Cat Katie Kitten Ch 10 Kitten Tail

Katie's head rolled back, letting her hair flow down towards the floor. Her thighs twitched, closing involuntarily for only a second around Savvy's head then sprung back into the comfortably neutral position the swing's ankle bindings encouraged from her. Her arms rose above her, held in similar, familiar bindings around her wrists.

Her moans filled the bedroom, coaxing Savvy to continue her efforts with fingers and tongue. She'd lost the dice game for the third week in a row and her lovers opted to try and make her squirt again- a feat she failed to repeat since piercing her clit. Orgasms still came easily, though not the gush of fluids accompanying a full body release.

Through the haze of pleasure stoked by Savvy's skilled fingers squirming about inside her pussy, stroking and prodding secret pleasure nodes, or the efforts of her full lips and practiced tongue pulling licking and suckling everything from her navel to her tailbone and all the way to her knees, she'd discovered Savvy clearly lost the focus of her mission and fallen intoxicated by easy flowing nectar.

Cum drunk Jerry called it. Savvy sometimes became drunk on orgasms. Not her own, but what she could swallow from others. And wasn't there something in the news several years ago about someone making beer from pussy juice?

Savvy hit a sweet spot, and not for the first time today, Katie's hips jumped. Arching in the restraints, she climaxed hard against Savvy's hungry mouth. Every muscle ached in the way a good long workout will make you satisfactorily sore. She trembled. She sweat. She called out hoarsely, her throat as dry as her pussy was wet.

She didn't squirt.

Her body collapsing back into the seat of the swing, Katie impaled herself on the long jelly double-headed dildo Savvy snuck up to introduce into her asshole. Aided by saliva, her own cum and other lubricants, her own weight pushed the tip through her tight sphincter ring and deeper into her body than Jerry's long, large fingers regularly probed. Savvy fed even more in, making her cry out in surprise more than pain.

"Yellow!" she croaked, her mouth 'dry' compared to the rest of her body. She swallowed hard and gave the code word again. "Yellow."

Savvy backed the jelly cock part of the way out of her, but not all the way. Throwing her free arm up over Katie's tight belly, she rested her cum-drenched chin on her lover's smoothly waxed mound.

"How yew doin' Katie Kitty?" she panted, grinning broadly. She couldn't conceive of a better way to spend a dull autumn Saturday than between her girlfriend's legs. Unless she herself sat in the swing. After a long week of client crashes and late-night repairs, making Katie cum over and over made a welcome distraction. She kissed her prisoner's mound.

"Bitch, quit fucking my ass for a minute and let me catch my breath, will you?" Savvy stopped the slow, wicked motion of the dildo, leaving somewhere between three feet and six inches still stuffed inside her sensitive back hole.

Once sensitive and uncomfortable, Katie now enjoyed the attention they both gave her ass. Fingers, tongues, toys and plugs filled her regularly, if not deeply. She thrilled to wear the jeweled princess plug at work, especially during meetings, though she hard pressed to explain why it turned her on so much. Probably something about kinky and forbidden pleasures. The first days with her body jewelry sent her to the bathroom to rip off her damp panties more than once. Maybe one day soon she'd try wearing a shibari rope harness under her clothes for a day. Savvy wanted her to try remote controlled panties.

But she simply couldn't relax having her ass fucked. Fingers were fine in moderation but toys and cocks up there made her tense up and jarred her out of the mood. She'd helped Jerry pound his eager wife's back door from inches away, lapping up the seductive flood of lust flowing from Savvy's horny pussy while his big shaft stretched her open. She'd even worn a strap-on and filled Savvy's hole herself, listening to the drawled lust and encouragement while they double teamed her holes.

"Need a break?" Savvy sulked, somewhere between delirious and disappointed. Katie's cunny hunny made a heady brew and she didn't have her fill yet. Besides, her next gorgeous squirt lurked right around the corner, she could taste it!

"Overdid it with the dildo?" Jerry released Katie's wrists, rubbing life back into her arms. He'd finished all over her mound before his wife took over, licking his sweet creamy cum off the smooth skin of their lover's pussy.

"Yeah," Katie nodded, bracing herself on his broad chest, waiting for Savvy to unbuckle her ankles. "The first few inches and working up slowly from there I could handle, but the jarring 'Surprise! Anal!' jabbing into the back of my throat...not so much."

"Oh come on now!" Savvy protested, waving the now free toy around like a rubbery pool noodle. "Yew got eight inches tops! Maybe nine. And Jelly Belly's not even half as thick as 'Pea-Wrecks' there!" She pointed it generally in the direction of Jerry's half-hard cock.

"'Jelly. Belly.'" Jerry raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you start naming them?"

"Ah saw tha meme 'bout Andy's Mom havin' toys naymed 'Woody' and 'Buzz' too and it tickled mah fancy." Savvy smiled sweetly, tossing the toy onto the bed then starting to free Katie's ankles.

"I'm afraid to ask...'TRex'?"

"PEA-Wrecks," she corrected. "Big ol' monster tha wreaks tight little pussies like mine and Katie Kitty's. Pussy Wrecker. Pea Wrecks."

"I am sad to admit when she makes any sort of sense." Katie slid out of the swing, steadying herself on Jerry's arm. "I need to take a break. Sex with you two is great for my abs but I've lost track of how many times I've cum so far."

"Twelve," he stated, rubbing her back firmly.

"Eighteen," Savvy countered, punching him in the upper arm. "You missed a couple peein' and gettin' a drink. What DO we wanna do then? Chinese takeout? Jan Mee makes tha' Hunan Beef Ah like."

"Jan Mee closed last week," Jerry notified them, casually knocking Savvy onto the bed before scooping Katie up and tossing her down next to her. "Found out when I drove past. Big sign in the window. Gone for good."

"Damn. And they made good fried rice too," Katie bounced purposefully on top of Savvy, pinning her to the mattress.

"Teddy's playing at the RetroRoom in Palm Springs tonight," Savvy offered with a grunt from under her girlfriend's chest. Teddy Finnegan not only played bass for a Brit-Pop revival band, but worked with Jerry as his master mason. He and his wife also enjoyed 'special friends' status and Katie participated in a small orgy with them during a weekend getaway shortly after her divorce finalized. "We could make a night of it!"

"I'm down," he agreed, grabbing Savvy's outstretched foot, threatening to tickle her. "We'll swing into Bob's Big Boy in Calimesa on the way and grab an early dinner. Do we take Katie's car, or Maybelle?"

"If we're going to a Brit-Pop Revival concert at a Hollywood Glam gay bar, we simply HAVE to take Maybelle of course!" Katie affirmed, wrapping her hands around Savvy's wrists, pulling them up over her lover's head and stretching her on the bed. Quickly, she swung her own body up and over, kneeling astride them and pinning both arms under her butt. "And dress up!"

"Deal," he agreed, now holding both of his wife's feet in one hand and tickling with the other. Savvy laughed and thrashed under Katie, who added to the assault by going after her ribs. "But I'm not going home with anyone but you two."

The next weekend they drove to Pasadena to finally meet up with the mysterious Andrew in person. Recently returned from a trip, he invited them to spend the day at his home where they could discuss how he could help them over dinner.

Both Savvy and Jerry warned her to pack a small overnight bag because 'Andrew's dinner parties tend to turn into overnight slumber parties.' and it paid to prepare accordingly.

She and Savvy followed Jerry's rumbling motorcycle through the city and up into the hills of Pasadena. When the elevation started to rise, the roads began to wind and the yards grew bigger. Houses with fenced in backyards hid pools, gardens and green grass. Katie couldn't help but draw a contrast to the densely packed hillside below the famous Hollywood sign, where the road suddenly turned into one lane in a switchback and traffic jammed with aggravated tourists trying to get close to the famous landmark.

They drove around one last corner to come upon the house, a two-story Mediterranean sitting back away from the road. The front of the building, save the tall windows over the front door and the garage, presented an unassuming blank face to passersby. A privacy obsessed celebrity might maintain the tall wall shielding the backyard from view to keep out troublesome fans, so it didn't appear unusual in this part of the city.

Jerry stretched, already off his bike before they parked, reaching high to playfully slap at an overhanging Jacaranda bough while walking over to help Savvy out of the car. He started around to Katie's side when the front door opened and the owner appeared.

"Savannah! Gerald! How good of you to visit!" Andrew called, jauntily coming down the steps in khaki shorts, sandals and a Hawaiian shirt probably appearing on the original Magnum P.I.. Greeting Jerry with a firm handshake and broad smile, he then wrapped Savvy in a familiar hug, turning at last to her. "And you must be Katherine! An absolute pleasure to meet you!"

"Thank you, but please- call me Kate. Or Katie." She took his offered hand, but instead of shaking it, he turned her wrist and kissed her fingers. If anything, his smile somehow grew wider.

"Absolutely not," he laughed. "I'm surprised they didn't tell you about my little quirk with names. I hope they didn't leave anything else out."

"They did mention something about a weed-whacker and tentacles," she mock-conspired with him loud enough for the others to overhear. "And a pool full of pudding..."

"They told you about that?" he laughed, offering her his arm. "It's SUPPOSED to stay hush-hush! But what's an alien probing among friends? But still, if you know about it, then maybe you're not as 'pure' as your name might suggest."

"Pardon?" she asked, more than a little confused. She already understood why Savvy and Jerry liked this easy-going man.

"Your name- Katherine, it means 'pure'. Though I daresay, since you associate with these two, your purity is more of a spiritual freedom of strife than a virginal body." He led them up the stairs to the main part of the house, Jerry bringing up the rear. "Names carry power. It's why superheroes and wizards of any real renown never use their real names!"

"I'm not following," she admitted, glancing around the spacious entryway and the light streaming in from the windows overhead.

"Of course not, you're walking beside me," he quipped, patting her hand on his arm. "Names are something of a mania of mine. They do more than slap a label on you for people to identify you. In my experience, people who live up to their names usually live the best possible existence. For example- Savannah means 'wild, open grassland'. You cannot honestly argue she's not wild and open. A little harder with 'Gerald' since he doesn't really carry a spear. You could stretch it to work around the whole carpenter gig or the pleasure his *ahem* 'spear' brings to you two, but that's not really 'ruling by the spear' per se."

"His spear makes all kinda decisions fer me alla tha time," Savvy added while he led them through the house towards the open sliding doors leading out onto the deck and grotto pool. Katie's attention drifted from the soft leather chairs and couches of the living room surrounding a heavy wooden black coffee table set with probably not as purely decorative iron rings on each corner as one might suspect at first glance to the subtle erotic artworks nestled among the normal decor. A painted treescape on the wall hid lovers having sex in the negative spaces between the branches. She could smell sex in the molecules of the house and it immediately made her nipples tingle.

"Now my own name 'Andrew' comes from the ancient Greek, derived from the story of Anteaus the Giant and roughly translates to 'manly'. Depending on your definition of 'manly'. As long as we don't accept the 'All-American, beer swilling, gun-totin', offend everyone 'cause-fuck-em-that's-why' version. I prefer the 'courage and fortitude' definition myself." He offered her a lounge chair under a broad awning with a view of the pool and green garden beyond.

"So why won't you use a shorter version or a nickname then?" she asked, settling into the comfortable lounger built for two, drawing her feet up under her skirt. Savvy and Jerry took over a swinging loveseat nearby while Andrew sat on the end of another lounger not far away, steepling his fingers together. He talked with his hands, she noticed.

"Remember what I said about names having power? I believe wholeheartedly when I use your full name, I grant you all the respect and consideration you deserve. Calling you anything else means I don't consider you an equal. Shortening it means that you are somehow lesser."

"He saves it for people he doesn't like," Jerry added with a broad grin. "An under-the-radar insult."

"So if you start calling me 'Katie', I pissed you off somehow?"

"Rest assured you'll be made aware long before we arrive at that point, but yes, that is about the long and the short of it. Now, before we switch topics to why you came, would anyone care for a beverage? Kseniya makes moderately good cocktails." At the mention of her name, a petite young woman joined them from elsewhere in the shady green grotto. Graceful and moving silently, she wore nothing from the poof of light auburn curls on the top of her round head to her bare feet marked with designs drawn with henna except a bright, welcoming smile. She waved to the new arrivals.

"Katherine, Savannah, Gerald- meet Kseniya, my latest discovery and current companion. I met her on a recent trip to Belarus and invited her to come and house sit while I'm away, along with the other services she could provide. Her English is greatly improving, but she's recently stopped speaking for some personal vow of silence where she instead lets her actions do the talking. Endearing and aggravating at the same time." He reached up to pat the hand she rested on his shoulder. "She makes me feel like I'm failing the Bechdel Test in real life sometimes."

"Ah see tha 'clothing optional' rule remains in effect," Savvy smiled at the young woman, admiring her compact body, slimmer but of a comparable height to Katie. Small but pointy breasts and coppery skin that gleamed with suntan lotion or baby oil.

"Of course. No out of place tan lines in the California sun, at least not in my back yard. She's helping me with my recovery as my yoga and fitness coach. And as bright and sunny as her name suggests. Would you fetch us some drinks dear? I suspect Gerald would like the special reserve delivered yesterday and the ladies might enjoy your margaritas."

She smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss him, then bounced past the guests like an eager puppy, heading into the house. Katie and Jerry watched her go, admiring her tiny, tight bottom and full-body glowing golden tan until she disappeared inside. Though she did indeed resemble a small sun, Savvy ignored the young woman, staying focused on their host.

"'Recovery'? What dew yew mean 'recovery'?"

"You haven't been told? I expected Cassandra would pass on the news by now, but from what she told me, you two must keep her busy." Jerry snorted trying not to laugh, so Savvy punched him high on the thigh. Katie flushed, imagining the stories Andrew had been made privy to.

"Two years ago, I suffered a heart attack while in Oklahoma City on business. Pretty serious one too. Underwent open heart surgery to repair a valve and all the real fun stuff." He talked, unbuttoning his shirt to show them the scar running down his chest. "Spiffy new bovine valve took me out of circulation for most of the year. Marlene, my companion at the time, couldn't handle the stress after the first few months, so I sent her on to school with no hard feelings. Lovely girl with a kink for monsters and tentacles so I sent her off with a treasure trove of Bad Dragon toys to keep her company. She graduates from the Seattle Academy of Arts and Sciences in two years."

"Why didn'ya call me?" Savvy demanded, rising from her seat and wrapping her arms around her patron, settling in beside him on his chair.

"Because you were not only busy with your own life my dear, but not the right woman for the job. My contact list contains two RNs and four CNAs in Los Angeles alone. I called on Doctor Karen but she moved to Wisconsin five years ago. And I've never been great with my mailing list, so I lost track. I barely keep active tabs on most of you ladies after the first few years, I hardly expect the other way around."

"But still!"

"But nothing, Savannah." He took her hand in both of his, warmly smiling at her concern. "I took care of you when you needed it, and if I needed your help, I would call. You're not the right woman for that particular job, so I didn't call you. Now, if I finally stop dealing with third parties and sponsor my own cam-girls site, you're first on my list."

Further argument stalled thanks to Kseniya's timely return with a tray of drinks, including a tall mug of beer for Jerry, a pitcher of margaritas for the women (Which Jerry also helped himself too.), and a sparkling water for their host. After serving the group, the naked sunsprite joined Katie in her lounger, snuggling under her arm as though expected there. A warm hand stroked up and down her thigh. She smelled vaguely of cinnamon and smile with round pinkish cheeks.

They talked for an hour, discussing Andrew's heart condition and ongoing treatments, eventually changing topics back to the original purpose of the visit- Savvy and Jerry buying a house with Katie. They discussed size, price ranges and what the three of them were after for amenities, which Andrew took in and made suggestions and comments.

While they talked, Katie's new companion snuck a hand under her skirt and now caressed bare thigh. Nor did Kseniya act at all shy, setting aside her drink to curl closer until she could massage Katie's thighs and pussy with ease.

Casually sipping her drink, Katie gave in, shifting until she sat with her legs open and her skirt pulled up mostly around her waist. Only a drape of cloth hid the girl's hand massaging her crotch from view. Another pretty stranger making her horny enough to surrender her inhibitions. No embarrassment in putting on a show for Andrew, not that he noticed since Savvy stripped off her own dress so her patron could examine all her new tattoos, his slender hands roaming all over Savvy's now-naked body with familiarity while they discussed characters and actors with shared enthusiasm.

They kissed, her unpainted lips soft, warm, and welcoming. Katie felt delighted shivers go up her spine. Kseniya's tongue explored her mouth until she stopped and smiled, ever so slightly touching Katie's smoothly waxed mound. As they continued to share long, deep passionate kisses, she slid her hand around Katie's wet slit. She started kissing Katie's neck, shoulders, and chest where her blouse was open and showing skin. It was the softest, sweetest, most tender kiss she had ever experienced. Kissing Savvy was a rush of passion and Jerry's mouth was always eager and hot. At first it was just their lips touching, but she slowly opened her mouth and felt the tip of her tongue trying to make its way inside. Katie surrendered, and soon their tongues twisted and danced together as she cradled Kseniya's head in my hands. Then her hands grabbed Katie's firm thigh and pulled her closer. They held each other, kissing passionately, for several moments