Alice arrives to supervise

"You naughty, naughty man," you hear from behind you. The voice is all honey and silk, a deep purr buried under the words. For just a second the lusty tone makes you think it's Sandra, but then a pair of blonde furred hands slide around your shoulders and start gently massaging Helena's forearms.

You decide to play along and say, "Alice, we're just sitting in the bath together. I don't know why you always assume I'm doing something naughty." Helena, who's still impaled on your cock, shifts slightly, possibly trying to get up. But her first sex since giving birth has left her an uncoordinated mess and she finally settles for collapsing sideways against Renee, who holds her and strokes her fur.

Alice moves around the side of the bath until she finds a spot where she can lounge and massage Bethany's ears. She smiles at you and says, "How can you say that when you've snuck off with all your youngest wives? I've been talking to Sandra - I'm the oldest of your wives, the most mature and experienced, so it's up to me to watch out for the youngest and most impressionable of your wives."

"You are the most mature?" asks Lessia, barely keeping herself from laughing at the act Alice is putting on.

"Wait," says Renee, "That can't be right. We aren't the youngest, are we?"

Alice smiles devilishly and replies, "Sandra kept track of these things." She points at Bethany and says, "Everyone, meet our youngest wife."

That gets some surprised gasps. Renee says, "No way. Bethany is so nice and quiet. And she knows a lot."

You rub Bethany's shoulder and say, "That doesn't mean she's older than you. She just spent a lot of time in the library. My library and then, I'm sure, the palace library."

You never really cared about their ages, but the new information Alice is drip-feeding them has got your wives rather excited. Alice can see it too, and she swings her finger around in little circles, keeping them guessing. "Our next youngest is..." she flicks it around and stabs toward Lessia.

That draws a big gasp from Renee and also from Helena, who's starting to recover. "No," says Renee. "I can't believe that! Lessia is soooo much more... everything. She's so mature, so organized."

The princess blushes furiously at that, so you say, "Nobility and royalty get a lot of training at a young age on how to act. Lessia has spent years learning how to be a proper lady."

Alice says, "And our princess didn't lose all her memories within the last year or two, so she's got a head start. But that doesn't change the facts - and the facts are that Bethany and Lessia were born less than a month apart."

You rub Bethany's hand and say, "I had to pick just the right girl - someone Lessia would connect to. I would have picked you even if you were years older than Lessia because you two so obviously match, but it was even better that you happened to be the same age."

Lessia smiles and says, "You are naughty - picking just the right catgirl for me. Did you know I would... desire her?"

"No, I didn't know you well enough to predict that. But whether you liked men, women or both you certainly needed a friend."

Lessia tears up and whispers, "Thank you". Then she takes Bethany and pulls her to the other side of the tub so they can cuddle.

Bethany lets out a contented purr, always happy to snuggle with her princess. She turns and asks Alice, "If we're the youngest, who's next?"

Alice swirls her finger around like a magic wand, finally pointing it straight at Renee. "She's only two months older than Lessia."

"Me? No way, I always thought Helena..."

Renee's words get cut off when Helena laughs and says, "I'm older? I always thought of Renee as my big protector." It's quite a funny statement - since Renee is just 5'2" not many catgirls could call her big. Helena takes Renee's tail in hand and asks, "Will you still protect me if I'm older than you?"

"Of course, silly," says Renee. "Besides, I bet you're just a few weeks older."

"More like eight months older," says Alice, shocking them both.

The black furred and white furred catgirls freeze up. Then Renee pulls Helena in and says, "Mmmm, that much? But I don't care, you'll always be 'little Helena' to me. I spent too long feeding you soup and rolls of smoked meat, getting your strength up." Helena loves that answer and curls up against Renee, purring away.

Lessia has a peculiar expression. She says, "I suppose I cannot ask 'What about our other wives?' as we are living in sin, so I will ask 'What about our other loves?'"

"Loves," says Alice, "I like that. Hmmm, next youngest would be Doe, just three months older than Helena."

Bethany says, "I would have expected her to be one of the oldest. She's so special."

"Yes, but there you go," says Alice. "Our 'first catgirl' is actually pretty young. And our baby crazy redhead of a wife is not that much older - about two months or so."

"Mmmm," says Helena, "I thought Sandra would be pretty young. She's got so much energy."

"Are you saying I don't?" asks Alice.

"You save it up and use it all at once," Helena replies.

Alice considers that and says, "Yeah, that's fair. Anyway, Sandra and Yvonne were practically born on the same day. It's crazy that they were also saved on the same day. Anyway, moving on, there's your big sis, Harmony - she's about half a year older than them."

"Harmony I expected," says Renee, "but Yvonne's another surprise. So young."

"Yeah. Yvonne's big friend Kyelle is three years older than her - so she's not just taller but older too. Maybe Kyelle can learn to boss Yvonne around."

Just about everyone laughs at that. No way that Kyelle, with that shy streak of hers, is ever going to be ordering Yvonne around, three years older or not.

"And that just leaves me", says Alice. "The oldest and wisest of all of us. A full two extra years of wisdom on top of Kyelle."

Lessia rolls her eyes and asks, "What is your wisdom, great mentor?"

Alice stretches and scratches her tummy. "Well... all this time we've been talking John's sexy shaft has been recharging. One of my younger wives should really take care of that for him."

Lessia looks over, peering through the soapy water. With four catgirls sharing the tub and wriggling against you and each other you have indeed developed another erection. The princess looks back to Alice and says, "You are indeed wise, great mentor," and squeezes Bethany's bum. Your youngest wife giggles and slides forward, perching on your lap.

Bethany has been squirming with excitement since Helena rode you and Lessia cuddling her only delayed things. When she settles atop your hips she looks down at you gleefully. As she plants your staff inside her pussy she takes your head and holds it to her chest.

"So I'm the youngest," she says, rocking her hips. "Is Alice right? Are you really naughty for wanting me?"

"Someone had to be youngest," you tell her, giving Beth a pat on the bum. "So I guess I'd be naughty anyway, since I want all of you."

She doesn't do much talking after that. Your youngest wife is far too busy working your manhood in and out, back and forth. So many babies on the way but still Bethany makes love as though she wants you to pump more little ones inside her. The only things that distract her are giving you kisses and looking back over her shoulder to see what Lessia thinks. From your position you can tell that the princess is loving this and there's a strong chance she'll ambush you herself the next time you take a bath.