So incredibly lucky

“Give me your phone.” Jackson tells you and you hand it over without thought after unlocking it for him. He scrolls through your contacts and soon selects a number.

“Hello Mrs-“ He begins having apparently called your mother. “Yes this is Jackson. I’m just calling to let you know Andrew’s gotten a little cock drunk so I’m going to take him home with me to keep an eye on him.”

Part of you was beyond mortified at being described as ‘cock drunk’ to your own mother, a much larger part of you was glad that master was being so considerate of your mother. Your memories tried to reassure you that wasn’t anything wrong with being **** down into the submissive state that any Neko could find themselves in after a sexual encounter with a human. In fact you should be glad you were in such a state with a human that intended to take care of you while you were **** like this and not just abandon you. That didn’t help the part of you that was mortified over this though, since your memories told you that part of being taken care of like this almost certainly involved a good hard dicking.

“Yes I’ll have him back home by noon tomorrow.” Jackson promised your mother, then paused as the unheard half of this conversation continued before further responding. “No I’m not going to collar him while he can’t think straight like this, I was raised right I’ll only take a Neko that wants to be mine.”

That at least was somewhat reassuring. Though you were shamed to admit it was also a bit disappointing. Was there something wrong with you that Jackson was going to make you beg for his collar? What were you thinking with that thought!? You didn’t want to be owned by anyone not even Jackson! Right? But the part of you that thought that was being increasingly outvoted by the part of you that was looking forward to cashing in your anal v card.

While this minor existential crisis was going on, Jackson finished his conversation with your mother, returned your phone, and paid the bill for not only his order, but the coffee you had before you tried out the rule book. Then he pulled you back up to your feet, tucked your shoulders under his arm and led you out of the shop. You pressed yourself closer into his side and began to affectionately rub the side of your face against his chest. Jackson's body was so warm and comforting, you wanted to drape him over yourself like a blanket. Your mind filled with thrilling images of him pinning you up against a wall or into a bed. The thought of him holding you down and taking completely control of you was such an exciting prospect you found yourself growing just a little hard at the thought of it.

Lost in your fantasies you don’t really remember the walk to Jackson’s house. Certain snap shots do stand out in your mind. A group of catboys and girls crowding around the window of a clothing store where a small feminine mannequin showed off a stylish miniskirt and crop top combo, with a diamond studded collar around the throat. A man with a body builders physique sitting on a bench casually groping the chests of a pair of catgirls sitting on either side of him. A pair of total dude bros walking down the street with maybe half a dozen nekos following them on leashes. A business woman at the mouth of an alleyway counting money while a pair of guys behind her spit roast a catboy. A man and a woman having a knock down fistfight with each other in front of a pair of nekos. When the woman won that fight, one cat girl threw herself into the woman’s arms, they hugged and snuggled together, then the woman hooked a finger around the collar of the catboy of the pair before dragging him away with her. The boy glanced back at the man who was still lying on the ground knocked out with a sad look on his face.

Eventually you reached Jackson’s house on the edge of town. It was just as your remembered it, a typical suburban home, not too expensive, the McDonald family wasn’t exactly swimming in money, but it wasn’t poor either. In the old world, Jackson was the oldest of four siblings, his father was a police detective, his mother was a housekeeper. He had a brother who was just a year younger than him and every bit as massive called Johnson. Johnson also played sports, track and field as well as lacrosse, but unlike his older brother he didn't try to make waves in the school and mostly just hung out with a small circle of friends. You liked him, he was a pretty down to earth kind of guy, but you didn’t share many interests with him so found him a little bit boring. Jackson also had two siblings who were still in middle school, a pair of fraternal twins named Alyssa and Anderson. You didn’t know much about them as you had never really met them. It wasn't like you spent a whole lot of time over at Jackson’s house after all, the two of you were friends but you were hardly joined at the hip or anything.

According to your new memories, Johnson was also human and so pretty much the same as you remember him. He mostly hung out with other humans but he did have a few neko friends who were essentially untouchable at school since they were under the protection of both McDonald boys. Sadly your memories also told you that those nekos had let their status go to their heads and they were the closest things to neko bullies you could find at your school. His other two siblings were both nekos you think. Mixed families were actually really common, every child had an equal chance of being a human or a neko regardless of their parentage. Your family was no different as you had a human older sister.

You half expected, half hoped, to end up in Jackson’s bedroom within minutes of entering his house, and so were surprised when Jackson led you to the living room instead. He sat down on the couch and pulled you down with him to straddle across his lap, one hand running briefly through your hair before grabbing the back of your head, the other across your back to push you close. Before you could ask him what he was planning he had his lips pressed against yours, slowly working your mouth open and then he invaded your mouth with his tongue.

You melted under his attention of course. The kiss stole your breath away and you were happy to give him whatever he wanted from you. He allowed you only brief moments to come up for air before he sealed your lips to his again and again, while his hand inched it’s way up your head to begin scratching your ears. The twin sensations of your ears in heaven and tongue in complete command of your mouth had you sinking deeper and deeper into a submissive bliss. In no time at all you were purring at that seemed a signal for him to start massaging your back.

You were erect in seconds and rutting against him in minutes. You felt your master steadily growing hard beneath you and the thought of what would bring only drove you grind harder against him. The hand on your back snaked downward as you did so and began to grope your ass. That felt way better than it should have as well and you were soon torn between rutting forward against his pelvis and grinding back against his hand.

“My God Andrew.” Jackson said as he pulled back from you for a minute, during which you started rubbing your cheeks against his. “If I had known you could be this much of a eager little slut I would’ve had you blow me months ago.”

“Sorry master.” You half whined at the thought of all the time you had waisted just trying to fiends with him instead of his cum slut. “Didn’t know your dick was so perfect until today.”

“Well we can more than make up for lost time real soon little kitten.” Jackson promised as he stopped scratching your ears and started scratching your chin instead and that felt even better somehow. Your eyes closed as your head turned up and you thrust your chin out giving him the best access you could to this new erogenous zone.

As you did, Jackson pulled your shirt off. With one hand he groped half your chest, while his mouth closed over one of your nipples and he began to suck on it. You tried to moan in pleasure, but refused to open your jaw less you interfere with his ability to give you more chin scratches and so it came out as a kind of mewl. That only spurred him on as he started playfully biting at your nipples and sucking hickeys into your chest. Your mind was now completely free of all thought, consumed utterly by the wonderful feeling of his teasing touches, you lost all sense of time caught in a mind-blowing continuous moment of pleasure.

“My God is that frigid little Andrew you’ve got on your lap there?” A new voice called out as someone entered the living room.

“Don’t be a dick Johnson.” Jackson reprimanded his brother. You felt a small spike of anger at the other McDonald brother, not for what he said, but because his interruption had pulled Jackson’s mouth away from your chest.

“I’m not,” Johnson denied as he came up behind the couch a looked down at you. “I’m just surprised is all. The boy always seemed so dead set on getting a cat girl to notice him, that I never expected him to realize what he was actually born for. What changed his mind?”

“I think it’s because Jeff was about to take him.” Jackson responded. That might have been right but you weren’t really in a position to confirm or deny it. You were too busy trying to press yourself back into Jackson’s embrace, you wanted his attention right now and weren’t interested in anything other than what his hands could do for you.

“Aww.” Johnson cooed. “Poor little thing, no neko deserves that fate. Mind if I have a taste of him?”

“Yeah go ahead,” Jackson offered, “But be gentle. It’s his first time and he deserves for it to be special.”

Johnson took a seat next to his brother and soon pulled your head over to his so he could kiss you deeply as well. You mewed and purred happily under his attention. Two humans wanted you at the same time? How wonderful could this day get?

Once Johnson had gotten a proper taste of your mouth he leaned you over to drape your body across their knees. Johnson took over petting your head and scratching your chin leaving you on cloud nine. Unlike Jackson, he let his fingers ghost over your neck from time to time. They were just feather light touches but they put the thought in the depths of your mind about how easily he could wrap one of his big hands around your throat and take control of your ability to breathe whenever he wanted. That he didn’t and instead continued to tease your sensitive nerves and drown you in pleasure made for a delightful contrast. Your new master wanted you to be just as happy as your other master did. They were both so good to you.

Meanwhile Jackson stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and got them both lathered in his spit before he reached under your skirt and started teasing your entrance. Gently he massaged your tight muscles to relax your little kitty rosebud. Occasionally he let up to tickle at your perineum before applying another layer of spit to his fingers. Your arousal swiftly grew under such an **** and soon your ass was starting wink open and shut eager for penetration. Shortly thereafter, Jackson stuck his finger inside you.

There was a brief spike of pain as you were penetrated for the first time, but since you were so turned on it was quickly swallowed by a powerful orgasm. Your legs dug into the couch to lift you up as your hands grasped at Johnson’s shirt and your little sissy clit dribbled out what little sperm it had managed to build up since you shot off your first load sucking Jackson off. You were left seeing stars and screaming wordlessly as the aftershocks rolled through you. That was way more intense then anything you had ever experienced while masturbating and he hadn’t even hit your prostate yet.

“Isn’t he a messy little thing.” Johnson observed tilting your head up so you could see the dark whet patch you had left in your skirt once your vision had cleared. “A real squirter, and just from getting opened up at that. Maybe we should get one of Anderson’s cages to lock him up so he doesn’t make too much mess.”

“I doubt these tiny sissy nuts have much more even in them.” Jackson said as he cupped your marble sized balls with his other hand and stroked them a few times. “He’ll be firing dry shots soon enough. Besides I like the sight of a sissy covered in their own cum. It’s just about the only thing a sissy’s cum is good for, giving their bellies a good glaze. I wouldn’t want him making any more stains on his skirt though. Let’s get that off him.”

Jackson did just that, leaving you in nothing but your pink striped stockings. Then his finger went right back up your ass as he worked it around to slowly spread you open. Johnson turned himself around a bit on the couch so you lean back against his chest and watch as Jackson continued to play with your but. Both of his hands were now on your chest, teasing your nipples and groping you. You almost missed having his fingers in your hair though, until he ran his tongue along the back of one of your cat ears before nipping playfully at it. That made your eyes go cross as you moaned in pleasure. That moan turned into another high pitched yell when Jackson got his second finger into you.

Quickly you found yourself getting hard again, which amazed you. The first rational thought in some time crossed your mind as you recalled that part of your new rule said that catboys came super easily from getting fucked in the ass. As the implications of this fact finally began to occur to you, Jackson got knuckle deep into you and found your g spot. Your vision whited out again as you had your second orgasm in the last five minutes. This time Johnson held you in place as you road it out, trapping your hands to your chest and keeping you from bucking around. This meant Jackson was free to continue finger fucking you which stretched you orgasm out long after your penis had finished dribbling out its little load.

Their **** on your body continued for what felt like an eternity, though the one clock you could see indicated only thirty minutes had passed. Gradually Jackson worked you open until he had four fingers in your ass. His other hand alternated between tickling your taint and jerking you off whenever you got hard. You quickly lost track of just how many times you had been thrown over the edge, after that second shot you were left having dry orgasms as your little sissy penis spasmed trying to unload your completely drained balls. Johnson kept you pinned in place against his chest with one hand, while his other played with your chin, ears or chest as he pleased. Occasionally he licked or nipped at your cat ears, or turned your head up to kiss you. All you could do was moan like a whore as your mind utterly turned to mush from all the pleasure.

“Jackson could you be a dear and set the table for dinner?” A woman’s voice called from kitchen. The thought that other people in the house could hear you falling apart from the attention of two men should’ve mortified you, but you paid it no mind.

“Of course mom, just let me wash my hands first.” Jackson answered before pulling out of you. “Would you take care of Andrew for a bit bro?"

“No problem man.” Johnson answered.

You whined in protest over feeling so empty without masters glorious fingers stretching you out. But Johnson put an end to that as he dropped your head down between his knees and started rimming you. His tongue was soon inside you, and while it wasn’t a thick as Jackson’s fingers had been, it was wet, very flexible and still long enough to find your prostate. In no time at all Johnson brought you to another orgasm made all the more intense by how good in felt to be completely wrapped up in him as the blood rushed to your head.

Johnson continued to eat you out as you heard more noises come from another room. You couldn’t focus on any of that though. Johnson would ravish your hole, drag his tongue up your taint once you started growing erect and then swallow up your dick, sack, nuts and all in his mouth and give you a mighty suck before working his way back down to your ass. With your arms completely pinned to your chest by his legs you were utterly helpless before this relentless cycle of pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity he finally flipped you over and set you on his lap. You were left panting heavily, your eyes sleepy, your body totally limp and submissive. All you could do was learn back against your master and hope your endless purring let him know how gloriously wonderful he had been to you. Johnson looked pleased as punch to have left you in such a state. He draped your arms over him so you could cuddle up closer to him and then he stood up and walked away from the couch carrying you with him.