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Terri lounges in a net hammock, wearing only a pair of old tube socks. Tigerstripe Amazons created by Mark Parker and used with permission.
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Tigerstripe Six-Pack
An erotic Wormholes story by Dave Bryant
The Tigerstripe Amazons created by Mark Parker
This work is copyright 1998 and is not in the public domain
Tanith leaned her Amazonian frame against the wall in the quiet hall. So far, Baycon had been a blast, and the Red Lion was a pretty place. She indulged in some late-evening reflection, gradually noticing a quiet conversation emanating from the seating alcove around the corner.
A pair of young lovers were trying to come up with a place to disappear to for a few hours. Tanith’s muzzled face dimpled into a crafty grin as she listened. She had an idea. She put one gloved hand out and beckoned around the corner to the unseen pair with a, “Psst. C’mere, you two.”
Curious, the interrupted couple obeyed. They were a bit taken aback to be met by a seven-foot-tall tigress towering over them like a statue of Venus clad in high boots, fishnets, leather microskirt, and spandex V-cut top. That she wore no bra was apparent both from the top’s snug fit and from the nipples poking out like bullets—not only the ones on her breasts, but the vestigial ones marching in a double row down her belly.
“You guys want someplace to go to make some noise, right?” Before they could reply, she fished out a room key and held it up, peering over it at their puzzled faces. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll lend you this key, and you c’n go up ’n’ make yourselves comf’table, on one condition. You wait ’til my sisters ’n’ I get there to watch ’fore you really get started. ’Kay?”
They looked dubious, so she stepped forward and, after sticking the key partway into her copious cleavage, slipped an arm around each of them, hugging them to her. “C’mon, guys. It’ll be fun, and it’ll just be us. Don’t be shy.”
The couple were in their mid-twenties and of a height—tall. Their eyes faced her clavicle, and the boy hesitantly leaned forward and kissed her nipple. When she didn’t resist, he reached up to cup the breast. The girl divided her glances between her boyfriend and the tigress, and Tanith breathed, “Go ahead, honey.”
She leaned forward too, following his lead. Tanith sighed, “Oh, yeah, that’s it. Play with my tits.” Her eyes closed and her head tilted back a bit. She rumbled softly, peaking into a “whuff” when a hand briefly found its way under her skirt. After a few moments enjoying herself, she finally told them to go on ahead. “Shouldn’t take me more’n a few minutes to grab the girls, so you guys should just about be warmed up when we get there.” As they scooted off, she murmured, “And sometimes we like a little audience participation.”
Tanith’s prediction was correct; the two were nude and exploring each other tenderly as the six giants filed in with a clatter. The first one in stopped, her frilly skirt swishing around her legs, and smiled dreamily at the sweet tableau. The others pushed in behind her, a few with appreciative comments.
Tanith went over to the bed and leaned down to kiss each of the pair softly on the forehead. “These are the girls.” She introduced them, pointing at each in turn.
“Tricia.” This was the first one, who raised a hand shyly to wave like a little girl. “Tanya.” The Germanic tigress nodded crisply. “Tammi.” The brunette looked around startledly. “Terri.” She had an eyepatch and a mohawk, and stretched and grinned hugely. “Oriana, the boss.” The tallest one winked saucily. “And I’m Tanith.” Her voice dropped. “We like to shout out ideas, but don’t pay ’em no nevermind ’less they sound like fun. Just go ahead when you feel comf’table.” She stepped away and told the others she’d get the beers.
As she did, the two stars warmed up. Finally she whispered for him to lie back. As he did, she took him into her mouth, shifting to show off to the watching tigresses. They responded with whistles and catcalls, and one voice rang out with, “Yeah. Take him in deep, honey. Go for it all the way—I wanna see him come all over your pretty little face.” She rolled her eyes to meet his, and he responded with a slight shrug, so she set to with a will.
He disappeared into her all the way to the base, then she continued to move, bobbing her head this way and that. The audience was clearly enjoying the view, and the boy was writhing, grabbing at the bed. Finally, when she felt him tighten, she deftly slipped off him, her tongue lingering to bring him through.
He fountained, spattering her face only inches away, earning cheers of delight. He lay breathing heavily as she sat back on her legs, eyes closed. After a moment, she felt tongues licking her face clean. Her eyes flew open to see whiskers and muzzles. A voice tickled in her ear, “Hush, honey. Enjoy.” She glanced out of the corner of her eye. Another tongue was washing her lover, hardening him for another show. Her eyes drifted shut again and she felt warm.
Finally, after a long, deep French kiss on which she tasted her lover, a cool draft told her that the girls had withdrawn, and she turned back to her companion. He had been readied by skillful ministrations. They reached for each other, caressing again. Another suggestion came. “Turnabout’s fair play, boy. Lick’er ’til she wriggles like a fish.”
He grinned; he liked that idea. She sat against the headboard and he dived down to lay on his stomach. She went limp against the wall as he licked at her, his hands roaming over her skin, caressing breasts, torso, flanks, legs, and moving occasionally to join his tongue. She gave whispered directions until he found the right place and galvanized her. She gasped and her eyes snapped open again, to take in an image of the tigresses, now naked and sprawled about. She could clearly see their excitement; they were swollen, pink, and wet. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the waves of sensation emanating from below. He alternated punching her buzzer with exploring into her.
After what seemed like endless minutes, she had reached the point where the exquisite feelings had nearly turned to pain. Her voice was rough as she mumbled, “Enough.” He scrambled to his knees and kissed her softly, caressing her breasts.
A rusty call came from behind. “How ’bout the main event?” There seemed to be general agreement to this notion. Instantly a debate broke out. “Doggie-style.” “Missionary.” And more. Finally, Tanya’s near-drawl broke in with, “Female superior. I want to see every stroke.” There were chortles of agreement.
The girl nodded to her lover, who slid down until he lay on the bed, face toward its foot. She awkwardly sidled forward until she straddled him, reached down to guide him, then slowly sank down onto him, shuddering as she was parted. She slowly rocked back and forth, sometimes glimpsing the tigresses through slitted eyelids.
Her mood heated further as she noted them watching avidly, a few absently caressing themselves here and there. Pacing herself, she felt the fire as his hands stroked and fondled with increasingly frantic roughness. After long minutes, he gritted that he couldn’t hold off, and she leaned forward until her hands met the mattress.
She bucked faster and harder until he went rigid and cried out. Partway through his orgasm, she rose up on her knees, hands on the back of her head. He slipped out of her liquidly, the last of his coming glistening where it landed on her legs, bush, and lower belly.
She expected a repeat of the earlier performance, and was not disappointed. Soft tongues soon appeared and licked her clean. She abandoned herself to the silky-furred arms and bodies that began to press close. She looked down to see that her lover was equally well taken care of, then sighed and leaned back in surrender. Pillowed on breasts nearly as large as her head, she was supported easily by the huge body behind her.
The six tigresses attended their guests hungrily, moving from one to the other as the fancy took them. Somehow, each of the couple ended up on a different bed, pleasured by acres of tawny fur. Sometimes one bedful would pause to watch the other, slowing their activities to stroking and caresses. And always there was soft, explicit talk and rippling laughter.
The girl was constantly wrapped in fur. Her sensitized body shuddered as the sleek tigresses moved against her. Tongues probed at her breasts, her face, her pubis, and everywhere else they could reach. She drowned in French kisses that tickled from whiskers, and moaned as hands cupped her breasts, stroked her body, and probed into her. She reached out, caressing whatever was in reach . . . faces, breasts, bellies and backs, arms, legs, tails, flanks, and the pink wetness she’d seen earlier. Soft, exotically mewing cries greeted her explorations.
Sometimes a pair of hips would straddle her face and she would breathe in a heavy, earthy perfume before burying her mouth in the slit so presented. In a way, it was a delight to be able to explore such generously proportioned slits, moving from clitoris into opening across centimeters of muskily lubricated, delicately sculpted pink flesh. Twitches, throaty rumbles, and giant, thickly nailed fingers tangled in her hair rewarded her enthusiasm.
Every so often, she would stretch out on a carpet of striped pelt to watch as her exhausted companion was once again revived to service another of their enormous hostesses. First it was Tanya, who displayed a disciplined precision as she rode him, much as the girl had earlier. The powerful woman seemed able to instantly sense how close he was to climaxing, and adjusted her pacing accordingly. She had him completely in her power, allowing him to climax inside her only after she had shuddered through her own orgasm. Mingled liquids dripped as she swung off of him, to be eagerly lapped up by waiting tongues.
Tanith opted instead to shove her nosepad into his curly pubic hair; her elongated mouth and large head allowed her tongue plenty of room to toy with his shaft as he moaned and thrashed his head from side to side. Sometimes her mouth would open just enough to allow the others to watch as she played. It opened wide when his back bowed, and she laughed softly as thick drops runneled down her teeth and cheeks.
Tricia opened herself in a traditional fashion, clasping him close as he pumped into her. She giggled as he nursed at her inviting breasts and wrapped herself around him, her legs curled high across his back as he shoved closer and closer. She was more easygoing than Tanya, and let him pleasure himself with abandon. Though she did not climax, she seemed satisfied.
Oriana later slid into her place, and bodily lifted the boy into place straddling her ribs. She played with him until veins pulsed visibly, then carefully lowered him into the thickly furred hollow between her great firm breasts. Her arms went around his legs, locking them in place; they held the tits snug around his phallus as he stroked back and forth. She occasionally licked at the tip as it approached and, like Tanith, allowed his stream to drip from whiskers and cheek ruffs.
Terri wrapped herself around him, moving with feline slinkiness, until he panted heavily, then growled and presented her hips to him as she steadied herself on all fours. They rocked back and forth against each other noisily as he grabbed at her breasts, hips, and tail; she, in turn, tugged gently at his sac or reached back to tweak a nipple or stroke a leg. They pistoned to a rousing finish together. She jerked away in her ecstacy, letting a thin, glistening line run to the dock of her tail.
Tammi lay flat on the bed, her tail flipped over a shoulder and legs widely parted. He moved to push into her, but she shook her head mutely and reached back to guide him a short distance upward. When he hesitated, her lingering hand stroked him persuasively. Other fingers, laden with hastily obtained natural lubricant, joined in, painting the shaft thoroughly. Finally, he placed the tip against her rear opening and gently worked his way past the muscles. There was little difficulty, since all of the tigresses were built to a larger scale. She did little but languidly shift her arms or legs for effect, sparing her attention for sensation instead. At last he came once more deep inside her and, when he fell away exhausted, a warm, wet washcloth appeared. He was skillfully and thoroughly washed.
At last exhaustion claimed the participants one by one, and the two sleepy young lovers were tenderly laid side by side on a veritable carpet of gently snoring, softly curved furry bodies. Ω
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