The Story of Max, Part V – Postcards from Suburbia, Part Two
#6 of The Story of Max
The refrigerator was full, as always. And why wouldn't it be? This wasn't Max's refrigerator, the appliance of a sometimes-swinging bachelor who only bought food when he remembered to. No, this was the refrigerator of a well-to-do family of yuppies, the parents with white-collar jobs, the kids with hefty allowances. Max grew up in a house like this one.
Reaching past a tower of stacked plastic ware, he pulled out a can of soda. He was so thirsty! Without hesitation, he cracked it open, enjoying the crisp hiss of escaping carbonation, and chugged half the drink in one gulp. Smacking his lips in satisfaction, he reached in again and drew out two more, tucking them under his arm. Taking another long drink, Max headed back towards the living room.
The view in the living room was spectacular. It wasn't the clean white walls, or the pleasant faux-Expressionist paintings hanging on them, or the picturesque windows giving a view of the spacious back yard, that made the room so nice. No, it was the furres waiting for him on the couch that brought such a smile to his face.
Collapsed against one arm of the couch was the youngest furre present, a chubby calico named Adrienne. Despite her age, her impressively sized rack was already too heavy to be described as anything resembling perky, though they didn't droop or sag, either. Her gently swelling tummy and curvy thighs were especially soft on the eyes, and her stubby tail dangled off the side of the couch, twitching restlessly. As Max entered the room, she peered warmly up at him, eyes lidded, still a little shaken from her recent orgasm.
On the other side of the couch was her older sister, Karina, who seemed like a total opposite. Where the younger female was shy and soft-spoken, the older one was a bundle of energy, always bright and outgoing. Where Adrienne was plump and curvaceous, Karina was thin and sleek, like a wildcat, with long, pointed ears with just a little tuft of fur on the top, and a glossy, orange coat. While her sister was lounging against the arm of the couch, Karina was sitting up, bright and alert, waiting for the male to return. And finally, while Adrienne was recovering from an orgasm, her sister was currently rubbing little circles around the folds of her pussy in order to bring herself to one.
"Finally! I'm so damn thirsty!" gasped the older sister, jumping out of her seat to grab a can of cola from the male. Cracking it open, Karina downed a hefty mouthful of soda, relinquishing it with a hearty sigh.
Max laughed as he sat down between the two, handing the other unopened can to the very grateful calico. As he settled in his seat, Karina threw her right arm around his shoulders, leaning close, face split with a large grin.
"So how ya gonna repay me, Maxie?" She was, of course, referring to the blowjob she had recently delivered (and delivered with gusto).
"Oh, I could probably come up with a few ideas, if you'll give me a minute..." The tiger was stalling. Tired, hot, and having cum only a few minutes ago, his motor wasn't exactly running. There was a time, he thought ruefully to himself, that there was no cool-down period. Back when he was a teenager, he didn't have to stop or take breaks at all, except for chafing. Yes, but that was ten years ago, and his body was starting to slow down. Growing old sucks, of that there is no doubt.
Adrienne, of course came to his defense. "Give him a break, Kar! He's not a machine. He's probably tired." The younger furre was slumped against Max's right arm, rubbing her cheek against his fur affectionately. It was easier for her to say; while Max was getting his BJ, he had fingered her to orgasm, and she was still a little tired herself.
"Psh. He's not tired, he's just lazy." With two fingers, the femme gingerly took the can of soda from Max's paw and set it on the coffee table, resulting in a quizzical look from the older male. Grinning, Karina threw a leg across his body and stood up, so that her narrow waist was just above his head, which meant, quite naturally, that he was staring at her sex.
And what an attractive sex it was. Small, tightly made, lips parted slightly from her obvious arousal, the pink flesh within seeming to quiver as the moisture danced along the folds. Her scent roiled forth, enveloping the tiger's head, drawing him closer, nostrils flared. A few deep breaths and he was her slave, the thick, sweet smell demolishing all thoughts but those of the moist pink pussy before him. With an expression of pure joy, Max let his tongue loll out and ran it enticingly along the length, from bottom to top.
Karina's hips bucked backwards, as the long moments of arousal had left her a might sensitive. It was only a momentary reaction, and as Max nuzzled against her pussy, pushing aside the folds with his cold nose, wide tongue playfully lapping at the tender meat inside, she sighed, low and deep, letting her eyes drift closed. One paw pushed against the wall, fingers splayed, the other paw resting on the male's head, she pressed her hips forward, moans rolling from her throat as ecstasy surrounded her.
Max placed his paws on her hips to keep the femme from toppling on top of him, and attacked her sweet cunt with long, broad strokes of his muscular tongue. Her sopping pussy lips slid and squeaked along his muzzle, spreading their hot juice across his face, more of it issuing forth from the steamy cavern within. He twisted and rolled his tongue inside her, occasionally closing his jaws enough to slurp out the excess fluid, then lunging back inside her hot recesses once more, bringing the kitty waves of pleasure as he did.
Resting her delicate chin on his shoulder, Adrienne watched in desire as Max ate her sister, his lips smacking loudly, a perfect counterpoint to the tabby's moans. The calico imagined Max slurping and smacking at her own pussy, her stubby tail high in the air, and as she did, a paw slid slowly along her curvy tummy into the recesses between her plump little legs. She meeped lightly as her fingers touched her cunny, still moist from earlier, and as her eyes closed she began to play with herself, sighing happily as her body began to build heat once more.
Karina's moans had become deep and breathy, as she went from playful and horny to deep in the throes of passion. An impassioned woman is a dangerous creature, just remember that. In this case, the danger came from the female suddenly twisting around to the side and almost falling forward, hips first, so that her weight bore Max down onto his back, splayed out across the couch with the kitten sitting on his face, grinding her cunt against his muzzle.
With his head between the femme's thighs, Max could hardly breath, but that wasn't important. He couldn't think, anyway, so he had no need to catch his breath. Instead he just opened his mouth wider, lashing at the pink slit crushing him, nipping at the outer lips, groaning and gurgling like an animal. He had lost all control of himself, all thought of anything but sex, and the intense, heady aroma of the female on top of him.
Since he was in the middle of something very important, and rather distracting, Max had momentarily forgotten about the younger furre sitting next to him on the couch, now positioned down by his feet, so when he felt a warm, slimy tongue run over his balls, he idly wondered who it belonged to. It was only as his thick cock slid out of its sheath, glistening in the light, a pair of lips closing around it, that he remembered Adrienne.
"Yes, yes, eat my pussy. Eat it! Eat it!" With each demand growled through clenched teeth, Karina rolled her hips forward, shoving her mound against Max's muzzle, pressing hard against him, almost as if she was trying to force his entire head inside her, crazy with lust. She bucked and rolled and swayed, breathing hard, rocking back and forth as the overheated male tried to keep up with her, in what was probably a losing battle.
Max's dick was on fire now. He imagined the skin must be painful to the touch, and it only got worse as the youngest present licked at his meat, sucking the tip of it, her soft paws caressing his shaft. His balls surged and strained; they felt like they would burst. His cock ached for something more substantial, stronger medicine to relieve the throbbing monster. He put a paw on either of Karina's thighs, digging his claws into her spongy flesh, and as he was about to shove her off of him and jam his member into her oozing pussy, the tongue stopped.
The tiger nearly snarled in rage as he felt the frigid air blowing across his unattended cathood. He was no longer rational, no longer a caring, giving lover. He wanted SOMETHING to stick his meat in, and now the girl was stopping? How dare she! He was going to teach her some manners, he decided. No more of this demure little sweetheart thing. He was going to show this female what it means to treat her man right! He was going-
And then he stopped. Furry legs slid alongside his, a plump, furry bottom settled on top of his upper thighs. A paw held his member straight up, and pouty lips of the femme's sex brushed against it. A shudder ran through Max's entire body.
Even Karina paused a moment when she noticed that the tiger had frozen. Twisting her upper body around, she squealed in delight as she saw her little sister slowly sliding herself onto Max's pole. Her tender pussy lips spread wide, hugging the shaft between them, gently nudging it into place as the feline lowered her body onto his. Max shuddered over and over as he entered the femme, his body wracked with pleasure as the muscular walls squeezed his aching dick. Finally Adrienne finished, her pubis resting on top of Max's, his entire length sheathed inside her hot little snatch. She glanced up, and seeing Karina grinning at her, blushed deeply. That didn't stop her, however, from starting to rock back and forth, rubbing her pussy against the tiger, his stiff dick being squeezed in rhythm.
"That's right, ride him! Ride him good!" Karina squealed, urging the younger one on. Adrienne didn't reply, only kept her eyes downcast, a serious look on her round face, concentrating on what she was doing. The tabby twisted back around, facing the right way no, and cast a smug look at the tiger underneath her.
"This isn't a vacation, Maxie," she chided. "Get to work!"
This he did, with relish. It was an entirely different ballgame, trapped beneath the female, when he had someone bouncing on his dick. Max thought he'd been hot before, but it was nothing like this.
He wasn't the only one who found himself hotter than ever. Karina's moans became higher in pitch, and soon she was bent over him, paws grasping the arm of the couch, humping Max's face, and grinding her slick cunt against him. Her breath came in raggedy gasps, her body bucking and twitching, his lips and tongue finding new ways to drive her wild. Fluttering against her clit, lapping firmly against her walls, or sucking at her engorged outer lips, a low, throaty rumble burbling up from his throat and echoing down the fleshy hallway.
Behind her, Adrienne was making up for lost time as she quickly approached the state the other two furres had been in for some time. Her eyes were glued to Max's torso (or rather, Karina's ass, which was in the way), as she bounced up and down, faster and faster. Tiny moans began emanating from her throat, and she would often raise a paw to twist hard on a sensitive nipple or rub circles around her clit. The tiger's rod felt wonderful inside of her, pushing and pressing into her insides, a fiery shaft of heat burning at the heart of her desire.
As her sister's moans rolled off her back, the tabby increased both the speed and pressure on the furre underneath her, gasping now, eyes rolling wildly. Her body started twitching madly, bucking and jerking on top of him, her moans of pleasure now reaching a higher register, all intelligent thought pushed from her mind by the waves of rolling pleasure. A long, drawn out groan, fingers tightening to fists, a shuddering climax, and it was over. The femme tried to stand up, tried to escape the tongue that was still tiredly attacking her, but her legs buckled underneath her, and she toppled off the couch and onto the floor.
Finally free of the weight that had been situated on top of him for so long, Max took long, gasping breaths, chest heaving with exertion. His chest and face were utterly soaked, a combination of sweat and sex that left his fur plastered to his body. Eyes were squeezed shut, cheeks puffed out as he sucked in air through clenched teeth.
But he wasn't finished. Almost unable to move, Max still had work to do. Or, rather, work was still being done to him. The young furre still on top of him was paying no attention to her sister, or even to Max, so concentrated was she on her current activity. Bouncing up and down, her breasts leaping into the air with each jump, a look of concentration, mixed heavily with pleasure, on her round face. Sweat trickled down her forehead and cheeks in rivulets, dripping onto her ample bosom, rolling gracefully off and plunging to the tiger below.
The room was filled with a strange mixture of sounds: panting, groaning, gasping, grunting. All the sounds one would expect from such a scene, but played out in higher and higher volume. Adrienne leaned forward, her heaving breasts dangling below her, and ground her crotch onto the male, moaning almost painfully as she did, the rubbing contact making a squelching sound, inaudible over the furres' vocalizations.
The tiger's paws gripped her hard by the hips. She started, holding still, and Max began pumping his cock into her, slamming his hips upwards over and over with barbarous speed. The kitten had no choice but to simply hold still, body bouncing, a continuous moan escaping as the tiger attacked her from below. Each slap of their bodies would interrupt the moan, causing her voice to jump an octave momentarily.
Rapidly losing her cool, her voice began to fail to drop to its original sound, instead getting higher and higher until it was a squeal, interrupted by great gasps of air, until the unavoidable climax. The squeal began a groan, the body quivered, her flaming cunt twitched and squeezed and fluttered around the organ pressed hard inside it. She jammed her eyes shut, riding out the orgasm to the end.
And that was it. Max couldn't hold back any longer, didn't want to hold back any longer. As the femme rocked back and forth on top of him, groaning and squealing, her pussy doing wild things around his dick, he felt his balls tighten up, like they were being squeezed, and not gently. With a snarl, he shoved the femme off of him and she fell backwards, sprawled out across the couch. Her descent was accompanied by a thick rope of cum blasting from his cock, splashing across her abdomen, followed by several more that didn't quite reach her, but left a long, sticky trail across the fabric of the couch.
It was several minutes before anyone spoke, the furres just lying where they had been, panting and sweating. Finally, Karina stumbled to her feet, hair plastered to her head, limbs dangling in the air, too tired to lift her arms.
"Well, that was fun," she panted. "Who's for seconds?"