Pet the kitty

Sue slowly approached the tiger-women, four of whom retreated to the corners of the hut while the last remained where she was, lying on her back, eyes closed, lost in self-pleasure. Looking down at her Sue remembered the first time she met Tigra, and how she had to suppress an urge to pet the woman. She knelt down and began to softly stroke the fine white fur of the tiger-woman’s belly. The smile and purr was expected. What was unexpected was the clawed hand darting up to catch the blonde’s wrist and drag it down between the tiger-woman’s damp, furred thighs.

The purr that came when Sue stroked the edges of her pussy lips, slowly pushed a finger inside, was deeper, almost a growl. The blonde found herself flushing, taking deeper breaths of the red flower-scented air and unable to look away as the tiger-woman’s hips began to rotate and her body began to writhe, leaving Sue unable to look away.

As Sue started down, hypnotized, her free hand was seized by the wrist. She looked up to see another of the tiger-women, a bit taller than the others and sporting a gold ring through her nose, pulling Sue’s hand between her spread legs, between her spread pussy lips. Sue did not resist, pushing three fingers into the tight slit, and heard a low growling from above, matching the higher-pitched mewling from the other tiger-woman as Sue plunged deeper and faster into her.

Then a third was stalking up. The blonde caught a glimpse of a slightly-notched ear and hungry, hungry eyes before she was standing over her, turning around, her tail lights brushing Sue’s flushed face, before lowering herself over Sue’s head, her thighs tickling the blonde’s ears, her cunt just out of reach of Sue’s slightly-parted red lips.

There were sounds of frustration as her hands were **** from the pussies of the two her mind had dubbed Slutty and Nose Ring and a hasty arrangement of furred bodies beside her as Sue stared up at the dripping pussy above her, smelled its musk, and hesitated.. this seemed to be stepping over a line, somehow. But the scent was growing intoxicating, the sight hypnotizing…she reached out her tongue gently stroked along the lips, tasting pussy for the first time. Her hesitation faded. She began to lick harder, faster, her pink tongue parting the pussy lips.

Notch shifted position slightly, allowing Sue to raise her head just long enough to see the last two tiger-woman, the striped patterns of their fur identical, slinking between her long, spread legs, sniffing intently. Then Notch descended once more and Sue was licking again and felt the rasping of two tongues on her pussy. A wave of heat swept through her and her tongue-lashing and finger-fucking sped and the others kissed and fondled each other above her tight writhing body.

A wild thought raced through the MILF’s pleasure-addled brain and was translated into reality in seconds and two ****-field dildos blindly plunged into the Twins’ pussies. They howled into Sue’s cunt and she felt lightning shoot through every nerve in her body, sending her out of control, turning her hands and body and mind into senseless fucking machines. The furred bodies around her were stiffening and crying out and she was stiffening and crying out but they didn’t stop and she didn’t stop and they didn’t stop…

***

Some time later Sue reclined on the tiger-chief’s massive mammoth-tusk and le0pard-hide throne and glanced over at the radio, then down at the naked, sated tiger-woman lolling at her feet. Did she need Reed’s help to free the tiger-women? Maybe all that was needed here was someone to teach them independence again. How to care for themselves, defend themselves, pleasure themselves. It would probably take some time. And, sadly, when she returned to civilization (If? When. When.) it would be an adventure of the Invisible Women that would have to remain untold.

Although she might have to share the story with Tigra, when next they met…