The Story of Max, Part V - Postcards from Suburbia, Part One
#5 of The Story of Max
As Max shifted his car into park, he couldn't suppress a smile. In a few minutes, he would be in the house across the street, and in a few minutes more, he would be wrapped up with two of the cuddliest, most enticing females he had ever met. Just thinking about what was about to happen was enough to cause a stirring in his groin. "Patience, my pet," he joked, patting his crotch.
It was a nice house, he thought to himself as he approached. A nicely tended lawn and big, glittery windows to let in the sun. Max couldn't help feeling a little jealous every time he visited, since the place was so much nicer than his apartment. He had no complaints about his apartment, it was a great place to live, but it was hardly this spacious example of Americana, with its white picket fence and its red brick walls. There was something just attractive about the place.
Max sauntered up to the big, oak door, positioned well back on the wide porch, and lifted a fist to knock. Before he could, however, he heard the sound of a lock turning, and with a creak the heavy door flew open, revealing one of the house's inhabitants.
This particular inhabitant was one of the two reasons Max had come to visit, and seeing her before him, he was reminded again of why he came. Standing before him was an adorable teenager, with big, bright eyes, high, pointed ears, and a tail that seemed to be nearly half her body length. The kitty wasn't too curvy - if anything, she was a little on the skinny side - but with her orange-red fur, tabby markings, and delicate features, she was irresistible, and not just to Max. He knew she had a train of boys at school that practically followed her everywhere she went.
"Max!" the girl shrieked, throwing her arms around him, a gesture the tiger was happy to return. When she threw him a kiss, however, he scooped her up and, with a quick look around, stepped through the entryway and shut the door behind. After all, it wouldn't do for the neighbors to see.
"Adrienne, come quick! Max is here!" the kitty shouted into the house as Max set her down, then turned and pressed her lips against the male's. This time, he pressed back, arms curled around her torso, one paw giving her backside a mischievous swat. The door was closed and the blinds were drawn, so there was no need to play coy.
"Are you happy to see me, Maxey?" the girl teased, her paws already crawling along his chest and stomach.
"Aren't I always, Karina?" The older furre nuzzled at her neck, inhaling the scent of the young feline. "Ahhh," he thought. "Invigorating!"
"Max is here!" Another squeal bounded down the hall, and suddenly there was a new furre with her arms wrapped around the male. "I'm so glad you came!"
"Well, I haven't yet," Max joked as he slipped an arm around the newcomer's shoulders. "But I'm sure I will."
"You're so dirty!" the girl teased. "All you think about is sex." Despite this, the kitty pressed herself against his side, beaming up at him with large, blue eyes.
The newcomer was, of course, named Adrienne, and while she shared her older sister's squealy and excitable nature, she was physically as different as one could get. Adrienne was half a foot shorter, but weighed at least as much as Karina, being just a little chubby. Her ears and tail were shorter, her whiskers longer, and her fur was a crazy calico pattern instead of the stately orange tabby. Despite being the shy one of the family, Max knew Adrienne, like her sister, got plenty of attention from the boys at school, with her warm, soft curves and gentle nature.
"Not always!" Max protested. "Just most of the time." While the joke was pretty lame, Max knew he could get away with it; the females giggled and laughed at anything he said, though he never knew if it was because they were so excited to be around him, or if they just thought he was a dork. Either way, it worked.
"She's just tryin' to hide the fact that she wants to jump your bones," Karina taunted. Ignoring the tongue sticking out of her sister's mouth, she grabbed Max by the paw and started pulling him towards the living room. "Speaking of which, I wanna jump your bones, too, so come on!"
"Kar!" While Adrienne seemed shocked by her sister's overly obvious statement, she didn't hesitate to take Max's other paw and help pull him as well.
Never one to resist the call of the wild, Max quite willingly allowed himself to be yanked into the spacious den and pulled down onto the big, plush couch. The living room was a nice place, fitting well with the rest of the house. A widescreen TV took up one corner, while the couch and coffee table took up the opposite, and a thick, luxuriant rug was placed neatly between the two. Tasteful paintings of still lives, mainly chosen by the kittens' mother, decorated the walls. In summation, it was a nice, upper-class home, with all the amenities one would expect.
Of course, at the moment, Max wasn't paying the slightest attention to the décor of the place. His attention was completely absorbed in the females who had pulled him into their arms, snuggling against him, their lips and tongues crawling across his face, seeking his mouth, their paws pulling at his shirt, as if they were going to tear him apart. He wrapped his arms around their waists, one on each side of him, and his head moved from side to side as he responded to their teenage lust with wide, open-mouthed kisses of his own. "Mmm, I'm back with my girls," he purred, giving one of them a sharp nip on the cheek.
He met with no verbal response; at least, not one that included words. The sisters did respond with a fit of giggles and some low moaning, but that hardly counts. Not that it mattered, really, because as soon as he gave in to those prying paws and pulled his shirt off his torso, Max was much too busy to have a conversation anyway.
Max quickly felt a pair of paws tugging at his fly, and he thought briefly about helping the owner of those paws with their goal, but as Karina broke a deep kiss, her sister began pulling off her shirt, and Max couldn't miss the first appearance of those wonderful breasts that were now beginning to appear.
Adrienne had been expecting him, which explained why the busty female had chosen not to wear a bra, and Max was grateful she had done so. As her shirt lifted up, the beautiful round globes came bouncing out to meet him, and if Max wasn't hard already, he was now.
With a combination of a laugh and a snarl, Max dropped his head and took one of those wonderful tits into his mouth, sandpapery tongue rasping across a wide nipple before he sucked it into his maw, bringing a gratified moan from the femme. Big tits were a big deal, Max always thought, and Adrienne's, while not huge, certainly qualified as big. A moment of pleasure, and Max released his catch to switch his attention to the other orb, then suddenly sat up absolutely straight. The paws hard at work on his zipper had gotten past the barrier, and his hard-on was now in a warm, fuzzy grasp.
"Oooh, that got your attention!" the tabby kitten giggled, bringing a laugh from the other furres on the couch. "You like that?"
Max threw a sheepish look at the femme holding his cock, a sly smirk on her face. "I always do, Kar-baby."
Karina grinned. "You want me to jack you off?"
"Oh, absolutely. I ABSOLUTELY want you to jack me off."
The female laughed at his almost pathetic honesty, and threw a leg over his, so that she was sort of, but not really, straddling him. "Well, I would LOVE to, Maxey!"
With that, she began stroking his shaft with firm, even strokes, nibbling at Max's neck as she did, giggling as she watched his eyes close halfway. A moment later and Adrienne's paw touched his cheek; not so gently, she pulled his face towards her and pressed it against her breasts, telling him in no uncertain terms that he would be working for his pawjob, there was no doubt about that.
Not that the tiger minded a bit. With great delight, he resumed his pleasant occupation, rough kittycat tongue swirling around the calico's broad nipples, sharp teeth scratching and nipping at those sensitive spots. As always, Adrienne was having a wonderful time, her paws holding up her massive tits, shoving them in Max's face, moaning happily as the male sucked at her beautiful boobs.
As he did, Karina was busy nibbling at Max's neck, sometimes biting playfully, sometimes licking her long tongue along the fur, her right paw running through his hair on the back of his head. Her left paw, of course, was busy stroking his cock, up and down, up and down, slowly traveling the length of the erection, pausing sometimes to squeeze the tip or the base. She released the piece of meat at one point, to lick her palm firmly, then returned her wet paw to its business, giggling at the minor shudder that ran through the male as it did.
"Oh, damn, Kar, that feels great." Max didn't have time to say anything more, nor did he want to, as the younger femme's paws quickly pressed his face back against her bosom.
"Does it? Well, I know what will feel even better." With a playful wink, the tabby slid off the couch, going to her knees between the male's legs, paw still clutching his hard-on.
Max tried to say something, but the paws clutching the back of his head wouldn't let him up, so all he could do was moan as Karina gave the underside of his shaft a long, loving lick and took his meat into her hot little mouth.
Over the past few minutes, Adrienne's giggles, always a sign of nervous energy with the femme, had transformed into low moans and deep breathing. Her fingers were tied up in Max's hair, her eyes half-lidded, and her breathing deep; she always enjoyed it when someone paid attention to her breasts, sensitive as they were. With Max kneading the warm flesh in his paws, hungrily sucking at the broad, responsive nipples, the female was in heaven, a rumbling purr letting the others know how much she was enjoying herself.
It seemed that wasn't quite enough for Max, however. One paw relinquished its grip on her furry titty, and dropped down between the furre's legs. The female issued a sharp gasp as the paw began tugging at the waistband of her shorts, but she obediently climbed up so she was sitting on her knees, instead of on her butt, so that her shorts and frilly undergarments could be pulled down to her knees. A moment later, a low, guttural moan escaped her lips as Max's fingers made their first contact with her tingling pussy.
Karina lifted her head, letting the stiff dick slap comically back against Max's body, and laughed. "Ooooh, I know what YOU'RE doing."
With a wet smack, Max released his lips from Adrienne's tits, laughing. "I didn't tell you to stop!"
"And since when do I take orders from you?" The retort was a challenge, a dare, as if Karina was asking if Max thought he was man enough to talk back while her razor sharp claws were curled around the width of his shaft. For a moment, the two looked at each other, silently contemplating how they were going to respond. Finally, Max shrugged and turned back to the plump furre beside him.
"You're sister's a bitch," he muttered, lifting a boob back to his mouth. While Adrienne didn't respond except to press Max's face against her chest, Karina laughed at his crude attempt at humor. She stuck her tongue out at him, then opened wide and swallowed his length in a single dive, only gagging a little as her cold, wet nose pressed against his pubis.
With that, the whole tone of the coupling (is it really a coupling when three people are involved?) changed. It was as if it had been decided, through unspoken vote, that the time for games and merriment was over, and now was the time for hardcore fucking.
As the older femme's throat envelopment his cathood, Max was driven into a harsher, more savage, state of mind. His loving licks and kisses on Adrienne's tits were replaced with bites and hard, hickey-inducing lip movement, sucking strongly against her sensitive breasts. Down below, his fingers increased both the speed and the force with which they pressed against her cunt, first playing at the entrance, then rolling circles around her hidden clit, causing the younger furre's hips to begin to buck and sway in ecstasy.
His legs spread apart as he slithered down on the couch, giving the tabby more access to his crotch, raising his hips as if silently begging her to finish her work on his red-hot member. He no longer had the wherewithal to keep sucking at the fuzzy tits in front of him, but just buried his face between them and moaned, driven wild with the scent of young females and the sensations on his cock. He thrust a finger into the hot cave between the femme's legs and began savagely sawing it back and forth, trying to drive the girl as mad with pleasure as he was. Between his own legs, Karina's head bobbed up and down, lips pressed tightly against the shaft, one paw rapidly stroking the base of his dick.
It couldn't last, of course. Max felt the sharp, almost painful feeling he was used to, the sensation that felt almost like a hand gripping his balls tightly in a vicious pinch. He gritted his teeth and with a long, loud grunt, he felt his cock explode with delight, as wave after wave of thick, creamy spooge burst from the tip like a geyser. The first shot splattered against the back of Karina's throat; choking, she pulled away, letting the succeeding eruptions sail into the air, most of the fluid splashing against her face and chest.
As Max came down from his orgasm, it became abundantly clear that the furre he had been working on wasn't ready to quit; she threw herself across his lap, chubby tush sticking into the air, grinding her vulva against his paw in a desperate attempt to attain release for her own building fluids. Max didn't waist time. As his left paw was buried underneath her body, he drove in right paw in between her legs, entering her pussy from the back, feeling it slosh wetly as his first two fingers invaded her. Speedy penetration, back and forth, in and out, driving harshly against her organs, no longer even remotely gentle, quickly brought her to a gasping, shuddering climax, complete with almost inaudible squeals.
As the two furres relaxed in the afterglow, all energy spent, going from sexual dynamos to exhausted sacks of jelly, the skinny cat in front of the couch stood up, arms akimbo, and regarded them with a look that managed to mix affection with jealousy and scorn.
"Hey, aren't we forgetting something?" The petulant tone in her voice served to remind Max that this was, after all, just a spoiled teenage girl. "I haven't cum yet!"
Tiredly, Max motioned her closer, and when she obeyed, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto the furry heap. "Gimme a minute, Kar. I'm exhausted."
"Just a minute?"
"Okay, maybe ten minutes. Don't worry, babe, we'll take good care of you..."