Help out Helena

Your catgirls, at least those in the room, are getting more and more excited. Just a few days without sex has left them hungry for your cock. Lessia is soon wrapped in Yvonne's arms, the tall girl pulling the princess to her chest. Lessia is exploring the fur of Yvonne's triplet stuffed tummy and her heavy, muscular tail is swishing from side to side. Clearly Lessia's gentle touch is just what the doctor ordered.

Sandra has eased herself onto the couch with Alice. They're both looking on at the orgy, almost like they're feeding on it. Sandra's red furred hand cups the golden furred breasts she convinced you to make. Alice doesn't object - she groans and rolls on her back to allow her pregnant partner better access to her chest.

Closer to the bed you spot the girl who needs someone to help her relax. Helena looks like she was about to catch Bethany by the tail but the green eyed minx moved out of reach. Possibly trying to make things less strange for Lessia, she slips her arm around Yvonne, who purrs and nuzzles Beth's neck.

Before Helena can turn around you step up behind her and wrap your arms around her. She almost jumps and screams, but when she sees who's holding her she presses backward, rubbing her flexible spine and the root of her tail against your belly and crotch.

"My, my you're getting big," you say as your hands press lightly against the soft white fur of her belly.

"Yes... do you like it?"

Still she lacks confidence. You wish you could find the people responsible for crushing her spirits so thoroughly . "Do I like feeling our big, strong, beautiful baby growing inside you?" You slide your hands all over her belly, dipping low so the fur near her clit moves around. "Yes, I love it. I love you."

She presses back even harder, purring loudly like a house cat enjoying a tummy rub - which, you suppose, is quite an accurate metaphor.

"I missed you!"

"I was gone little more than a day."

"Still" is all she replies as she tugs you toward the bed.

It's the way she says it. Helena really did miss you. It's not put on, it's not being said to guilt you into anything. It's just honest, heartfelt desire to be with you.

You notice Bethany, Lessia and Yvonne looking your way and you whisper in Helena's ear, "Are you trying to put on a show for the princess?"

She kisses you and whispers back, "Not just her." More loudly she says "Yes, I want to feel you deep down at my very core." With that she climbs onto the bed and lifts her ass in the air, doggy style. Scratch that - from now on you'd say kitty style is a far more appropriate name for this position.

Helena looks back over her shoulder, her bright green eyes wet with tears of happiness. "All the way" she purrs. Her tail stands up straight in the air above her.

You knead her rump, then her flanks, then the sides of her breasts. Teasing and prolonging this moment so Helena builds her desire like a static charge. Finally you aim your shaft carefully at her thin slit and ease into her body. Nine months of pregnancy have shifted her innards and moved her cervix closer to her labia. Helena knows full well that when she takes you from behind your cock will hit her there.

But Helena is a funny girl. Few girls enjoy anal but Helena loves it, fewer enjoy when their sensitive cervix gets prodded. But when she's turned on enough Helena seems to stop feeling pain in any meaningful way. Her mind starts twisting it into pleasure.

You don't want to hurt her, so you move slowly until you feel yourself bottoming out inside her belly. She purrs even more deeply, deep enough you can feel that through the tip of your cock. Then she arches her back slightly, actually rubbing her cervix against your pole quite deliberately.

Your hands slide back to her flanks and stroke the fine fur of her pregnant belly. "Such a naughty girl. You know our daughter is on the other side."

Helena murmurs to herself and rocks her hips in a circle. Inside her birth canal your cockhead traces a rough circle around the edge of her cervix. She lets out a happy laugh and then does it again. It feels delightful. You feel the baby shift and reposition against your hands. Oddly it's almost like you're cradling your unborn daughter.

In a hurried tone Helena whispers "Hush now, baby. Mommy... mommy needs this so bad." She rolls her hips a few more times. She's so close to cumming but she runs out of energy and face plants into the mattress. "Please, John, please help me," she whimpers.

You could easily move your hips and set off a fireworks display inside Helena's head. But you're loving this too much. Through your fingers your magic flows, revitalizing her body. "You can do it Helena. Rock those lovely hips."

She does. She plants her elbows and knees and sets about rolling and shifting her ass in ways that only a dancing girl can. Especially with you supporting some of the weight of her heavy belly she's able to grind your shaft against her deepest recesses until, finally, she cranes her head back and lets out a long, satisfied "Meowwwrrr".

With such a display you can't help but fill her with hot cream. As you recover from the hot, loving sex you see that Helena has pressed a hand to her tummy. She's curled as far into a ball as she can and whispers "Please baby, stay inside a little longer. I need that big, hot cock."

You massage her neck until she falls asleep and then look around the room to see which girls need your attention.