I don't know that it's healthy to measure things in terms of my own voyeurism, but it feels like an eternity since I've had a chance to clandestinely watch Flint and Scarlett have sex. I don't even feel weird about it anymore. The sex part, I mean, the spying on people I still feel a little weird about. But since no one in the house ever really shuts the door or gets upset at being watched, and I've performed oral sex on everyone at least once, it doesn't feel like that much of a transgression.
The sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom draw me, but more than that, the smells. The humans don't count on that I can smell their arousal pretty easily. In some cases, from the other side of the house. Like, for example, this case. Lots of scents given off by sweat, but what mostly lured me was, of course, the undeniable lure of someone getting Scarlett excited. The scent of Scarlett's pussy could wake me from a deep sleep.
I don't go right up to the door this time. There's no crack to look through anyhow, the door's wide open. I stay down the hallway and peek around the corner, letting me see pretty clearly into the bedroom.
Scarlett is already entirely naked, just seeing her gives me a shiver of delight. Flint is still mostly clothed. She's got his shirt open and his belt undone, but that's all. I remember a time when this would have made me jealous, but now I'm honestly am a little frustrated that his cock isn't out yet.
She's got him backed up against the dresser. They're whispering things to each other that I can't quite make out, even with my ears. Scarlett glances to the side, down the hallway. I almost think she spots me for a second, but her attention is immediately taken away by Flint grabbing her around the waist and scooping her up. In a single fluid motion, he moves her up and places her butt atop their tall dresser. I'm always amazed at how strong he is.
He pushes her back a little and then grabs her legs just above the knees, spreading them wide apart. I shiver a little, thinking about what it must feel like to be manhandled like that. He dives his face directly between her legs, eliciting a sharp squeal of delight from Scarlett.
It seems strange to me for some reason, at first. It occurs to me that I've not actually ever seen Flint go down on her before. Or Sophie. I'm sure he does though, and not just because he looks like he's clearly quite good at it, from the way Scarlett squirms on top of that dresser. Of course, he'd take care to please his girls like that.
Part of me feels... not jealous, really, it's more like I feel like I should be doing this for him. Like I should be the one getting Scarlett ready to take his cock. Not that it's beneath him or anything, just that it's more my place. Not that I'm about to intrude and stop them for that reason. Both because I'm not about to just barge in, but also because I'm too hypnotized by watching him lick her into a frenzy. And trying to be a good boy and not stroke my almost painfully hard cock right now.
"Ooh, they're going at it. Why didn't you come get me?" Sophie forces a little jump out of me.
With the smells of sex ahead of me, I didn't detect her sneaking up. I manage to not make any noise and give away that I'm watching.
"What? Since when is it my job to alert you to fucking going on?" I whisper back.
"You are the watch dog," she shrugs and pushes me aside a little, scooting forward to see around the corner.
"I don't think that I-" I pause, wondering if I am indeed the watch dog. But that doesn't matter, it wouldn't apply to alerting the resident cat to sexual shenanigans, anyways.
I push her back a little, trying to regain my proper view. She remains steadfast, but I manage to get back to see beautiful Scarlett writhing around under Flint's tongue.
"Unf," Sophie comments, "His tongue is amazing, isn't it?"
"I, uh, wouldn't know," I reply.
"Oh. Yeah guess you wouldn't," she glances back at me, then returns her gaze. Can't tell if she's trying to tease me or not.
What I can tell is that while I'm doing my best to be a good boy, Sophie does not take the same level of determination to being a good girl. Being pressed against each other in this corner, I can plainly see her hands moving. And more than that, I can clearly smell her pussy.
"What... what are you doing?" I demand.
"What's it look like?" she says, showing no sign of stopping.
"You can't just do that!" I whisper-shout.
"Can. Have. Am," she snarks at me.
"You're going to get us in trouble with that," I chide her.
She looks back, "What? I'm the only one doing it."
She does stop then, but it isn't because I've got through to her. She pulls her hand up and smears her fingers across my face with a giggle.
"There, now you've got pussy smell all over your lips. Awful incriminating. Best not tell about how eager you were to lick me. You remember what happened last time," she smirks and goes back to fingering herself.
"That's... rrgh," there's no use trying to get through to her when she's being ridiculous and devious.
I do lick my lips. Obviously. I make sure that she's not looking when I do. Her pussy scent and taste aren't as magnificent as Scarlett's, but it's still pretty great. Not that I'd let her know that.
I return my attention back to Flint and Scarlett. At least as best I can, what with the body heat of Sophie pressed against me while she breathes heavily and eagerly rubs her pussy. The whole situation is a little intense.
Flint lifts Scarlett again with apparently little effort and lightly tosses her on the bed. She bounces with a laugh as she lands on her stomach, her perfect, round ass pointed up at him. He drops his pants and slaps his palms down on her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed.
Sophie grabs my hand and squeezes it and I reflexively squeeze back. Not even going to mention that her fingers are wet. I hold my breath without realizing it until Flint plunges into Scarlett from behind, at which point I gasp for air. Sophie does too. We're weirdly in sync about our enthusiasm for this.
The whole bed bounces with each thrust, his hips hammering her into the mattress. It amazes me to think how deep his cock must be going into her. Just like I would have once felt jealous about watching this, I might also have been upset by it. He's getting so rough with her... if I didn't trust him so much or know that she's into it, I'd be bothered he's taking her so hard. As it is, I just wonder what it's like. For both of them.
Very hard not to stroke myself now. Everyone's getting off but me, and I can even hear the sound of Sophie's pussy being stroked beside me. But I am a good boy, and I hold back. Even if I find that I'm ever so slightly thrusting my hips in the air, my body just greedy for some sensation.
He grabs her hair and pulls it hard, using it as a handle to steady her body while he fucks it. Every time something intense happens like that, Sophie squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back. Or maybe the reverse. Hard to focus on that now.
Flint lifts one leg and braces it on the bed, steadying himself. We both know what's about to happen and lean in, intently. His thrusts become slower but much harder and more deliberate. Scarlett starts to cry out and her pussy practically pulls him in with each thrust, clinging to him with each withdraw. Finally, we can see his balls tense and lift as the base of his cock throbs and pulses.
I don't know if Sophie can with a cat's nose, but I can smell his cum before I ever see it. His musk fills my nose before I see it leak out of her pussy from around his cock. I feel dizzy and am for once glad Sophie is there to lean on.
Flint releases a deep breath before he finally pulls free from Scarlett and collapses on the bed beside her. She immediately rolls over into his arms and rests her head on his chest. I don't know why I feel exhausted just from watching, but I have to catch my breath too.
Doesn't happen though. As we're given the view of Scarlett's open legs and Flint's semen leaking from her, Sophie chooses this moment to break our cover. Our hands still clasped, she takes me with her. I'm not sure that was part of the plan, since she stumbles once she starts dragging me after her. I'm barely able to get to my feet and proceed with a series of trips all the way to the bedroom, where I finally disentangle my fingers.
My forward momentum places me squarely on my knees beside the bed while Sophie leaves me behind dives between Scarlett's legs. Her mouth being busy leaves me in the awkward position of explaining ourselves.
"Hi," is all that jumps from my lips as I look up at Scarlett and Flint.
"You-" Scarlett gasps as she lightly pushes on Sophie, laughing, "We have little spies, it looks like."
"Um, in fairness, you did leave the door wide open," I point out.
Flint shrugs and looks to her, "He's got us there."
Scarlett giggles and leans back, releasing Sophie to do as she likes. She smiles at me and beckons me over with a finger. I find myself crawling to her as she spreads her legs wider. Taking me by the hand, she guides me in right next to Sophie. Without prompting, I eagerly slide my tongue over her pussy, licking wherever Sophie does not. I can taste every bit of their lust. Not just her pussy, but his cum and both their sweat and all the little scents and tastes in between. It makes me a little lightheaded in its intensity.
Scarlett lets out a long groan and leans back, laying against the side of Flint's chest as he scoots over behind her. Her fingers dance over the hair of Sophie and I as she watches us go down on her. There's an odd level of increasing cooperation between us with these things.
"So eager, the both of you," she coos at us, fingers stroking our hair, "But I don't think you bounded so excitedly in her just to clean me up."
Patently untrue. Not just because I was dragged along and hadn't planned on charging in here at all, but I absolutely would come in just for that purpose. Not that any part of me would refuse further attention.
"I should like to play with my little pets further... but who should be the subject of our attention?" Scarlett asks.
She tightens her grip on our hair and pulls both our faces up from between her legs. We look up, lips soaked from her pussy, to see her smile expectantly. I think carefully about my response, but Sophie proves far more impulsive about this.
"Acorn!" she declares with a grin, "Do something to him."
I open my mouth to speak, then close it when no words appear in my head. I'm certainly eager to receive any attention from my humans, but I can't shake the feeling that Sophie has somehow sold me out. What seems oddly generous from a cat usually has an ulterior motive.
"...Okay," is all I manage to follow up with.
