The Girls' Pt. 2
#2 of The Girls'
Mina's ass, unlike her overbearing bosom, was rather well scaled to her body. It was still quite thick on her, both with well-developed muscle and a healthy layer of womanly padding, but it fit her frame perfectly. To Ardanis, of course, it was still massive. And, for that matter, it was coated in the thick, shaggy brown fur that stretched all the way up her bovine lower half to her waist, besides a sharp dip down in the front. So when the minotaur turned that powerfully flexing rear on him, the feline tended to have mixed feelings.
On the one paw, these massive haunches had a distinctively feral appearance, rather intimidating for a house cat with a decidedly light build. It was so big, this posterior, that he was tempted to think he couldn't even mount it properly without some kind of special measures. On the other paw, the idea of riding something that much bigger than him had a smack of... conquest to it. And, for that matter, he'd conquered it before-- Mina didn't mind putting out, so to speak, for the feline on a semi-regular basis. He already knew it was a hell of a ride. But even so, every time he stopped to consider this full-flanked bull ass, he had to overcome just a little... intimidation.
It might not have helped that she was in the middle of tying someone up like a hog. Ginger loved her bondage gear, but she certainly didn't mind being on the receiving end. When they'd gotten into their toy box, it wasn't too long before the tittering couple settled on binding the mouse girl's arms in a massive sheath of leather behind her back, utterly incapacitating her hands. Her ankles were shackled to either end of a foot-long steel rod, which in turn was chained to the end of her arms. In effect, her arms and legs were folded back tightly and held in place, leaving her bundled up with her tits and cock out for anyone to do with as they liked. Her mouth, too, if someone pulled out the ball gag Mina was fastening into place. The mouse girl gave as much of a sultry smile as she could around the obstruction as the minotaur examined her work. She nodded, and turned over her shoulder, setting up on her knees on the bed. "Still horny to poke something, honey? I think we're ready here." She smirked softly.
Ardanis had been dying for a chance to fuck something proper all day, and after letting the two of them have a go at either end of him, his blood was just about boiling. Watching that huge, flexing ass wiggle about on the bed all this time, just out of reach, had done nothing to diminish that. He answered with the smoothest smile he could muster, crawling onto the bed at last. "Always, beautiful." He licked his lips, sidling up behind the minotaur. "What are you going to do with her?" He was a little curious, but he was really just waiting for her to stick out her ass and give the go ahead. Mina could have a bit of a temper, and he wasn't about to try for her ass without her spelling out that she was ready.
"Oh, I don't really know... drive her crazy, I suppose." She grinned at that, bending over slowly as she pulled her lover around sideways to nuzzle into her belly, her breasts to one side and her bits on the other. Ginger's eyes widened a moment, but glimmered with laughter. And more importantly, that broad ass pushed up before the feline, probably almost twice as wide as he was. She glanced back with a hint of a smirk and spared a hand, pulling one cheek to the side. Her pucker bared to the light, dark pink and surprisingly pleasing to the eye. Everything the young feline needed and more.
He answered her blatant offer by shoving his head right to that hole, pushing a grunt from the minotaur, and grinding against her. The thick muscling of her ring yielded slowly, squishing and shifting that pucker around his tip as it slowly lodged inside. Her hole was as big as the rest of her-- she'd no doubt taken plenty bigger than him in days past, but she was still deliciously tight. His head only just buried in that thick, tight warmth-- and she let her cheek go, the heavy flesh slapping in to trap his shaft buried in that fur. It was surprisingly soft, and he rather liked the texture as he slowly pushed, grinding in against the tight friction of her ass. He was throbbing slowly and squirting juices against her insides, but it was still slow work pushing into her without forcing it.
Below and ahead, Mina was murring and nuzzling up into the mouse girl's bosom, kissing and licking teasingly at each breast in turn. Ginger mewled softly and gave little wiggles in her bindings, her tips soon standing perked and hard under the attention, hungry for more. Chuckling to herself, the minotaur gave each tip deep, tender kisses in turn, just barely suckling at them, and giving a little pull each time as she pulled off to slip to the other. The mouse girl was rock hard down below, and each time the minotaur drew one of those breasts tight and popped off, those hips jerked and jumped into the air a little, trying to poke at something that wasn't there.
All too soon, Ardanis found his hips grinding in against that fur, his shaft digging in at that hot hole as it slowly flexed and gripped at him. The sheer mass of her rear made it hard for him to get very deep-- a couple inches or so were still suspended between that flexing hole and his crotch, trapped between those cheeks. Greedy for more, the feline spread her cheeks wide and ground in, hips shoving tight to that soft flesh and earning perhaps an extra inch. The two groaned together, and he rolled his hips to grind around her depths as much as he could before the mass of that ass pushed him out again.
Finally allowing the mousegirl's breasts a moment of relief, Mina slid up to nibble and kiss at her lover's neck, teasing right up under her chin as a hand slid south along that spread body. It rubbed tenderly over the mouse girl's smooth, taut belly until her fingers grazed something hard, and parted on either side of it. Hand flat on the girl's nethers, she stroked over that twitching, rolling middle, fingers sliding along the very base of that rod. Just the lightest teasing-- if anything, she was more playing with the mouse girl's balls, poking and rolling them slowly between her fingers as she started working on a hickey right at the base of Ginger's neck.
Behind, the feline was getting to work proper. Every time he shoved against that ass, it pushed him right back, and he quickly fell into a brisk, hungry, bouncing rut. The real challenge was pounding in deep as he could with each push before the muscle and fat together sprung him back again. Cow and cat fur meshed and mingled and crossed as hips mashed to ass greedily, the feline hungry to strike deep as he could into that tightness with each stroke. Just a little prefluid had gotten her slicked surprisingly well-- she might have had a crushing grip, but he was just small enough to slip through without getting stuck. Instead, her grip was a perfectly tantalizing ring of smooth flesh perfect for fucking mindlessly-- as long as he could hold himself back. He'd gone through too much to get this chance to up and blow his load without getting a nice, loooong ride.
Finally, Mina seemed prepared to offer her lover a small mercy-- her lips were travelling south, kissing once more over the great swell of a breast, down the shallow valley of her tummy, and... she kissed slowly to the base of that shaft. Above, the tip was twitching and beading with pre, but Mina calmly tickled the base, the very crease where cock met crotch, with her tongue, just lathering it up with little licks. Her breath was heavy by now, apparently rather enjoying the ride she was getting, and she spared a hand to scoop up under one of her massive breasts where they sat heavily on the bed, kneading slowly at herself as her hips gave little rolls back.
Those little rolls translated to heavy swings against his hips, making every thrust a sudden, powerful collision. Ardanis was shoved back all the harder for it, and what could he do but slam in with growing determination. Biting slowly at his lip, he swung deep, focused strokes into that ass, pushing their precious slickness to the limit. The friction quickly grew addictively intense, almost painful, but he couldn't stop-- he couldn't throw this rhythm building between them, the shove of that immense ass and his stubborn strokes to counter it, to beat back that rising, horny tide, the beast he had awakened with his foolish self-indulgence. His balls were twitching already, his head flaring and throbbing, but he couldn't cum yet. He had to have more. So much more.
Even as she pushed into those thrusts, the minotaur was intent on teasing her tightly bound lover. Her head slowly turned, her teasing tongue working around the side of that shaft to lather at the base of the mouse girl's cumvein, and slowly lap down her balls. Ginger was panting and moaning slowly through her gag, and prefluid leaked down her shaft in little rivulets down one side or the other as it was pushed aside by that cruelly teasing tongue. Mina slowly tongue-washed those balls, giggling and panting over them as her body rolled subtly to the fucking.
The trick was not to think about it. Ardanis just focused on that ass, on meeting every heavy push with a sharp counterattack, on pushing her back. On the way it flexed and bore down on him with each roll back, and jiggled beautifully under each strike from his hips. On the way his paws sunk into those lush, thick cheeks as he struggled to keep a good grip on her. On the lurid ripples that he could just barely see coursing through her side cleavage echoing his every thrust, on that small victory her body betrayed, that his rutting was rocking through even her massive, powerful body. She wasn't just letting him use her hole-- he was using her, he was fucking the minotaur hard and deep. His balls seized, and he bit into his lip, choking off a desperate mewl.
Mina was panting through her nose, as her lips were wrapped snugly around the mouse girl's sack. She had suckled the pair right into her muzzle to harrow them with loving licks and tender massages under lip and tongue, drawing firmly at them to pull them deep into her mouth as her eyes cast up, around that twitching shaft at her lover. Ginger had let her eyes fall shut, her brows pinched in a silent moan as her head fell back. Her mousecock was twitching hungrily, erratic and drooling all over itself. It even occasionally fired off a little wad of pre across her own belly when the minotaur was especially devious with her tongue. Her hips rolled as much as they dared, desperate to hump something, yet her legs opened in welcome well as they could to allow the minotaur her every dastardly teasing.
Just a little more. Just one more! And one more! Each thrust was a victory over his boiling insides, his body clamping down on itself as he struggled to contain his orgasm. He dug his fingers into that ass, gritting his teeth, eyes screwed shut as he stole from time itself, one delicious stroke at a time. His balls seethed and swelled and churned and he could feel his seed boiling right up his shaft, but he held back-- he needed-- he just-- those massive, fur-matted cheeks flattened against his hips, giving a single, beautiful bounce against him, that tight hole dragged down his shaft to wring him out, and the minotaur uttered a single, powerful moan. It was all just too perfect. The wall broke, and he pushed, hips grinding in tight to that ass as he cried out, butt thrown forward, shoulders hauling back, and he fired jet after jet up that massive ass. The pulses washed up through his body in stinging, bitter pleasure, burnt around the edges, but oh so wonderful. He was sure it was the most he'd ever come-- his balls just kept pumping and pumping, and he couldn't stop grinding against her, his shaft steely and shoving around her insides, making sure to coat every inch of her bowels.
Finally popping off those practically pickled balls, Mina moaned out slowly, and smirked over her shoulder at the feline. "Mmmmh... I do believe our kitty cat enjoyed himself, love." She glanced to her decidedly mute lover, down at the quivering rod hovering just under her nose, and gave a dark chuckle. "About time, too." She shifted her weight, and slowly straightened-- her broad, muscled back rising to fill his vision as she loomed over him. The motion pulled him down by the dick, drawing tighter and tighter around it as he stifled a whimper. "I do believe it's our turn again..." She twisted and grabbed him, pulling him firmly from her ass with a single jerk. She turned slowly, a slow smirk on her face, revealing her own shaft-- twitching hard and drooling, almost to match Ginger's. Only nearly twice the size. Ardanis swallowed.
A quick adjustment, and Ginger had a little more slack between her armsheath and her anklebar. Mina helped her sit up, which pulled the little chain taut just as she got comfy. The feline was briefly considering excusing himself from the room when the minotaur shoved him on his face between the mousegirl's legs. "Poor girl's been aching for a little satisfaction. Ardanis, that should be right up your alley..." She snickered softly, towering over the feline's rear as he gathered himself. "Right up your alley... sounds like a good place, actually." She feigned a nonchalant tone, and firmly groped his ass, pulling it up high as it could go. His knees lifted off the bed a moment, falling together under him to prop that rear up-- and pushing his face right into the mouse girl's crotch. "Hope you're still warmed up back here..."
It was a rare thing for Mina to mount his hind end-- she had an undying love for fucking faces, and spending any amount of time at their place meant his throat was well trained in stretching around that creature. His ass, though-- his ass was a different matter entirely. He'd always been quite glad for her favoritism towards the mouth, really. He couldn't walk straight for days after she made an exception.
So when that blunt hunk of bull meat barged in between his cheeks to butt against his hole, the feline was already wincing and biting his lip, hardly even noticing the throbbing dick grinding against his face. Those powerful hands were wrapping around his hips, and he drew a deep breath and just relaxed as much as he could-- desperately unclenching his hole lower half with a subtle wash of numbness. He'd barely started to sigh when it stabbed in.
Six inches of fat dick impaled in his ass in an instant, and he was screaming into the mouse girl's balls. His body convulsed, muscles binding in on themselves as he gasped and shuddered and gave a weak moan. Mina had figured it out before that he'd always end up doing this when she stuffed it in him. So with Ardanis, she used the band-aid approach. He couldn't see, but over his back, the minotaur was smirking softly, enjoying the undulations of ginger squeezes around her rod as his body reeled. She massaged his ass, impatient for him to let go long enough for her to bury it deeper.
Something about the way Ardanis quivered when he finally drew another slow breath must have been close enough. The minotaur promptly dragged out about an inch and plowed on in, that fat cockhead stabbing into some deep, almost untouched stretch of his gut and spitting pre on it to say hello. Another draw, and those broad hips flattened his ass under their broad, muscle-bound grip. He swallowed, groaning softly. His belly was full and throbbing-- he could feel his insides pulse with the swell and ease of that shaft as it steadily pumped pre into his sore intestines.
"Well?" The minotaur's voice broke through his moment of silence in honor of his once-intact hindquarters. "You aren't gonna leave her just throbbin', are you?" She smirked, grabbing a fistful of his hair. The feline's eyes flicked open and up, remembering that cock that lay against his face now. It had been hard to forget, but Mina had that effect on people. As it was, that shaft was drooling steadily getting his face mussy with juices. The mousegirl stared down at him hungrily, chewing slowly at her gag. The minotaur pulled his head up, and Ginger's eyes took a delighted sparkle as he was shoved down onto that dick, the head jutting suddenly against his soft palate.
Wincing slowly, Ardanis fought back his gag reflex, though it didn't help that the mousey girl had promptly started shoving her hips up to hungrily hump his face. Mina just held him in place-- keeping his skull a more-or-less steady fucktoy for her lover as she dragged and squeezed another thick stroke into his ass. Not that she did that great a job-- his head rose and fall with the pull and shove of those massive hips, and he found himself getting his lips beat with a cockhead one moment, and his throat punished the next. He just did his best to hold onto that erratically thrusting piece of meat, keeping it funneled right down his muzzle. He could lose an eye if he wasn't careful, he suspected.
All pretense of being careful with the housecat's rear end was slowly slipping away as the minotaur built steam. One hand held tight to his hips, holding him to the buffeting of strokes dragging through him-- the pressure and dragging friction seemed to ripple right through his spine and his belly, up and down. His tailhole had seized helplessly at her, reflexively strangling that shaft with every draw, until it was completely exhausted and she just kept pounding through. That was what she considered loosening him up-- beating his body into submission, fatiguing every muscle that would hold her back with brute force. He was just about perfect now-- his ass was reduced to little more than a nice, deep hole that held her just snug. Just enough friction to keep her hungry for more, but not so much that his body was dragged up and down the bed too much around her. Especially when she really started pounding in.
The bed was beginning to creak noisily with her strokes, and his knees were digging steadily deeper into the padding and springs. She was nailing him to the bed with tight, powerful ruts, and his body was sinking into the bed under the sheer pressure of the assault, under all the weight she threw into each thrust. He tried to convince himself his femurs could take it, but hardly being able to breathe was a great distraction.
Sinking also meant he was steadily descending into Ginger's crotch-- she'd punched smoothly into his throat by now, and she fucked his neck with a growling fervor now, mashing her shapely hips to his face as she took every inch of slack her bindings gave her. He could do little more than gurgle and hope Ginger found his throat pleasing enough to hurry up and blow her load and give him a little breathing room. He tried to swallow around her, to massage that pulsating mouse dick every time it dipped into the deeper reaches of his throat, his tongue dragging along the length pumping through his muzzle.
Of course, any efforts he made with his mouth were half-hearted-- afterthoughts, on the border of his perception as he tried to hold up to the minotaur's brutal mating. His legs tried to slip out from under him under the pressure, and his belly churned painfully if he didn't align himself just right-- lining up his insides with that thick rod. He hardly even realized he war rock hard until his tip started swiping against the bedding underneath, he was having such trouble staying up. With every thrust, his shaft swung and nicked at the sheets, sending a little jolt up his length to squirm in his balls. Every time, the peculiar sensation built-- the pleasure of her plowing through him, inescapable in its presence though he did his best not to acknowledge it, had the feline constantly simmering with lust, and these little flicks of sensation were proving unnerving and gradually unraveling his self-control, what little he had to spare. His head was beginning to swim, between the oxygen loss, the shockwaves running through his body under each thrust from the minotaur, and his own incessantly building pleasure. Somewhere in the mess of it all, he let something slip, and suddenly, he was firing off.
Brow crumpled, he tried to stop himself, but it was too late. He fired and fired, fresh pleasure washing through him as his ass made one more futile attempt to squeeze down on that shaft pumping through him. He wasn't sure they even noticed-- each girl was too engrossed in stuffing their respective dicks into him. That was his only mercy, he supposed.
The mouse girl's thighs were drawing tight around his head-- even with the minotaur holding his head down, she seemed to want the leverage on him. Her hips rocked violently, pumping her rod down his throat in jerky, erratic thrusts. His throat was starting to numb under the beating like a beast whipped into submission, all attempts at swallowing or blocking her melting away. Her rod throbbed fat against his tongue with each lustful stab, and her prefluids seeped down the length of his neck and spilled out into his muzzle. His mouth tasted like a sex hole, well lubed and used. It was all he could do to steal air in gulps here and there when her cockhead popped from his throat a moment by accident.
The blows raining down on his ass seemed to slow at last-- but the pressure was soon replaced with pure, crushing weight. Drawing deep breaths and letting loose lowing moans, Mina was leaning down over her mount, her hips working into a steady, balls-deep grinding. She was throbbing powerfully, he realized-- her swollen head dragged around his insides like a cannonball in his gut, and though she was hardly moving at a fraction her former speed, his tailhole was burning with friction around that thick, vein-webbed beast. She had worked herself right to the edge-- and she was riding it carefully now, just teasing herself with his ass. Pillows of warm flesh spread on his back to either side, and steadily weighed down atop him, rolling over his sides. Her breasts combined weighed more than he did by his reckoning, but he couldn't help but tingle with a little thrill of joy even as he was crushed under them.
Over his head, the mousegirl gasped as her mouth was finally freed. Ardanis could only barely peek up under the crush of those hips, those tits, and the hand now half-leaning on his head, but the meeting of the two eclipsed the light-- the lover shared a deep, tender kiss over their fucktoy. He could feel both of them give fat pulses in response inside him. Much more affection and he might burst.
Ginger's desperate assault was finally smoothing as well-- she was on the same page as Mina. He could feel the tension in her rod, the desire for release as she steadily sheathed and drew her cock from his gullet over and over, a twitch of a hungry push now and then betraying her frayed self-control. Together, the two were sawing those voracious, lust-fattened tools through him in a teetering unison, perhaps competing to outlast each other in their lustful desecration of his body. It was clear to the feline, of course, that no matter what the turnout, it was his loss, in more ways than one.
The hand finally whipped off his head so suddenly, Ardanis jerked up-- only to be shoved down as the softest hundred pound weights he'd ever had the dubious pleasure to encounter nearly enveloped him in sweaty titflesh. The two were drawing into a tight, moaning embrace, and the heat was rising-- the two were jerking and rutting into him again, desperately giving in to their desires. He was shoved tight into the mousegirl's crotch under the weight, and she could only grind viciously at his face, throbbing in his neck as the heartbeats to detonation ticked by in a blur.
A heavy gasp sounded as the minotaur hauled back, and her cock was so engorged that Ardanis nearly swung back with it before it managed to jerk free. Her tits barely jiggled with the jerk around him before she was pounding home her final strike, her hips a solid wall that plowed her into the mousegirl's crotch and threatened to snap his spine as the minotaur cried out in lust, clutching to her lover, and the flood began. His belly seared, and he could feel for just an instant the curves of his deepest intestines as her seed flooded them before it was all just a wash of hot cream. Those orbs pumped powerfully against his thighs, dragging up and down against his sodden fur with each powerful pulse as shudders rippled through that powerful, half-bovine body.
It took a moment for Ardanis to even realize the shaft jammed in his throat was swelling and steeling with orgasm after he'd nearly been sundered under the minotaur's final stroke. His neck was hot and slick with her pumping juices, and the taste was already soaking into his tongue even as he swallowed down everything he could, as best he could wrestle his battered neck muscles to the task.
The desperate efforts of the past eon finally culminated as the mousegirl sighed and relaxed: her shaft slopped out of his throat, and he was allowed a moment to drink up sweet, musky air around her drooling cock. His gut was swollen with seed, his skeletal structure creaking dangerously, and he thought he might pass out from heat exhaustion at any moment, but he finally had air. He couldn't help but let it go in a deep, relieved sigh.
A chuckle rolled down from somewhere high up. "Did someone enjoy himself...?" Those massive mammaries rolled about a bit on his back before finally heaving up, leaving his back chilled and moist. The single motion stirred that massive shaft around his insides in a befuddling manner, and he thought he felt a few fresh gushes promptly pump into him in response from her end. Her hips shifted, grinding in again a moment, and he paled slightly. He had to get off that thing before she decided a round two was in order. The minotaur had stamina to match her mythic heritage.
Coughing and clearing his throat several times, the feline dragged himself up, forcing his battered body to coordinate itself into some kind of living mass again, as opposed to a gelatinous fucktoy that happened to have some bones in it. He even managed a harried little smile. "Nothing could beat putting a little loving to one of you ladies' delicious rear ends, but I'm glad I had the chance to return the favor." It sounded almost delusional once he'd actually said it, but hey, he could dream. The two were already exchanging bemused looks and giggles. "But now, I think I could really use a shower." He excused himself rather hastily, giving the minotaur a strained apologetic look as he shifted to drag himself up and off her rod. She pouted, a hand closing on his hip-- for a moment, he almost thought she'd shove him down to the hilt again, but she only steadied him as he stumbled up and off the bed.
"Hmm, I suppose we'll just have to have fun without you, then." Mina smirked, teasing the feline as she slowly unstrapped her lover. By the look on Ginger's face, though, he reckoned they really might keep going even without him. They were absolutely insatiable, these two. Ardanis excused himself again with a weak smile and retreated to the bathroom before he got dragged into another round.
He almost wondered why he kept coming here-- but hell. He couldn't fool himself-- there was nowhere he'd rather spend the night than at the girls'.