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While she prepared the young mother for more strenuous love play, Francesca writhed beneath her, soft moans reaching he ears as she lapped at the woman's clit. Her lips grew warm and plump as she sucked and licked, clit hardening and raising to meet her tongue. Nothing pleased Muca more than a lover's reaction to her expert touch. Gyorgy's tongue worked wonders on her own lips and clit, warming her up so quickly she demanded penetration from more than a mere two fingers. He grabbed Muca by the tops of her boots, and shoved her kneeling onto the ground.

"My Puss in Boots has a hot little pussy eager for my touch," Muca bit her lip to keep from laughing. Why is it when men are aroused they say the most ridiculous things?

"You're doing fine, Gyorgy. You'll go places with your talented tongue. How old are you? You're young for someone with so much expertise in pleasing a woman."

"I'm twenty years old this past summer. And I'm going nowhere but between your thighs, kitty." As he buried his face in her mound, she lifted her bum to give him better access.

So he's younger than I thought! I haven't had a young lover in a very long time. Between Francesca and Gyorgy, I'll never get any sleep.
She tightened around his fingers as he thrust them home against her most sensitive spot. So intent upon her own arousal was she, that she had forgotten to pleasure Francesca, who tapped her on the top of her head to remind her to get her tongue in working order. Muca giggled and licked her from one end of her warm slit to the other, making Francesca shiver with delight.

"Keep that tongue working on me, kitty." Francesca growled in the heat of her lust. Muca tightened her own pussy as the delightful voice purred in her ears. "You're amazing. And that tongue! Just a little rough, being you're a saucy pussy."

True, even after transformation her tongue never became completely smooth. When a new lover experienced her textured touch for the first time, she enjoyed the moaning, crying, and agonized writhing. Francesca's body twisted and tightened as Muca went down on her. Muca turned into a quivering and aroused bundle of lust.

Gyorgy entered her without warning. She straightened her back, momentarily losing track of her ministrations to Francesca. Not many men took her by surprise in this manner, and she tightened around him at the excitement of being grabbed and pinned. She liked the way he took charge, taking her without asking permission, although she would have given him her body if he asked. That he didn't, made her want to turn on him and fuck him until he came hard inside her.

His cock was thick and rigid, filling her to the brim. He thrust into her, all the while strumming her clit with his fingers, driving her mad with ecstasy. She writhed in his grip, his expert thrusting and fingering bringing forth erotic sensations she hadn't felt in far too long. She plunged her fingers deep inside Francesca, and the woman wriggled as Muca went work on her core. Her bud stood erect in her mouth as she nibbled and sucked. A few fingers found their way to her taint and pressed gently against it, and with a shudder Francesca's body tightened like a coil and sprung free, writhing against the man whose hard arms continued to hold her steady. Muca lifted her headlong enough to see milk pour from the ecstatic woman's breasts, flowing over her mounds and spurting in the air. Muca hadn't seen such a sight in many years, and the gushing fluid made her hot and sweaty all over. Her fingers never missing a beat as they rubbed Francesca's clit, fluid gushed from the mother's core, smearing its warmth all over Muca's hand. She buried her face between her folds and kissed her with passion. Her feminine musk aroused Muca. She came hard against Gyorgy, who pounded into her flesh with such abandon Muca feared he'd push her face-first to the floor. Waves of pleasure rolled over her body as she came around his hard cock. She tightened, loosened, then tightened again, never coming up for air and not once releasing Francesca from her sensuous grasp. Although she arched her back in the throes of her orgasm, removing her mouth from Francesca's sex, her fingers worked the woman inside and out as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

With a cry, Gyorgy exploded inside Muca, grinding his cock in corkscrew motions inside her until he collapsed next to her, his face resting against her bum. She rested, with her face against Francesca's belly as she stroked her breasts with her hands. They stroked each other, brother caressing sister, lover caressing lover, until a strapping sunburned gentleman stood before them, carrying a tray. Muca recognized him. He was Francesca's husband.

"You three look like you need ale," his deep voice boomed against the beamed ceiling. "Sit up, drink, and catch your second wind. I see you enjoyed yourself, my lovely wife." His gaze traveled from her hazel eyes and down to her full breasts where he stopped long enough to lick his lips with desire she felt as much as he did. When he saw her boots, she watched the confused recognition wash across his face. "And who is your alluring friend?"

Muca stretched and accepted her beverage. She guzzled the ale, surprised she was so thirsty. "I'm your friendly Puss In Boots who greeted you earlier in the day. My Master the Marquis of Carabas will help you get out from under the ogre's thumb."

His raised eyebrows belayed his surprise and amusement. "You don't look like a cat now. In fact, you look much more delicious. I could eat you." His grin warmed Muca's heart, as it spread up his face to crease his warm, chocolate brown eyes.

She laughed, a hearty sound that reverberated around the Inn. "Indeed, I'm not your ordinary cat. This is my transformed state, since I'm a magical creature. Your wife and her lover were kind enough to help me feel welcome and at ease in your lovely village."

"Stay with us for the night, Muca," Francesca said. "We have plenty of room. There's a guest room, or … " she gave Muca a coy smile. "You may sleep in my bed with me. Tibor won't mind."

"There's always room in our home," he said. "The baby's even quiet. Such a good boy. Our eldest daughter watches him when we need time alone."

"Absolutely I shall sleep with you tonight," Muca said. "I need lots of rest before I leave in the morning to deal with the ogre. He'll be out of your lives in no time. Wait and see."

Muca and her new lovers couldn't get out of the Inn fast enough. By the light of the full moon,, they raced down the road, with her in her human form, stumbling on rocks in her stiletto boots. Once inside Francesca's cottage, they headed immediately for the bedroom. Tibor opened the arched windows, letting in a cool breeze. Francesca flitted about the room lighting candles on the tables and in metal sconces hanging from the dark wooden ceiling beams. The delicate light cast a soft glow around the homey room, setting Muca at ease. Gyorgy helped himself to a cobalt blue glass bottle sitting on a rustic dresser next to the bed. He popped the cork, turned to Muca, and nodded in the direction of the lovely sleigh bed.

"Please lie down on your back. We have plans for you; our way to repay you for your help and kindness." Muca scooted backwards onto the bed as the scent of rosemary and juniper floated in the air, bringing an energized flush to her cheeks. Gyorgy sat the blue bottle back onto the dresser and rubbed oil on his hands while a puckish grin spread across his handsome face. Muca writhed on the bed, getting into a comfortable position for the delightful massage she was about to receive.

Gyorgy grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Instead of rubbing his strong hands against her calves, he held her fast while Francesca and Tibor pulled straps from the bottom corners of the bed.

"We like to get more adventurous in the privacy of our home, my lovely puss." Gyorgy held her legs fast while Francesca and Tibor strapped her into restraints. Losing control of her movement excited her so much her body began to shake with the thrill of her vulnerable state. She lifted her arms above her head, and Francesca and Tibor fastened her wrists into comfortable plush cuffs. Face up and spread-eagle, she watched them, relishing her position of total submission.

Francesca knelt before Gyorgy, fiddling with his slacks until she lowered them to the ground. He stepped out of them as he pulled his shirt over his head. He wore no under-garments. The powerfully built man, who towered above her, pumped his erect cock with one hand while he fondled Francesca's ample breast with the other. His long, black hair fell across his chiseled features, not quite masking his aroused expression. Milk from Francesca's breast trickled down his arm to drip on the floor.

"Come here," Muca growled. "I want to lick your arm."

She purred as she ran her tongue along his warm skin, tasting the sweetness of Francesca's life fluid. Gyorgy held his cock to her mouth, fisting her hair with his free hand.

"Here, taste this."

His cock tasted of olive oil, rosemary, and juniper. One of her favorite food combinations that made her mouth water so much drool rolled down her chin. He thrust in and out of her mouth with such abandon she almost didn't notice the pair of strong hands that kneaded her calves. Tibor knelt between her legs, massaging her skin until it tingled.
When did he remove his clothes? I had no idea he was naked.

She writhed on the comforter, as aroused by his passion as she was by her own. Gyorgy grasped her face between his palms and guided her mouth to his cock once again. Restrained and at their mercy, she gave in to helplessness and deep arousal as both men worked on her most sensitive spots. Gyorgy worked her breasts as he thrust into her mouth, and Tibor buried his tongue between her folds. She tightened deep inside, needing one of them to enter her.

When Francesca held up the glass dildo, Muca wondered if the lovely mother had read her mind. Hands slick with oil, Francesca lubricated the dildo and then with a smile, slowly penetrated Muca.
Ah, she warmed it! She knows how to pleasure me.

Muca clamped down on the rigid toy, which was long and as thick around as a kielbasa. She arched her back, resisting the restraints, and her helplessness aroused her even more. Gyorgy pumped into her mouth as Francesca pumped into her pussy, both holes being sated at one time.

Gyorgy's body grew taut as he approached his climax. Muca watched the muscles on his belly flex with his movements, and with a deep groan, he came in her mouth thrusting into the back of her throat. She straightened her neck to take in all of him, swallowing cum that tasted sweeter than she expected.
He must not eat much meat, being poor…
His cum dribbled down her chin. Francesca licked it from her face, sharing his sweet nectar when Francesca slid her tongue into Muca's mouth. Muca jerked her hands hoping to squeeze Francesca's breasts, but she forgot about the restraints. Disappointed, she struggled with her aroused state.

"Nothing to fear, love," Francesca whispered in her ear. "I know what you want."

She lowered her blouse until her breasts drooped over Muca's face. A droplet of milk fell from one pert nipple, landing on Muca's lips. She licked off the sweet fluid, and gazed into Francesca's eyes, begging for more.

The mother rubbed her full breast over Muca's face until she took her nipple into her mouth. It didn't take much of a suck until Muca tasted the delicious ambrosia that flowed with such ease. As she sucked, Tibor rubbed his fingers against her swollen clit whilst Francesca worked that glass dildo deep inside her. Gyorgy left her side but she was so intent upon Francesca's delicious breasts that she soon forgot about him – until tiny tines scraped against her arm, making her skin erupt in goose bumps. She gasped with delight at the thrilling sensation. Francesca giggled, making her breasts bounce against Muca's face.

"Ah, I see Gyorgy has brought out his favorite toy. You'll love this, Muca. It's one of his more clever inventions." She grabbed his wrist and held his arm up. Two metal spikes built into a ring sat on his middle finger.
So that's what he dragged against my skin, making me quiver so. I want more!

"What is that?" Muca asked.

"I call it a 'cat claw'," Gyorgy said. "I created it myself. I'm a blacksmith, you see, and when I'm not shoeing horses –"

"He shoes women," Tibor said with a chuckle.

"It's quite enticing," Francesca said. "Let him run it over your skin some more. Use a little pressure, Gyorgy. She'll love it."

As he dragged the Cat Claw over her forearm, she shivered at the sheer thrill of the erotic sensations it brought out in her. He pressed down hard, allowing the sharp tines to leave indentations in her flesh but not break the skin. Without missing a beat, Francesca moved the dildo slowly in and out of Muca, keeping time with her fevered writhing on the bed. She pressed her breast against Muca's cheek, and Muca turned towards the mound, taking that hard nipple once again into her mouth.

She closed her eyes to enjoy the full rush of her senses: the sweet flavor of mother's milk, the smell of rosemary, juniper, and olive oil, Tibor's labored breathing as he approached his wife from behind to enter her, the sharp tines against her belly as Gyorgy pressed the Cat Claw into her skin. When Francesca flicked her thumb over Muca's clit, Muca arched her back and came with a cry muffled against the young mother's breast. She groaned and twisted on the mattress, under the full spell of a climax so intense she lifted herself from the bed. Francesca groaned in her ear as the woman came, followed by Tibor's fevered thrusting at his own climax.

Spent, the four of them collapsed on the bed, which was much larger than most beds in which she had the pleasure of past trysts. She slept well, without fevered dreams she suffered for her years of living from scraps. In the morning, her new lovers surprised her with a breakfast so hearty she nearly returned to bed to sleep off the meal, but she had business to attend to. Very important business. She bid them farewell, promised to return in a fortnight with good news. She refused to reveal her news until she saw the fruition of her great plan. She left with the hot sun shining on her fur as she sauntered down the road on all fours, tail twitching behind her in excitement.