her t-shirt and jacket clad upper body and her utterly naked, bottomless lower half. She was almost at the car now. Almost there, and still nothing. God, what if it didn't work? What if she got to her car, opened the door and got inside and nothing happened? What if he didn't come for her? What if she wasn't good enough, beautiful enough for him? What if...

"Hello."

A voice, low, rumbling and laced with heavy purrs reached Rama's ears, and her loins turned to molten fire as she turned her head towards the pathway between the edge of her front yard and the street itself beyond. There, leaning over the white picket fence of the yard itself with his arms folded and a playful smile upon his face, was a cheetah.

The cheetah. The one about whom all the stories and rumours flooding the neighbourhood in recent days and weeks were told. The one who was stealing away girlfriends and wives from men of all sorts, and returning them hours or sometimes even days later, blushing, giggling and with bellies bulging from the sheer excesses of cum that had been pumped into them during their absence.

Rama slipped her keys back into her jacket pocket, turned away from her car and her house, and padded down the driveway as she felt moisture gathering and beginning to trickle down the insides of her thighs. The cheetah moved to meet her at the edge of the fence, and as he passed by its last few wooden slats, the snow leopard moaned desperately as she saw that like herself, he too was naked from the waist down. Naked, and rock hard. Her head span. His cock was huge. Barbed, dripping, and with an equally enormous set of balls swaying pendulously beneath it. Yet as he looked at her and spoke to her once again, the feline male's voice was as calm and casual as any she had ever heard.

"My name's Jasiri, and you... you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met."

Rama blushed, trying not to react too obviously to such a simple and cheesy line even though it made her already wet pussy ache with wild hunger.

"I... I bet you say that to all the ladies."

Jasiri chuckled softly.

"Only the ones that for whom it's true. I am lucky, though. I've met a lot of beautiful women. And now... now I'm here. Meeting you."

Inside the house, Mark sat before the TV with the volume cranked all the way up now that Rama was out of the house. With the whooping of the crowd and the commentary ringing out from the surround sound system, it was almost like he was actually at the game. His eyes were glued to the screen as he finished one beer, crushed the can between his hands and started on another. He paid no attention to the large front window of the living room that peered out over the garden and the street beyond. He definitely didn't even think of wandering over towards the window to peer around and see whether his wife's car was gone. And of course, he didn't hear her screams. Her mewling shrieks as she was pinned up against the side of the car by Jasiri.

"Fuck me!"

Her toes splayed out as her legs kicked and trembled in the air, Jasiri's hands cupping her ass and holding her off the ground as he pinned her against the car, staring hungrily into her eyes while his cock pressed deep, deep inside of her beneath the open autumn sky.

"Fuck me! Harder! Harder!"

Rama screamed and thrashed as the car against which she was resting rocked from side to side with the force of Jasiri's thrusts, his barbed cock plucking and teasing at her insides in a way her lupine husband's knotted member never could, making her shriek, scream, making her cum like she hadn't in the years of her marriage or with any of the men she'd known before her husband.

"Cum in me, Jas! B-breed me!"

She begged at the top of her lungs, roaring with pride as she saw other doors opening around the neighbourhood, people looking out through windows, men growling with wide, shocked, embarrassed frustration as they held back their whimpering, blushing, giggling partners who seemed more excited and enthralled by the sight of yet another neighbourhood woman getting hers. And get it she did. Wailing and snarling, Rama's depths clutched tight around the cheetah's huge cock as he roared and bit down upon her neck, holding himself to the hilt inside of her as he pumped wave after wave of hot, thick cum deep into her womb. She shuddered, cumming alongside him, unable to stop, unable to catch her breath as she squirted and writhed in pure ecstasy while her belly began to swell and bulge. To grow rounded and heavy not just with the sheer volume of his cum, but to ready itself for what would come next. To prepare the snow leopard for the virile swelling of new life inside her. Cubs not of her husband's making, but of the only man that Rama knew was deserving of someone like her.

*********

As she completed yet another lap of the pool and pulled herself up out of the water, Katie beamed proudly towards her fiance. Her smile faded slightly however as she saw that he was no longer paying attention. That, in fact, the broad shouldered lion had seemingly fallen asleep in the lounger where he had sat down some twenty minutes before, supposedly to encourage her as she prepared for their local community's annual amateur olympics. She had been working so hard to get her technique right. To cut down her time and actually give herself a shot at victory in some of the pool based racing events. But did he care? Did he really have any interest in supporting her in this endeavour?

A loud snore escaped him, and Katie sighed softly. That about summed up his level of genuine interest, no matter how much he feigned it when not actually forced to devote any actual time or effort to doing so.

A soft splash from close by tore the puma's attention away from her slumbering, inattentive partner. She turned with a raised eyebrow, and jumped slightly as she saw that despite their back yard being enclosed with no way into it other than the back door of their house, there was someone else in the water with her. A shape moving below the surface, swimming rapidly towards her across the length of the pool. She considered moving away from the edge, her legs still dangling down over the side with her footpaws paddling in the cool water, but something kept her from doing so. A curiosity. A strange lack of fear, and a weird sense of anticipation, even excitement fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

Only when he arrived at her end of the pool did the figure break the surface once more, and immediately, Katie knew who he was. Any remaining worries or fears she may have had evaporated, and instead she simply whimpered as the cheetah emerged grinning and dripping wet from the water, licking his lips and staring deep into her eyes without a single word. He put his hands on her thighs, and Katie spread them for him oh so willingly. He leaned his head forward, and as the puma tilted back where she was sitting at the pool's edge, she moaned giddily as she watched his hands slide up to the centre of her loins and begin to tease the dark blue of her tightly fitted once-piece aside. She slapped a hand across her muzzle to stifle a scream as his head vanished between her legs, her limbs instinctively wrapping around his head in turn as he began to eat her out right there at the edge of the pool, her husband snoring loudly barely twenty feet away.

She knew who Jasiri was. Every woman in the city knew who he was by reputation and rumour. But, she never thought he would come to her. She never thought she would be so lucky as to fall under his far-reaching gaze. His rough tongue lashed at her tender clitoris, and Katie shrieked into the palm of her paw, eyes darting desperately towards her fiance, praying that he didn't wake up. That he didn't catch them, that he didn't stop them. At least... not until she'd cum. Not until the cheetah had cum inside her.

Jasiri pulled his head back from between her legs, and before Katie could stop herself she was lunging forward and kissing him. Tasting her juices upon his lips as she slipped forward into the water alongside his entirely naked figure. Beneath the water she could see the outline of his huge cock, and she moaned pleadingly as she reached down and touched it, stroked it while he extended both clawed hands of his own and began to shamelessly shred the fabric of her swimwear until her crotch was entirely free.

"Please..."

She begged as she turned around and rested her head, shoulders and folded arms on the edge of the pool, allowing her lower half to float to the surface, her now bare sandy brown furred ass bobbing and wiggling before the cheetah's tender yet hungry gaze.

"Please. Fuck me. Fuck me a-and... no matter what happens..."

She stared at her fiance's still sleeping body, moaning uncontrollably as she felt Jasiri's cock lining up with her suddenly unbearably hot, helplessly needy pussy.

"...n-no matter who sees. Don't stop until you've put kittens in me."

*********

Melody lived alone. At least, she normally lived alone. Now, almost a dozen phones lay resting upon her coffee table as the lynx yawned and padded through the living room, sipping on a coffee and scratching at an itch beneath one plump, bare breast. Several of them were buzzing, ringing as the screens flashed with names that the woman recognised as the husbands, boyfriends and other romantic partners of her visitors. Others screens were illuminated with reams of missed calls and messages enquiring as to their locations, asking when they would be getting home, professing that they should be careful not to stay out for too long because he might still be wandering around. Others were silent and dark, either because the people to whom they belonged didn't have a partner who was clingy and insecure enough to check up on them after just a short absence, or because they had been away for so long that their phone had long since run out of charge.

One of the phone's owners, a snow leopard who lay on the couch rubbing her pussy with one hand and her bulging belly with the other, smiled warmly at Melody as she walked past.

"Morning, Mel..."

She murmured happily as he teased her clit, gasping and shuddering as from elsewhere in the house a loud, caterwauling scream seemed to shake the walls. The lynx beamed back, continuing on her way towards the source of that most recent scream as she left her friend to rest and recuperate a little before no doubt rejoining them later.

"Morning, Rama."

In the hallway of her home, the lynx found not one but two women standing clothed and bashful near the door. She smiled, waving at them and wandering over, giggling as they stared at her naked body and rounded, seemingly heavily pregnant belly.

"Hi. Rachael, right? And... I'm sorry, I don't think we've met."

She shook the hand of the cheetah whom she had seen around at neighbourhood barbecues that summer, smiling welcomingly at the other woman, a larger, more plump figured tigress.

"I... u-uh... I'm Sarah. I j-just moved in next door to Rachael. We've... w-we've heard things. We met a woman on the street who said we should... w-we should come here, and..."

Melody giggled and held up a hand, shaking her head to show Sarah that she didn't need to continue talking. The tigress fell silent, and without another word the lynx began to lead both of them where she herself had been headed, up the stairs of her home and towards her bedroom.

The scent of sex, of feline pheromones and hot masculine cum, was everywhere on the upper floor. Indeed by the time they made it to her bedroom door Melody was rubbing between her own legs, Sarah was groping at a breast through her blouse and Rachael had hiked up her sundress, a paw trembling as it massaged at the front of her white panties, already stained with a rather large, prominent wet patch. By now they could hear clear as day what was happening inside. Loud screams, countless overlapping moans and whimpers. Giggling. Laughing. Voices whispering and chattering gleefully to one another. And indeed, as the door swung open, Melody saw the remaining nerves upon the two newcomers faces evaporate in an instant.

They knew as soon as they saw that room, as soon as they saw him, that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

They stumbled forward without needing her approval or even a suggestion to do so, and were already pulling off their clothes as Melody slipped into the bedroom herself. No fewer than ten bodies were writhing upon her queen sized double bed, overlapping, wriggling and grinding against each other, and all surrounding Jasiri. He was hunched over on all fours in that moment, his huge balls slapping against the ass of a screaming, wailing ocelot beneath him as he pounded her to what was probably just the next in a series of frenzied orgasms, a mixture of their juices gushing out from between the tight seal of her pussy and his vast barbed cock, but with no sign of Jasiri slowing or stopping any time soon. Nearby a couple of ladies lay in a daze, glassy eyed and giggling as they touched their hands to their stretched and cum-soaked pussies, drooling forth the excess of Jasiri's multiple loads and of course knowing that much, much more lay within their rounded, bulging bellies. More still however, those yet to be attended to by the cheetah or those who had recovered since their last round with him, were at play upon the bed. Watching and masturbating furiously with their fingers. Pleasuring other women as they watched together, grinding pussies, sharing fingers or tongues against dripping slits and aching, throbbing clits.

After thirty seconds or so a final, almighty scream erupted from the ocelot beneath Jasiri, and as a wild gush of ejaculate squirted from just below where the cheetah's huge cock was buried to the hilt inside of her, the woman's head fell slack-jawed and wide-eyed to the bedding. She was only half conscious and utterly overwhelmed as one final load of the cheetah's cum made her already rounded belly swell bigger than ever, and she came so hard that her head was barely able to remind her to breathe, so consumed was it by processing all that potent pleasure.

As Jasiri pulled away from her and span upon the spot, his rigid cock dripping with her juices but still rock hard, still twitching and already dribbling fresh pre-cum, he didn't look like the suave, seductive man who had charmed his way into Melody's bed almost four days ago. He looked like a feral beast. Like a wild cheetah, albeit with the biggest cock and balls of any wild animal she'd ever seen, ready to leap and kill its prey. Only, instead of rage or hunger for meat lingering in the bestial male's gaze, it was a hunger for pleasure.

One of the watching women, Katie, a puma who lived just a few doors down from Melody's place, whimpered happily as she kept on feverishly masturbating even as Jasiri's gaze fell upon her. She did reach out with one trembling hand though, its fingers dripping with her own juices, and both she and the cheetah groaned in lust as he extended his neck and sniffed her digits questioningly. His eyes bulged. A carnal snarl escaped his lips, and Katie screamed in absolute joy as he flung himself upon her, barrelling her over onto her back and beginning to fuck her hard and fast before she could even draw breath enough to beg him to do so.

Listening happily to the cheetah's roars and the puma's blissful, giddy shrieks, Melody padded around the bed and to the bedroom's window. She stepped over two other women engaged in a slurping, whimpering sixty-nine on the floor as they hungrily gorged themselves on the cheetah's cum dripping from one another's pussies, and smiled at the lioness sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, legs hooked around its arms and busily burying a dildo from Melody's own small collection of toys into herself as she watched the scene on the bed like so many others present were.

The lynx however didn't look at Jasiri, much as she wanted to. She looked instead out of the window to the neighbourhood beyond, and giggled at what she saw there. Men. The husbands, the fiances, the boyfriends of the neighbourhood, all outside and wandering the street aimlessly. Looking around blankly, occasionally asking what looked like a question or two to some equally confused, frustrated looking guy before stuffing their hands in their pockets and wandering on. Many were on their phones, and those who weren't were pasting notices to street lamps, fences and any other surfaces they could find.

Melody couldn't see the signs from here, but she knew what they said. Indeed as she glanced around she could see one sitting upon the bedside table between the masturbating lioness and the crowded bed itself. She'd had women bring them to her over the last day or two, normally women who had read what was written on the sign and started looking for the figure upon it, intrigued by what he apparently promised.

'To All Men.'

It read in bold lettering.

'Do not under any circumstances let the women you love out of your sight. Do not let them slip away for even a minute. A second. He will find them. And once they go to him, they won't want to come back.'

Below the wording was a hazy cell phone camera picture of what was obviously Jasiri, bending a woman whose face was blurred out but looked rather like Rama over the trunk of a car and tossing his head back in pleasure as he came into her already dripping pussy.

Melody rolled her eyes. First off, if those men thought they could control their women into staying home and doing as they said, never leaving their sight, they sure as hell didn't deserve them in the first place. But second of all, far more importantly... why wouldn't they want them to go to Jasiri?

Surely they could see, just as she and all these women could, that he was clearly the superior choice. Surely they should have been honoured that their neighbourhood, that their wives and lovers had been chosen by Jasiri as worthy of his attention.

Besides, it wasn't like it was forever. Much as she didn't want to think about it, she knew as well as all the other women did that Jasiri would move on eventually. That his libido and his desire to fill the wombs of beautiful kitties the world over with cubs would take him to places beyond this neighbourhood.

Some of the men would get their wives and partners back, if they resolved to do better, to be more attentive and more understanding of their women's wishes and needs. And the others... well, maybe they'd do better, maybe they'd learn to fight harder for their next partner, if indeed some other woman gave them the chance. And maybe, in the future, if Jasiri came to their neighbourhood again and coaxed their lovers away once more, they'd know not to make dumb, macho bullshit flyers warning other men against him. They'd know to just sit back and wait patiently. To understand that a better man had come along, and that if they truly loved their partners and wanted them back, all they would have to do is sit back and wait. Sit back and wait until their partner returned heavy with the cheetah's cum and cubs, like the obedient, helpless little cuckolds that they all were.

Melody smiled, and was about to turn away from the window when she felt something. A hand grabbing at her short tuft of a tail, and sharply pulling her backwards away from the window and back to the bed. She squealed in shock and laughter, and as she stumbled into the arms of the figure who had pulled on her, she moaned happily when she realised that it was Jasiri himself.

He snarled hungrily at her, eyes still wide and wild as close by Katie lay quivering, still convulsing in the throes of her last orgasm as her pussy twitched and dribbled copious thick strings of the male's overflowing seed over her thighs. Jasiri stroked Melody's already rounded, fertile belly, and growled more tenderly as he pulled her down onto the bed with him. He kissed her stomach, nuzzling and licking at it intimately as he crawled up and over her until they were face to face. He moaned happily as her legs wrapped around his waist, lifting her loins up and dragging part of the length of his huge shaft between her tender, swollen, dripping wet lips.

"Breed me again, Jasiri..."

She begged, the only woman here without a man waiting for her, without someone from whom she was so gleefully letting herself be stolen away.

"Breed me again. A-and..."

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked around the crowded bed, so many other pairs of hungry eyes staring down at them where they lay so intimately entwined.

"And make a-all these other ladies wish it was them."

By Jeeves

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