Beastiality

One of my more clingy and affectionate kitties named Taisha, a large siberian tiger, is allowed to sleep in my fathers caravan. I inherited the trailer after my fathers sudden death. My father liked comfort very much. The caravan itself is separated into two part, the rather small front living and driving part and the rear “relaxing” part. Inside the relaxing part a big whirlpool is build into the floor and a huge divan, which rests on a water bet mattress and is clustered all over with large soft cushions, is placed on one of the side walls. The roof is made of perspex to allow a view into the sky while you are resting on the divan. My father loved to take a relaxing bubble bath in the rather large whirlpool and afterwards lay down on the divan and sleep his daily hard works pains away.
Back to Taisha. He had been very ill as a cub for some time so one day I took him with me into my fathers caravan and made him rest there, away from the other cubs, to cure him from his illness. My father was so angry at me, I really feared he would kick me out of the circus family at last. After I had explained to him why I had brought little Taisha with me into his sacred relaxing place and that I feared for his life and after I had wept many tears in fear for my small Taisha he little by little changed his mind and finally allowed Taisha to stay inside his private retreat and get well there.

From that time onwards Taisha demanded (by loud growling in front of the caravan door and pushing against it) to be let in, even after his full recovery. And - would you believe it - I sometimes caught my father laying together with him on the large divan, both deep asleep, side by side.

After my fathers death I created a large fence around the both caravans and placed the two big cat living cages also inside that outer fence. The cages serve as separate retreats for the lion and the tigers. Each cage has several separated regions for the cats to rest, eat and so on. They are all free to enter and leave their cages and play together or with their toys inside the large fence. I did this to let them work out their build up aggression at the various toys or in playful harmless ways together.

Ok, once more back to Taisha. He has a very deep affinity for water (like all tigers I ever heard of have) and he loved to share a bath with me or my father in his whirlpool very much. Taisha had developed - after his illness as cub - into a very calm and social big cat for a tiger. I believe that he felt somehow in a debt of honor for my curing him from his illness. He likes to be rubbed and crawled all the time, especially behind his ears and he really loves to be scratched softly under his chin. If you believe tigers can’t purr you are somehow right, but they can make low rumbling puffing noises and growls that sound very much like purrs but much much louder and stronger.

One day I took one of my very relaxing whirlpool baths together with Taisha. We both were totally enjoying it and I kept scratching him behind his ears. He had his head resting on my right shoulder and kept tickling me with his large moving whiskers in my ear. Silly cat. We both were placed on a build in step inside the whirlpool. Somehow it really got uncomfortable while time passed by in that very fixed sitting position with his weight on my shoulder. While stretching out my foot up to my toes I shifted my right knee a bit into his direction. I touched his right hind leg with my foot and stroke it up and down with my stretched toes to give him a nice body massage while I still enjoyed to scratch him behind his ears. He relaxed even more - if that’s indeed possible - and I kept my stretched foot going up and down his right rear leg. He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. I blinked slowly at him and he did the same towards me. That’s cat’s talk for “I’m very comfortable, how are you doing?”.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bubbling warm water all around me. Suddenly I felt my stretched toes touch something. I really had no idea what I possibly could have touched until realization dawned at me. Now I had a very hard time to suppress a burst of laughter. My foot was stretched out to the max and it was located - in sheer accident - between his rear legs by now. With my closed eyes I hadn’t been aware that I was scratching the inside of his legs and not the outside. It seemed that he had very much enjoyed my accidental toe fondling there because he clearly had become exited by the feel of it. At least that was the idea that had sprung into my mind and triggered my giggle. What else could I have possibly touched THERE?

I can’t explain why the idea hit me that moment but I really was deadly curious about the look of his member. How did it look like? What was the shape of it? Why did I never had cared or shown interest for it before? Why did it feel so strange to the touch? Questions after questions began clustering my mind and I burst with curiosity.

I have to admit that I didn’t had much sexual experience and interest by that time. I was nineteen and all my life had been the circus, the daily duties, the care for the four cubs. There hadn’t been much time for love and affairs of any kind. I had explored my body on my own - please remember that I had no one except men in my family to talk to - but that’s not the same.

The curious explorer that had been triggered loose inside me now definitely wanted to find out more and get some answers to the many questions in my head. I stretched my foot out a way more to reach further down between his hind legs. With uttermost care I started fondling around his tool with the top of my foot and it felt to the touch like a stretched middle finger that is lightly bent upwards. It had tiny rough parts all around it and was quite large, I guessed by the feel of it around 7 inches or so.

I hesitantly opened my eyes - somehow I feared his angry look fixed on me - but he still had his eyes tightly closed, resting his face comfortable on my right shoulder. I hoped so much for a glimpse of his member but unfortunately there was far to much foam swimming on the water and the whirlpool bubbles didn’t made it any easier.

Darn it! Getting a clear view of his erect tool seemed to be very tricky. I could never reach down to it with one of my hands while he had his heavy feline head rested comfortably on my right shoulder. I bent my right leg back into a sitting position on the pools build in step and carefully took his head into both of my hands while I kept crawling his soft white fur under his chin with my fingertips. I looked around for the towel that I had laid out ready.

He seemed even more contend and I temporarily rested his chin on my opened left hand - and that was quite a show of strength for me - grabbing the nearby soft plush towel with my right. I laid the furled towel on the brim of the pool and slowly, with extreme caution, rested his chin there, still crawling him all over softly with my fingertips. He never even blinked but had that “…I love your crawling soooo much…” smile on his beautiful tiger face. I kept scratching his head around his neck up to his ears with my now freed from his weight left hand and shifted my body sideways to the left on the sitting step, bit by bit slowly away from his large feline body.

He really is an enormous cat. He every time had to wind himself into the pool to get into a more or less comfortable position. I kept stroking his head with my right hand and started a very careful exploration with my left. I softly stroke down his neck, between his shoulders, and down his spine. I patted his flank but he still showed no notion of any discomfort. I reached down to his belly and he began to shift forwards lightly. My heart was pounding up to my throat. That was very dangerous territory I wanted to explore but the curious explorer kept pushing me further. My curiosity for his member really drove me crazy. He made a move into a more comfortable sitting position, his front resting on the pools sitting step, his rear legs folded beneath him.

Now I really was anxious to touch his member. I worked both hands down his belly and carefully nearer to my goal. Suddenly he moved back up from his new sitting position, stepped onto the pools step completely, flipped there on his left flank and sent a lot of the water over the rim of the whirlpool. He had placed himself now very comfortable on the build in step of the pool I had been sitting on while he still rested his chin on top of the soft rolled towel pillow I had made for him, eyes again closed and a smile like expression on his feline face.

Now there was my long hoped for chance to explore. I reached with my right hand between his front paws and kept scratching him there to get him even more comfortable while I reached down with my left one and very tenderly touched his erect tool between his legs. It felt strange, much like his tongue in surface but very hard and stiff. I very carefully touched along his tool from tip to base and it seemed to embed a solid inner structure, like a finger bone, and got structural supported by it. It felt similar to a long middle finger with the difference that it was a lot narrower at the tip and much broader at the base.

He trembled along his spine, shifted again on the step and turned his head into my direction with a “WHAT are you doing?!?” look on his face. I blushed - I mean - I felt like I blushed - I mean - I really felt kind of stupid, hot, guilty and ashamed at the same time. I wished for the floor opening and swallowing me up in an instant. I got a completely hot feeling on my face, became very nervous and very uncomfortable and had a absolutely guilty mind. I slowly and very careful backed away from him to the most distanced corner of the pool but he slid his rear down from the step into the pool again, stood on his rear legs and followed me there.

“That has been a MAJOR mistake you dumb cow!” I told myself. He kept moving towards me, half floating on his broad chest, half walking on his strong rear legs. I really was puzzled what to do next. He was a 700pd siberian tiger and I had done something to him that he didn’t like me to do. Now I really had a very SERIOUS problem.

He made a quick final float towards me and rested both front paws on each side of the pool’s step I had scrambled blindly backwards onto in a sitting position. Suddenly he started licking my face with his large barbed tongue from my mouth up to my brow with long delightful strokes. I was scared to death at first - seeing him open his mouth and his enormous fangs coming closer to my face - and was relieved afterwards when he started licking my face so much, I nearly peed into the pool out of shock.

“THAT WAS SO FUCKING STUPID OF YOU!” I yelled at me with my heart pounding to my throat. At once I started crawling his neck and down his two front feet and up his throat again, all around his face, behind his ears and under his chin. He wasn’t angry at all. He was puzzled somehow - as was I - but not at all angry. I calmed down slowly.

He kept moving forwards and shifted his weight onto his large front paws that now rested firmly on both sides of my sitting place on the step. I clearly got the impression that he was up into something. He kept licking my face all over and I got a quick accidental glance through a complete bubble-less space in the water. WOW! It seemed that he now really was exited. His member was fully extend from the sheath and looked very stiff and alive, pointing directly into my direction with it’s narrow tip.

I finally realized what I had triggered in my curiousness. The hot water, the many tickling bubbles around us and my fondling with his member had arose him so much, he now was in need to relief that tenseness anyhow. His body demanded sex with me, somehow, but he was clearly unsure about the how. I wasn’t of his kind and in a completely wrong position in front of him.

He wasn’t alone with that feeling. I also was completely unsure how to react and what to do next. Running was no choice with him standing in front of me, pinning me somehow fix onto the pool’s step. Running away in general is a very bad choice with big cats. Hitting him hard onto the nose to scare him away was an option to be considered but he was so passionately cleaning my face that I would have never been able to deliver that blow. That would have broken my heart.

“YOU started it, now you have to go through it!” I told myself and reached down with both hands between his front legs, down his furry belly to his erect member. I engulfed it very careful with both hands, having it slide easily between the index and the ring finger of my both hands. It felt so narrow on the tip but on the base it got very broad, even so I had no way to reach down that far yet. He at once shifted his weight back onto his rear legs, placed his both front legs up onto the pools rim in one swift move and began thrusting his hind legs forward into my awaiting hands. I couldn’t see much, my sight was blocked through his large furry chest but I felt his tool moving inside my hands and he started to become very noisy. He kept growling and moved faster with every stroke he made into my awaiting hands.

“You’re jacking off Taisha. You are jacking off a TIGER!!!” it dawned inside my mind but I could not think about it just yet. He increased his efforts. Big bashes of water kept swapping out of the pool and I swallowed a good deal of it. He thrust very hard towards my sitting position and into my waiting hands by now. I closed the gap between my fingers some more to hopefully increase the sensation on his members base without hurting him. With a sudden hard push forwards into my hands - while he scraped hard over both of my hand paws with his completely stiff and pulsating hot tool - he stopped all of his movement.

He growled a low grumbling growl that I could feel vibrating through the water and up my belly. I got aware of a warm smeary liquid that filled the gap between my hands in spurts and I felt it dissolve through my closed fingers into the warm bubbling water around us. He kept his stretched position for some time while his member twitched in rhythmic pulses inside my hands and he continued his low throatily growl. With another surprisingly swift move he pulled his member out from my engulfing hands, strained his rear muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member - in my shocked state it felt like watching every move of him in slow motion - while he jumped over my head. It looked very stiff, alive, erect and fleshly. He strolled to one of the carpets I had laid out around the pool and collapsed there, starting at once to clean himself (and his most private parts).

I sat somehow totally paralyzed by that short but overwhelming unbelievable experience on the step inside the pool. I really had just moments ago jacked off my lovely tiger kitty Taisha. I moved my securely closed hands above the water surface and opened them carefully. There still were some white smears of sticky fluid visible inside them. I blushed again - or at least I felt the burning heat of a blushing returning into my face. That had been a really thrilling new sexual experience for me (and him).

My somehow guilty mind called me a pervert slut but what had I really done? “Nothing wrong at all. The only thing you possibly could do in that tight situation. He demanded a solution and you gave that to him. Accept it as a friendly turn you did for your beloved Taisha. Nobody got injured so why having a guilty mind…” I finally convinced myself.

Now all my curiosity and kinkiness came back in an instant and I sniffed at the few remains of Taisha’s fun inside the pool with me. It didn’t smell like anything I had smelled so far. It had a very wild smell, like body odor but not so disgustingly strong, more like the faint musky note of a strong perfume. I dipped my index finger into it and gave it a small taste: Very salty and bitter…

Taisha had stopped cleaning himself and had quietly been sneaking over to me while I was puzzled by the moment and deep in thoughts. He gave the left half of my face another sudden cleaning with his large feline tongue and I took the chance and showed my two opened hands to him. He licked them completely clean of any remains and was absolutely into that clean up licking. That in turn was getting me hot and very horny.

“Taisha, I hope your first time with a female felt great?” I said to him and he licked my face some more. I reached down to my bath dress and opened the zipper in front. I had a real struggle stepping out of it inside the pool and Taisha gave me a very suspicious look. It must have looked very strange to him. I was literally slipping out of my own skin somehow directly in front of him.

I threw the bath dress with a quick move into one corner of the caravan and got myself into a very comfortable sitting position on the front rim of the whirl pool’s step. My legs were spread wide apart and I slowly moved my right hands ring finger between them. I gave my clit a very good and slow stroking, all the time thinking about Taisha and trying to remember the shape and feeling of his tool between my hands. That thought was so extraordinary thrilling, it turned me on like nothing had ever done before.

I arched my head back over the pool’s bulky rim and Taisha started to lick my face again from above. Oh yes, this was so arousing, pleasing myself in front of him, thinking of him all the time, getting licked by him on the face while I did this all.

It didn’t took me long to build up a very high tension inside my body. I became hot, very very hot. The warm water, my lovely Taisha licking me, the things I had done with him just moments ago still clear in my visual memory. I started whimpering softly while I got closer to the point of no return by each soft stroke with my fingertip.

With every moment that passed I got more and more unaware of the whole place around me. My own sexual tension totally engulfed my senses so I absolutely got caught by surprise when Taisha reentered the pool with one of his most elegant cat like jumps directly over my head and into the middle of the pool. Big waves of hot water poured over me and I nearly drowned. Now I really was mad with Taisha. He had stolen away my sexual relieve I so much longed for right now. I had been so close just a tiny moment before. My body still was on fire but all that erotic pictures in my head had been washed away. Darned cat.

Taisha turned around inside the pool and floated again over to me. He shifted his weight onto his front legs, settling them both firmly on either side of my sitting position and started softly cleaning my face. “Yes, you should feel very guilty now. You really spoiled my pleasure, kitty. That’s no excuse to lick my face…” I told him and wanted to get out of the pool. I somehow was very annoyed of him at that particular moment for stealing me what I had granted him without hesitation.

I had my elbows resting on the pool’s rim, pushing me up to get out. Out of a sudden Taisha started to lick down my throat and over my sensitive tits. Oh yes! That felt great, his rough tongue stroke over my hard nipples and my still erect tits felt like burning with a fire from inside. “Oooooh Taisha…” I whimpered. All the sudden I had a longing for sexual relive again that was stronger than everything rational left in my already tortured mind. I reached down between my spread legs with my left hand while I still latched tight to the rim with my right. I gave my hard clit a very soft massage, just strong enough to build up there an equally strong tension to the feeling I got through Taisha’s passionate licking of my breast with his wonderful rough feline tongue.

I was half way into a great orgasm. This couldn’t possible get any better. A very strong tension in my body kept building up very fast. I arched my back to get my body higher afloat - without any thinking about it - and to induce Taisha into licking my breasts all around and not only over my burning erect nipples. He got the idea at once and gave my tits a fine cleaning, all around them but never missing the hot spot on top. If I had felt hot in lust before, I was blazing now. That was simply impossible. It felt like rushing into a certain and absolute destruction, but I wanted it, I needed it desperately. I wished my body hot and ablaze like molten lava. I wanted the tension to overwhelm me, to melt my mind away in that burning heat. I whimpered so hard, I had tears of joy in my eyes. Maybe it only was my sweat dropping down into them but nevertheless my vision blurred and I could only feel - but I did that with all my senses. This was such a great joy. I became aware of that musky strong scent again and it drove me even deeper into my horniness. Suddenly Taisha stopped licking my beasts and in one smooth move maneuvered his front paws up again onto the pool’s rim.

“You stupid darned cat - damned - You! - YOU had your relieve already! - I WANT MINE - NOW - damn it! - oh please, please Taisha, please lick me further, please continue to lick my breasts, please, don’t stop now, PLEASE !!!” my left over piece of consciousness yelled at him in an uncontrollable fury of disappointment.

He again started licking all over my forehead instead of my breasts while my head still rested bent back on the pool’s bulky rim. All of a sudden I felt the tip of his stiff member scratching the back of my hand while I had my index finger deeply inside my pussy, massaging my clit as hard as I could endure to give me that last push that I longed so much for. At once I became fully aware of the situation, it felt like something hitting my head hard and bringing me back into reality in no time. The realization stoke me like lightning out of a blue sky: “He wants to mate with ME and maneuvered himself into a perfect position!”

“Let him, oh please, let him fuck me, don’t loose a second hesitating, PLEASE, I’m so cloooose, so darn close. Let him do whatever he likes. Please! PLEASE!!! I want him inside me! NOW! I can’t stand a second longer without sexual relief!” my subconsciousness yelled at me like a million voices at once.

“Fuck me Taisha, be a nice big kitty and fuck me deep, passionate and hard…” I whispered breathless, removed the finger from my wet glowing pussy and let his hard member take it’s place there. Very carefully I guided him into me with my now free left hand while I floated some space above the pool’s step. My back, bending my chest upwards in lust, had brought me there.

What than followed I can’t describe in clear words. It was like the hardest torment someone could think of combined with the most unbelievable joy one could feel at the same time, completely and inseparable mixed together.

He at first worked his penis inside me with very slow and gentle strokes. His rear pumped into me beneath the water surface, supported by his muscular rear legs. Ripples on top of the water surface built up and slapped against my chin. I felt like I was walking along on the edge of an unconsciousness. He sped up with ease, hitting my blazing clit hard with every stoke of his upward curved member. Every deep thrust he made into me lifted us both up a bit and we afterwards slowly descended down, drifting in the bubbling warm water, his member sliding a short way out of me and rasping along my inner and outer pussy lips and softly stoking over my sensitive clit.

He redoubled his efforts, his tool kept moving in gentle strokes fully into and back a short way out of me, sending spasms of joy through my whole slit, belly and spine. I was over the point and the hardest orgasm I ever had reached in my whole teenager live hit me like a divine force. I floated in mid air - at least it felt so - between heaven and earth. I moaned very loud, my back bending hard, my feet twitching on each side in uncontrollable convulsions of joy below the water surface.

I couldn’t think any more and clamped my arms and knees around him out of sheer reflex to the unbelievable joy. I wanted to hold him tight, to never let him stop his mating with me. His long soft belly fur brushed with each thrust that he did into me over my belly and my breasts. He finally stopped his movement and let out a loud rumbling growl I could feel resonating though my belly and up my spine and down into my still twitching legs. I felt his hot tiger seed spraying inside me, felt his penis pulsating with every spurt he made, felt him scratching over my clit with his large tool in that pulsing waves, felt all my vaginal muscles contract and relax uncontrollable around his large member.

That did it. My life was over. I felt like dying that very moment. A smaller second orgasm, triggered by his soft wet fur, his rumbling growl, my blazing hard clit and the sensation of his pulsating members inside me, hit me even harder than the first orgasm had. I was in heaven because that sensation couldn’t possibly be for real. I couldn’t hold back any longer and screamed a soft howl of relief and immeasurable joy. He made another short thrust into me and his tool spurt more of his sticky sperm into me. He finally roared with a piercing loud voice.

I - in a sudden shock by his loud roaring above me - let go of my clinch around his body and to slow in my somehow mindless stage became aware that I was floating directly beneath him, firmly settled onto his very large and stiff member. My letting go drifted me down some distance while I despairingly tried to reach ground with my stretched toes. I tried to get hold around him again but by doing so I completely unintentionally slit down along his still pulsating penis until I could feel his furry sheath entering my outer pussy lips and spreading them apart with a soft brushing sensation. He loved me for that complete unintentional move. His rumbling growl of pleasure on top of me tripled in intensity and another powerful hot spurt of semen shoot deeply into my womb.

I was completely spent. That was the most unbelievable thing I ever had experienced in my whole life. This fuck was so unearthly good. I tried to relax in that new position, having him buried inside me from tip to hilt and enjoyed the nice warm afterglow feeling that spread up and down through my whole body. I stood tiptoes now, searching hold on the ground of the whirlpool while I kept my upper body over water only by softly clasping his flanks again while I began to rub my both hands up and down his flanks and spine to show him my endless thankfulness. His tool continued to make soft twitching moves inside me and he seemed to like the feeling of my rubbing hands and my soft warm pussy all around his whole member very much. He made to my great pleasure no sign at all that he wanted to split our deep concretion too soon.

I suddenly remembered the jump out of the pool that he had made and hoped for good that he wouldn’t try such a stunt with me attached to him in that deeply way. My concerns were to my fortune without any reason. He seemed to enjoy every single moment of our deep connection very much. It felt so indescribable nice, that deep feeling of a physical and spiritual bond between us that I had with him now. Our warm bodies clung so close together, I enjoyed his company more than I ever could have imagined. He now not only was a part of my family, he was my lover now and I had become his mate. Now we belonged together. I couldn’t think of anything better that had ever happened in my whole life.

After some time I got aware that his hot sticky tiger cum leaked out of my pussy. The warm pool water entered me and I could feel it slowly mixing with his leaking out seed. His rumbling growl of relieve softened and finally ceased. We both stood still inside the pool, he stood with his dripping wet fur over me, I still clasped around his body directly below him and rubbed his spine up and down with my free hands in deep gratitude for him and everything he shared with me that moment.

He shifted backwards and his tool reluctantly gave way out of me. It hurt slightly, his sharp - through his excitement now fully extended - penis spines rasped against my inner pussy and all over my still blazing sensitive clit. He suddenly made one swift motion down and back and slit out of me completely in one fast move. I let go of him and my bum hit the step quite hard that I had been floating above a very short distance all the time. He again strained his rear leg muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member and marveled about his size and shape. I settled down onto the step and let my head fall backwards over the pools rim completely, the rolled towel where Taisha had rested his head before in my neck.

I was completely done and couldn’t believe what just had happened. I looked blankly onto the caravan ceiling and watched the fluffy clouds floating by through the perspex roof. I noticed the noises that Taisha made while he was busy cleaning himself. That really had been the best time in my life that I could remember. It had been the best fun I ever had. No, fun wasn’t the right word. It simply had been completely addictive. I had to do this again. Very soon. I had to get that wonderful feeling again…

Taisha came over to me after a quick cleanup of his private parts and positioned himself alongside the whirlpool’s rim, his face directly over mine. I somehow managed my left hand stroking him softly behind his ears.

“Taisha, that simply was unbelievable. I love you so much my kitty. Thank you for everything you just allowed me to share with you!” I whispered. I believe he understood the meaning of my words. He blinked slowly at me in response and I closed my eyes.

I woke up again a hour later or so. Taisha had gone outside to play with his friends. I still sat inside the whirlpool, my neck aching a bit because of the unhealthy position with that rolled together towel in my neck. I slowly got my head upright and tried to get my spine in a correct position again.

“Wow, that was the most pervert and unbelievable erotic daydream I ever had!” I thought and shook my head in disbelieve.

I sat up and climbed out of the pool. Only when I stood outside it I noticed that I was completely naked. Where was my swimsuit I always wore inside the pool? It lay in on corner of the trailer, messily and clammy. This simply couldn’t be true! I crouched down and reached between my spread legs. I felt slimy and a whitish fluid covered my index finger after I had pulled it out.

I still couldn’t believe that all of that erotic dream had been REALITY in spite of the hard evidence that I carried inside me…
Rajah:
A day later and after a night with a very pleasant and erotic dream about my whirlpool experience with Taisha I payed him and his friend Rajah an afternoon visit in their tiger’s cage. Taisha at once came over to me, rubbed alongside my leg and was the loveliest clingy big cat ever. His friend Rajah - a very big sumatra tiger - came over and also started rubbing against my side. I was tightly caught between two lovely playful big kitties.
I had fruitlessly tried to learn them some new tricks for the show. Now at least Taisha knew a very nice new one. Unfortunately it wasn’t a good idea to perform THAT one in public. Darn, this would have meant so much fun for both of us during the show.

I gave both of them a fine scratching behind the ears and they flopped down alongside the cage to get their tummies rubbed. I did so and soon we all three were part off a rolling around licking scratching tumbling patting furry mass of mingled bodies. When I left the cage half an hour later after uncountable tummy rubs, ear scratches and chin fondles Rajah followed me into the open.

“Had Taisha told him of our very pleasant adventure inside the pool in some strange way?” I wondered because in general Rajah wasn’t a very clingy kitty. “Rajah, what are you up to?” I asked him and only got a puzzled look in response. “Well, let’s find out together, shall we…” I told him and walked over to my dads trailer to enjoy another whirlpool bath, this time I hoped that maybe Rajah would join me inside the pool. I again got kind of a very guilty mind but I couldn’t help it. After my erotic dreams I longed for another adventure with Taisha but he had - to my great dismay - shown no interest in participating another adventure during our tight struggling inside the tiger’s cage.

But Rajah followed me on the heel today. He quickly entered the trailer after I had opened the door for him. I entered the caravan behind him, closed the door and locked it from inside. Last time it all had happened by complete surprise. This time I wanted to make sure that none could possibly disturb our playtime inside the whirlpool in any way.

Rajah at once placed himself on top of the divan instead of making a direct jump into the whirlpool like Taisha did every time we entered the trailer together. He took a comfortable rest on the divan and seemed to have plans for a comfy catlike nap on top of it instead of a bubble bath. Darn it! My hopes that Taisha had given Rajah any clues about our last time in the whirlpool were scattered.

The water that was swapping around inside the divan’s water bed mattress moved Rajah up and down in waves. He made a content look and seemed to like that extra movement below him very much. At first I had concerns that the sharp claws of my big kitties could damage the water bed mattress but they always behaved really careful on the divan. In addition the thick divan fabric kept catching any light scratches without allowing a deeper damage to the mattress.

I got over to Rajah and started to scratch him softly behind his ears. He really liked it and closed his eyes to completely consume my fine scratching with all his remaining senses. I climbed the divan and laid down alongside him. He as well is a very big cat, not as big as Taisha of course. He has around 500pd and isn’t as large in size as Taisha but more stout. I think that’s the reason why he always had been a subordinate to Taisha. He’s the calmer cat, too. Taisha is lovely and he would never hurt me intentionally but he also is very aware of the great powers he possesses.

Rajah instead is a very calm cat and you never really know what’s going on inside him. Maybe he had a bad start, left alone while I tended the sick little Rajah in my fathers trailer. I always felt slightly guilty towards him and gave him as much hidden extra care as possible without making the other cats jealous.

I slide my hands along his muscular body and along his spine and he started to wipe his tail from one side to another. That’s a general warning sign by cats, they are up into something if they “play with their tails” as I call it. Well, I kept stroking him carefully and he began to lick my face. My face was resting at high of is front paws on which he had rested his beautiful face to take a short nap. I gave his flanks another rubbing downwards and noticed his spine making a wavelike move from top to tail tip. It seemed that he really enjoyed my little body massage…

I stood up, stripped naked, put my clothes carefully aside and walked over to the pool. I had hoped that Rajah would come instantly over to me and investigate - he never had seen me naked before - but he showed to my dismay no interest at all. Instead he had closed his eyes as soon as I had started walking away from him. I slowly stepped into the pool’s water, sat down on the build in step and called in a very soft voice for Rajah to come by. He opened his beautiful eyes, looked shortly up but showed no particular interest in joining me inside the pool, instead he put his head back onto his paws and closed this eyes again, drifting off into a delightful little catnap on the divan. Now my hopes for another erotic adventure where really wrecked.

I gave up, tried to relax, closed my eyes and hoped to remember my adventure with Taisha yesterday in very vivid pictures. The idea alone that I had mated with him on that same spot I was sitting on now drove me crazy. I longed for Taisha so much right now. He was not here so I started slowly to massage my clit myself beneath the water’s surface.

It didn’t took me long to build up a nice tension inside my body with this very erotic and visual memories in my head. The bubbling water around me was hot and so was I. My clit felt hard like a sweet cherry, my slit felt on fire again and I soon noticed the rush of an orgasm streaming through my body and I moaned very softly in relief. The orgasm was nice but it was in no way comparable with the one I had reached yesterday, together with my lovely Taisha. This one only lasted for a second or so and it didn’t even reach to some extend the height of the one I had got with Taisha inside me. I was highly disappointed. I felt like I had cheated myself by hoping to reach the same feelings through mere memories. Foolish me. I longed for Taisha so much that moment that I could have cried. Why wasn’t he here with me? Why couldn’t we both melt together again like we had done yesterday? Why had he denied me today…

I left the pool shortly after that very disappointing experience and toweled myself dry. I took my time and noticed that trough all my own pussy play inside the pool Rajah hadn’t moved a muscle. He not even had looked up from his nap! “He simply isn’t Taisha…” I pitied myself in secret for my fond hope.

After I had reached a nearly dry state I walked over to Rajah. I kneeled down in front of his face and crawled him very softly under his chin while my eyes were in level with his. He opened his ember eyes and blinked slowly at me. I did the same in front of him. He yawned and pushed his front paws towards me, stretching his feline body to it’s full length. I stood up from my kneeling position and again climbed the divan to have a rest next to him.

Standing on top of the divan wasn’t too easy through all that shifting water inside. I kind of crouched down over him and started to scratch his left flank with my fingertips once more, from his broad shoulder to his bottom. He liked that very much and out of a sudden rolled around and onto his back, sending the divan into a earthquake like shifting motion beneath me. I barley was able to hold balance and stumbled forwards, finally kneeling down and lowering my weight onto my both knees to get into a stable position again. Directly over his furry belly I reached that position, knees spread apart and legs resting alongside both flanks of him, supporting my weight as good as possible by distributing it over my whole lower leg.

My fingertips crawled through his soft short fur between his front legs and over his nipples - yes, male tigers also have tiny nipples you can feel - and down to his navel. He really enjoyed my scratching and relaxed himself even more, shifting his weight a bit and getting positioned into a s-curve like position below me. I felt his long and fine belly fur brushing all over my vulva. Oh yes! That sensation rouse wonderful memories. I really got turned on by that feathery tickling of his fur all over my pink entrance…

He directly looked into my eyes and I blinked towards him to get him comfortable again, to make him understand that I didn’t want him any harm, that I merely wanted him as a soft furry pillow below me to rest on. He answered me with a blink of his eyes and a cat like stretching movement, his front paws reaching and bending as far back as possible behind his head, pushing his furry chest and belly up directly into my crouch.

WHOOW! By that nice move of him his fine belly fur had tickled all over my spread pussy and it had felt fantastic! I slowly opened my legs a bit more to get into a lower position above his belly while I smoothly and very slowly shifted myself up and down and all over his soft belly as easy as somehow practicable. That fine fur felt so extraordinary great on my still sensitive clit and my outer pussy lips…

He relaxed his head into a sideways position on a pillow, totally enjoying the moment. He looked like a very cute and playful kitty, clearly subordinating himself to my mercy in that position. “My nice lovely Rajah kitty, I nevertheless love you my beauty…” I whispered to him, clammed my arms on both sides of his body while resting on top of his belly, my head laying down directly on his muscular chest between his muscular front paws. He took a big sniff of air and filled his enormous lungs inside his broad chest beneath me. Then he started a snakelike side winding motion by tensing and relaxing the many muscles around his spine. I erected back into an upright sitting position and took a look back for his tail. Maybe he had clammed it between some pillows and tried to get it free, feeling uncomfortable or something like that…

Nope. Completely wrong. He clearly visible had become aroused by my ongoing moves on top of his belly and through my rubbing up and down on his chest. And maybe - just maybe - he had gotten the smell of my not so long ago unsatisfying orgasm into his nose. The pointy tip of his feline penis had made an appearance between his rear legs, already glittering wettish on top.

Now I had maneuvered myself into some nice pickle again. Leave it be or risk it? He wasn’t Taisha and I didn’t really know if he was as gentle as him when it came to mating with a female of another species. “No RISK, no SEX!” my subconsciousness corrected me with more than clear words. I had all the time hoped for another wet pleasure adventure, now I would take this chance for a belly ride on the tiger instead…

I still lay on top of him, clamming my legs beside him on each side. He sniffed the air again and started a very soft growling sound inside his chest. I began my soft scratching and crawling into his belly fur with new delight, at first between his front legs but then working my way steadily down his soft furry belly. Additionally I kept shifting myself backwards in direction to his hip by opening and closing my legs and pushing their lower parts bit for bit backwards. He continuously tickled my slightly opened slit with his very soft underbelly fur. That felt more than great and I got very wet between my legs in pleasant anticipation. This soft brushing sensation was a very strong turn on for my sex drive.

I noticed that he had started to tread the air softly with his front paws (without extending his claws), at least it looked that way from my belly position from where I was looking up at him. Additionally I got aware of that wavelike shifting motion along his spine once more. I slowly continued my sliding down to his hip and finally got into a nice resting position directly over it, my legs folded nicely together with his. I finally felt a long hoped for poking sensation around my wet pussy.

“That’s it my cute big Rajah kitty. Let’s have an erotic play in the dry this time…” I whispered in anticipation of the pleasures to come, reached back with my left hand to feel carefully for his stiff member and to guide him securely into me. When I touched his penis it already felt very moist to the touch. I very cautiously grabbed it with my fingers and pushed my hip down some way more to meet his tool and to place him into my wet counterpart he did not know about yet. As soon as he felt my very soft touch and I had helped him to partially enter my vulva with his tool he started a slow pumping motion. He hit my already sensitive clit with the tip of his curved member by every careful push he made. Ooooh god yessss, that felt so totally superb.

I got my both arms back on his belly and scratched him very softly between his front legs and all over his chest while I pushed slowly sliding backwards into his stiff penis. He out of a sudden started rocking beneath me like a wild mustang that has gone mad. His member entered me deep with his first pushing move and I pushed back hard quick with my both arms to meet that move, to get him deeper into me and to prevent an accidentally sliding out. I was far from an orgasm but I longed for that wonderful feeling of him buried deeply inside me that I yesterday had been granted by Taisha.

He kept rocking under me and his growling got louder. His member felt much larger than it had appeared to sight. It was for sure much larger than Taisha’s or this new position played a very good trick at me and made it appear longer and much bigger. I slid my hip back some more until I finally came to a halt directly located between his two rear legs. My legs were wrapped around his and he kept rocking back and forth, up and down, from side to side, a steady wavelike movement that was getting stronger with every pushing of him in an unbelievable coordination with the supporting waves inside the huge water mattress. Now I got an pretty good idea why he loved to rest on the divan so much…

It felt so wonderful. Suddenly his member enlarged a bit more or he somehow managed to push a bit more of himself into me - I don’t really know - but he hit a spot that drove me complete crazy in just an instant. It felt like a little orgasm was firing up directly inside my cunt each time he hit that particular spot with one of his thrusts.

Oh my god! Ooooh my goooood! That couldn’t be true! I was on top of Rajah’s belly and we both rocked in rhythmic waves on the large swapping around divan. Taisha’s fuck with me couldn’t possible be topped, could it? To be honest, I had not the slightest doubt anymore. That spot he continuously hit with his tool’s hard wet tip drove me completely out of my mind.

He increased his efforts and his pawing of the air in front of me got really excited, he even started to extend his big sharp claws from time to time in his own excitement. I was completely wet by now. My cunt was burning all over and it kept sending little explosions of pure pleasure up my belly, into my lower spine and from there up and down its full length with each hard push that Rajah made into me. I erected a tiny bit more on his hip and he hit THAT wonderful spot again with the hard tip of his pleasure tool. Ooouuuuuhhhh Goooooooood! Tiny white sparks showed suddenly up in my vision and instantly faded back into a pitch black. My complete vision got out of focus, everything went into a blurry mass of moving colors. Wow! Unbelievable! It must feel that way to be high on drugs…

He tripled his motions, rocking mainly up and down now and just a very little sideways. The erecting spines on his tool began rasping inside my vagina more and more. Help! This was torture at it’s finest. I wanted it! I needed it! I rushed forward into more of that feelings…

I tried hard to push back some more and get even more of his member inside me but his furry base already tickled inside and stretched my vulva lips. The sensation was simply overwhelming. His soft fur brushing the inner sides of my legs, my blazing clit got constantly tickled by his soft fur on his sheath, his penis pushed into me like no tomorrow, the spot he pressed into with his tip continued to send explosions of pleasure and pain all along my spine, the smacking and sucking noise of our fluids when he drove his member deep into me…

My clear thinking mind suddenly left me and I reached a great orgasm just that very moment. It didn’t hit me as hard as Taisha’s had done yesterday but it was a very remarkable sensation. I groaned and more fluids lubricated the way into me for his member. He continued to pleasure me and I leaned further forwards into a semi laying down position on his belly.

Just that moment he pushed very strong with his clasped around hip, entered me suddenly with nearly his whole furry sheath and fired his load without any warning. I felt his cock pulsate in rhythmical spasms inside me, felt streams of hot liquid spraying into my womb and flowing back along his twitching member. He didn’t even think about stopping his pumping motion while he ejaculated deep inside me. His cock pushed into me again and again, rubbed inside my slit and his furry tool’s base tickled my clit and drove me completely insane. My orgasm didn’t stop, it not even got any shallower at all. It was an endless sensation of pure pleasure pulsating through my whole body like I could sense a vivid representation of life flowing through me.

Our combined fluids of love seeped out of my slit and ran down my crack. He pushed into me again and another time hit THAT particular wonderful spot. My orgasm blossomed once more, my vision got clustered all over with large black and white dots. I was inside dreamland. Another spurt of his warm sticky liquid entered me and he finally growled a rumbling growl of real deep animalistic pleasure.

I felt his growl vibrating through his belly and from there up into mine. That sensation ran up and down my whole chest. Had he been growling all the time? I didn’t know. He pushed again and my clit send waves of light pain into my body that mixed up with the fiery blossom of my still ongoing orgasm.

I nearly flaked out. He pushed into me again and again and again. He did not stop his powerful motion. My orgasm must have last already for nearly half a minute, at least it felt so. I completely lost recognition of time, place, anything. I was in heaven and he had joined me there. We both rocked on the divan and I was a complete mess, sweating all over and moaning aloud in pleasure, screaming when he again hit that spot with his tool. He growled all the time but never roared like Taisha had done when he had reached his climax.

I couldn’t stand the intense pleasure of that ongoing orgasmic height any longer. It felt like I had to die of it any second. The pleasure mixed with that light pain from my clit was a wonderful indescribable new sensation to me. I leant forward and another spurt of his cum sprayed deeply into me in response. It really leaked out of me by now but I did not care about anything that time.

I clasped him around his body as tight as I dared and lay very flat on top of his belly to hinder his ongoing movement. Hopefully that would stop his still powerful motion and his continued delightful pushing into me. I had to do it or I would have become for sure a dead by pleasure female on top of him. He finally seized his movement and a last tiny spurt of sticky tiger semen entered my vagina. He growled very loud in complete satisfaction and delight about our perfect union.

Oh lord, he really was a pleasure machine. He stopped trotting the air and moved his head up towards mine. I lay belly down on his belly and we looked face into face, eyes into eyes. His eyes were gleaming bright if that was somehow possible but here I believe that my still blurred sight played me a trick. I hugged him as tight as I could manage with my arms and legs and he understood my gesture. I rested my head sideways on his furry chest, directly between his front paws and below his chin and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment with all my other senses. He still stuck so very deep inside me and I loved every single moment in time of that uttermost great sensation. That feeling of him deep inside me, my body on top of his, his soft belly fur all around me was an even better afterglow feeling than the one I had after Taisha’s fuck inside the pool. It felt completely and absolutely right and simply perfect. The fuck with Taisha was the best I’ve had to that point in life but here on top of Rajah I could stay resting for all eternity. Let the universe collapse, I’ll still feel in heaven together with him.

He very softly licked my forehead with his rough feline tongue and enjoyed the taste of my many salty sweat pearls there. I opened my eyes and looked up into his face again after a while. That was my second lover, my second tiger. I got so overwhelmed and surprised by his very lovingly look towards me that I will not forget this first time with him ever in my whole life. It clearly meant “Thank you so much my love…”

I rested on top of him for at least five minutes and his member made no sign of shrinking back, sliding back or any other move. I found that quite curious but on the other hand I had felt a bone like structure inside Taisha’s penis. Maybe they were able to keep their pleasure rods erect as long as they wished? At least Rajah could. His penis still stuck firmly inside of me up to it’s broad furry sheath. Our mixed fluids kept leaking out of my slit and down onto his furry hip below me. I didn’t mind him staying long inside me, indeed I enjoyed every single moment of that feeling. Somehow it felt to me like he helped me filling up a part of myself that I had been missing. I still riddled over that wonderful afterglow sensation I felt when he suddenly started pawing the air softly in front of me again. Out of a sudden he thrust into me once more with slow, deep and gentle moves of his hip.

“Oh my god! Not again? He can’t seriously want to mate with me again…” I thought but he absolutely was into it. He found again into his rocking wavelike motion, his tool still comfortable and securely buried to the max inside me, lubricated all over by our combined fluids of sex. I groaned in disbelieve and he easily speed up to his former fastness. He increased his pushing and it didn’t took him more than thirty deep strokes to release his first load of very hot tiger cum inside me. That was unbelievable! I reached no own orgasm this time but his rocking below me and his filling me up with his hot feline seed was a superb sensation I gladly granted him and enjoyed at least as much as he surely did.

He came in two more spurts of warm fluid inside me and than stopped all his motion with a loud rumbling growl that vibrated completely through me. All the time that he had fucked me deep and passionate he had been trotting the air in front of me. I had securely rested my head between his moving front paws and enjoyed the enhanced and refreshed glow I felt flowing through my whole body. Oh yeah! That felt so wonderful! Who would have believed this behind my silent Rajah kitty. He really was a very persistent and energetic lover, topping easily any sexual experiences I had ever made in length and depth of the sensation.

I lay there for another five to seven minutes or so, completely admiring his power, strength and loveliness and enjoying the warmth of his body below me with every sense I could. Than he started to fuck me again. I really couldn’t believe it that THIRD time. No way that he really could mean it. But he did! He really did! He enjoyed having sex with me so very much, he wouldn’t stop it. I gave in easily and laid down very comfortable on top of his soft belly, now resting with my full body weight on his chest during his passionate mating with me. He didn’t care and still fucked me with his steady gentle rocking motion. I loved him and our love making more than I could possibly put into any words here. I would let him mate with me for how long it would take him to finally be satisfied. I would do this out of sheer gratefulness for the immeasurable gift of pure deep love that he shared with me and because I enjoyed ever single move of him with my whole body and every single sense including my soul.

Well, to shorten things a bit, we loved each other during this afternoon and the early evening for over a dozed times. He only needed five to fifteen minutes rest between our single matings to recover. I enjoyed at least five wonderful orgasm by coordinating my rocking motion on his member and my position on top of him to his unbelievable persistent love making efforts. Well, to tell the truth, I cant exactly count the orgasms I had. Some were so long lasting that they mingled with the next one that got fired by his pushing into my special point of pure pleasure. I really enjoyed our ongoing fucking on the divan to the very maximum that was possible. After he was finally satisfied with our long mating he pushed onto my shoulders with his two soft front paws and I understood the gesture. He wanted me to dismount him, please.

I laid down as flat as possible on his belly and pulled myself forward very gentle and very slow to get his large member extremely carefully out of me. The barbs on his tool felt very large, very sharp and very very hard by now. I had sensed them scratching inside my vagina and sometimes short above my clit when he had pulled out far during all our very passionate matings. Fortunately - because of my very low position - they only scratched lightly inside my slightly sore slit and over my inner lips but missed my still fiercely blazing clit completely. With a wet smacking noise his member came free and I poured a great amount of our combined fluids onto his lower belly. I was really sorry about that and tried very carefully to lift my right leg over his white belly fur while I tensed my vaginal muscles to keep as much as possible of our fluids inside my well filled womb. I was lucky and for the first time I got aware of the unbelievable amount of tiger cum he had spent inside me. I really felt filled and my first way led me to the toilet.

I walked very stiff, like somebody that has wet his slip except that I wore none. On the toilet I spread my legs and with relieve relaxed my vaginal muscles. A thick whitish mixture of our fluids poured out and into the bowl. The amount was nothing less than astonishing. I made a pee and my clit burned lightly. Rajah still tried to lick the remains of our long mating out of his soft fur when I got outside the toilet again. I walked over to him and he looked up. I took his beautiful head in my both hands and gave him a small soft smack on his nose. He snorted softly but I think he understood the meaning and that I had loved this divan experience together with him so very very much. I would do it with him again and again any time he wished for!

I got into my clothing, left open the door for Rajah to leave when he had finally completed his cleaning up and got into my caravan for a nice hot shower that I really needed now. It was around 8PM and I really had the most wonderful erotic dreams concerning Taisha and Rajah.

The next day Taisha and Rajah both were so lovingly, clingy, tame and playful cats I couldn’t believe the change at first. Then the idea came into my mind that they saw me now as their very own mate and would protect me from any harm. Very cool! From that point on they both handled me with super extra care.

“Very simple rule - you don’t try to [CENSOR] the only female around that’s available for mating.” I grinningly realized. I played around 2 hours with both of them, stroke them from head to tail, gave them body huggs and much scratching behind the ears. Finally I left them one of their most loved play toys - a very big leather ball that I had brought with me - and walked over to the lions cage.

I was very curious what Leo had been doing all the time…
Leo:
The lion cub left in our merry group of cats I had given the name Leo. Yes I know, that’s not a really creative name but at that particular time I had more important things in mind than martyring myself about nice feline names. Leo had developed into a full size african lion with a great fluffy mane, a very big stout body and he was as tame as you can wish for. Well, tame in this context in the meaning of somehow boring, complete lazy and absolute harmless.
Most of you may know the series Daktari and so you may also know clemens, the lion with the sight defect. He looked lazy, you never saw him playing a chief role during the whole series. Clemens was in no way a match to my Leo. My lion was at least twice as lazy. You really had a hard time in getting him to do anything at all, not to talk about showing him a new trick. He enjoyed laying around the whole day inside his lion cage.

His cage. Yes, maybe I should describe it a bit more detailed for you. The lion cage and the tiger cage are of similar design. The cages themselves are composed of a trailer chassis and a metal superstructure. The on top metal superstructure is blended all around with wooden planks and has two large removable wooden shutters on each side. These shutters cover massive metal bars that are build into the first two thirds of the cage. The remaining third of the cage is planked all around with solid wood without any open spot or window and serves as a refuge to the big cats. The front of the cage mainly consists of a large metal ramp that represents the only entrance to the cage. When we are on the road to the next city the shutters and the metal ramp are closed. The sealed off trailer then looks very much like an ordinary one, except for the stylized hunting and growling wild cats all around it of course.

Well, let’s go back to Leo. “Slow-Cat” was a common synonym I called Leo by. I entered his cage over the big metal ramp which is standing open all the time to grand him free access to and from his cage into the outer fence. The outer fence. Yeah, maybe I should describe that shortly, too. The outer fence is nothing else than two very big open circles of grates, one inner circle and one outer circle. The two circles are connected together at the circus tent entrance. If you were able to take a look at it from high above it would very much look like a big C. Inside that sealed of C-fence my trailer, my fathers trailer and the cages of my kitties are always placed. That’s much space for me and my cats you may wonder? Yeah, I had a very hard discussion with the circus crew to get that much space but I had good and valid points. And - because I’m the magnet that draws people into our circus now - I also had a very good stand for my aggressive arguing. Finally they all had agreed that my kitties needed that much space to work away their aggressions and be calm during the shows. An accident during the show was an absolute unacceptable possibility.

It had small advantages for them, too. The valuable things got all packed into one storage trailer - the “safe trailer” we called it - inside my C-fence. There is no better protection on earth than inside a large big cat cage. The rest of the circus crew is of course staying outside the outer fence most of the time. Sometimes they have to enter my fence to get something out of it, but they always ask for permission and request my presence. They all have great respect for my free roaming big cats inside the fence. Again I digressed a bit, sorry.

Leo scrambled up when he heard me enter the metal ramp. He slowly walked over to greet me at the entrance, step by step, very much like he had already done a great deal of labour today. I giggled loud. How could a large big cat be that lazy like he was. He yawned while he slowly trotted towards me but suddenly he stopped his movement and stood still as a stone carved figure in front of me. I swallowed my giggle and was very curious if I had somehow triggered that “freezing in time”. He made a very strange face expression - like he was about to sneeze directly into my face. First I thought about turning away from his blast but quickly decided that a sneezing in my direction wouldn’t really hurt me. I petted him on his broad mane and he ceased making strange faces. He circled my legs very interested, rubbing all the time against them with big rubs. That was strange, very strange. He usually wasn’t the one initiating any physical contact. I always had to do the first step towards him and crawl him softly or pet him on his mane to make him accept my presence and react with a body answer.

I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe he was in a good mood today? I giggled softly by the thought of moods - there were only two I really knew him by: sleeping and eating. I turned around to walk back out of the lion cage. It all seemed well inside so far, the water bowl was half filled and Leo was awake and apparently in high spirits. The surprise came when Leo followed me on the heel into the open while he kept carrying that funny expression on his face once more.

I turned and asked him rhetorically: “Are you ill or something?”. I kneeled down in front of him and took his head in my hands. No, he looked very well. His eyes looked clear, his breath did not smell bad and he was very calm - as usual - so I shrug my shoulders once more. “Got some nasty strew dust in your nose I suppose?” I asked him and petted his broad fluffy mane softly. Still wondering about the meaning of that new social behavior I scratched him behind his ears and stood up to leave. He kept following me around like a 600pd dog on a fresh trail. I grabbed one of his favorite toys (a long hemp bound stick) while I came by it and showed it to him. He didn’t take the slightest interest in it, instead he walked directly towards me and started an investigative sniffing at my trousers crotch.

At once all the missing puzzle pieces fell into place and I understood the very strange welcome. He took a good nose full of air and again made that sneezing facial expression. He clearly smelled a trace of my sexual adventures with Taisha or Rajah that I had enjoyed (very much) the days before. I still wore the same jeans I had worn yesterday when I had that extraordinary happening with Rajah. On it’s inside some drops of Rajahs or my own fluids may have been accidentally spilled on my shaky way back that evening to my own trailer.

Damn it! That was just perfect. Now I had another curious big cat following me on my heels, sniffing around my crotch in the public! I gave him some more scratching behind his ears but he wasn’t interested in anything but that nice smell around my crotch. He tried to lick my private parts through my jeans and briefs. That wasn’t funny anymore. I really hoped that nobody by chance watched us right now. Somehow I managed to turn around and walk as fast as I dared - without starting a run - to my trailer with him in tow. He still followed me like a big 600pd pet dog that had been commanded to do so. I opened the door and carefully guided him in. He clearly was irritated because he never had been allowed to enter my private trailer before. I hoped that Baggy, my black panther, was on one of his tours around the outer fence and not waiting for me inside the trailer like it had become a custom for us.

Leo very reluctantly entered the trailer - he for sure got aware of Baggy’s smell all around that place and that it was a claimed territory that he was trespassing into. I closed the door behind us and at once he turned around again to sniff my crotch. Very well. I opened my girdle and zipper and striped out of my jeans as fast as I could manage. “Here you go!” I told him and threw my jeans over the backrest of a nearby armchair. At once he climbed the chair with his front paws and sniffed at the crotch’s seam of my now empty jeans. That looked good. At least he wasn’t really interested in me or my female body, he only was irritated by that interesting smell of my jeans. I walked into the rear end of my trailer to help myself to a washed and smell free replacement jeans.

While I ransacked for a good while through my wardrobe in search for a jeans I came across a really old and worn out one. Hmm, that one would do for my planned cleaning up of the big cat cages later. It looked comfortable and it wouldn’t matter if I got it very dirty somehow because I simply could trash it after use. It already was in my recycle pile of old clothing, planned to be torn into smaller fragments of fabric and utilized as clouts. I took it from the pile, shook it out a few times and slid into it. Ah, what a nice fit. Maybe a little bit tight around the waist but it felt very comfortable and smooth to the touch. That old worn out fabric really felt comfy.

I returned back into the trailer’s front and meet Leo again. He still sniffed passionately at my other trouser so I walked over to him. “Well Slow-Cat, that’s out of your reach now…” I told him, grabbed the smelly trouser, threw it into the top loading washing machine and closed the metal lid. Leo followed my movements with his head, left the chair, came over to me and rubbed again along my legs, not clearly understanding what I meant with that saying. I ignored him, walked back to the front door, opened it wide and gestured him to come out with me. Leo looked very sad back over his broad shoulder to my washing machine for a few times - like I had robbed a very precious thing from him and put it securely there for a later use when he wasn’t around. I signaled him again to leave the trailer and he very reluctantly followed that second gesture. He passed me by and gave me a very disappointed look. I closed the door behind him and we both ambled back to the lion cage. On our way back we came across his favorite toy once more. I picked it up and took it with me. That sad look of him had made me feel guilty in a strange way and I wanted to repair that damage. We walked up the metal ramp and entered into his cage. Inside I turned around and showed the long hemp bound stick to him in an encouraging waving gesture, inviting him for a play, a pulling struggle we sometimes played and he always won without any big effort.

This time he payed my invitation not even a glance. He walked over to his water bowl inside the second part of his cage, settled down in front of it and started to a long drink. I shook my head. He indeed was a slow cat, a very lazy Slow-Cat. I walked into the third area of the cage and took a look around. Oh my, what a mess. Dirty straw lay spread all around and the musky smell was not too charming either. I walked back outside to a nearby metal locker where I kept my cleaning implements, picked up the broom, shovel and bucket and returned into the cage. Leo still ignored me. He really seemed pissed with me somehow and played the “I don’t know you so I just ignore you…” game while he licked up the water from his bowl. I shook my head about that lazy, priggish cat and started to sweep the floor clean from the straw and dust that was everywhere.

After some minutes I had cleaned that second compartment of his cage rather well - around the sulking Leo - and continued my chores in the third section. That third part was the resting part for the cats with solid wooden walls to grand them some privacy and allow them a cool rest inside the twilight. Here the mess was even worse. He had crammed one corner with all the straw and inside all that dirt his soft purple blanket was stuffed. This blanket he loved very much since his childhood and it looked more kind of a patchwork by now than a real blanket. I had repaired it over fifty times but he still loved it and wouldn’t give it away without a hard struggle.

I walked over to the dark corner, picked the blanket up and shook it out. Dust swirled around everywhere but I had gotten used to it already. I accurately examined it for new holes and to my disappointment it showed several new ones. Damn, I had to botch it once again. I folded it up neatly and continued to sweep the floor and moved the old and dirty straw with help of the shovel into the big bucket. After a good while of floor sweeping I had cleaned up the mess very well, took the bucket, walked outside and emptied it into the huge trash dumpster.

I took a rather large amount of fresh straw, as much as I could carry with both arms, and reentered the lion cage. He had lain down flat on his belly with his face resting on his front paws, looked through the metal bars in the second part of the cage and still punished me with total ignorance. “Well, have it your way than Slow-Cat!” I told him (a bit pissed myself) and walked back into the third part of the cage with my heavy load of straw.

I spread the fresh and lovely smelling straw on the wooden floor and unfolded his beloved blanket over it like a purple bedspread on a straw mattress. Well, now he could have his beloved rests on a nice bed and in a nice enjoyable surrounding again. I stood up and just turned around to walk outside when suddenly my mothers ring slipped from my left ring finger and fell directly into the fresh straw rim that was visible around the purple spread. Great. I never wore my mothers ring - the only thing I had inherited from her - when I had to do chores but today I completely had forgotten about it. I recalled that I had tried it on this morning but I could have sworn that I had put it away into the casket. Well, now I knew better - I hadn’t. Damn, stupid me! I kneeled down and searched through the fresh straw. Where was it? This was so ridiculous. I rethought the phrase: Like a needle in the haystack. In my case it was a silver ring and no needle. At least I couldn’t prick me into the finger with it…

Aha! My fingers felt a round shape inside the straw that only could be my precious ring. I very carefully brushed aside the straw and there it was, laying peaceful on one wooden plank of the cage floor. I inhaled deep - that really was a great relive to me. The ring could have easily fallen through one gap between the wooden planks and into the mud below the cage where I would have had a really bad time in finding it. I took it gladly in my left hand and stood up. And would you believe my stupidness, it really slipped through my sweating fingers a second time. It hit the floor and rolled exactly into the direction of a big gap between two of the wooden planks. Holy shit! In sheer reflex I fell down onto my knees - to my luck without hurting my knees badly - and grabbed it with my flat hand just before it could roll into that gap and cause me real big trouble. My training in Acrobatics as a child often payed out - once again this time - I not even had hurt my knees a bit. I had not placed my weight directly on them but had crouched down first and absorbed a good deal of my thrust in doing so. I had gotten my ring back but to my great dislike I also had succeeded in ripping my worn trousers joint apart a good way.

That was just great. Well done fat-ass Trish. I cursed at my own stupidity. Luckily I needn’t tell you what names I gave myself but I really was outraged about myself. Taking an old trouser. Yeah, what a brilliant idea Trish. First trying on the ring on a chores day, than slipping it two times, how can someone be that stupid? I secured the ring on the middle finger of my right hand - to prevent it from slipping of again so easily - and was just about to stand up.

Than many things at once happened to me. Leo must have noticed my loud cursing and swearing about myself and must have gotten very curious by the sound of it and the lack of anyone else to curse at. He had sneaked behind me as silent as only cats can manage and while I was angrily cursing myself he had been probing the air behind me for a good while. By now he knew for sure the origin of that very lovely smell he already had been after today. He wouldn’t let slip it from his grasp a second time this day.

A large wet and rough feline tongue licked me, starting from below my crotch and from there up between the whole length of my trousers broken seam. It stroke between my jeans and my briefs and all over my vulva while a huge lung inhaled the air between my spread legs very passionate and with a suction equally to a vacuum cleaner. I was that puzzled, shocked by that sudden sensation and caught by surprise that I nearly wetted onto his large tongue. My heart beat stopped for a second and than increased by a hundred percent. I heard my own blood rushing in my ears, making noises like a picked up seashell on the beach.

He licked me again and I couldn’t deny that it felt not that bad. That just was the wrong place to encourage him, to allow him more, far more…

Or wasn’t it?

I sat down sideways on my bum, slid backwards on my trousers bottom, over to one of the wood covered walls and into the attractive twilight that looked very promising. Resting my back against the wall I put my hands on top of my knees, spread my legs slowly further apart in front of his curious observing gaze and invited him to a deeper inspection. He understood my gesture. A gently step brought him in position and a very passionate sniffing around the broken trousers seam broke loose. After a while he used his rough wet tongue again to explore my inside, to check out if there was a nice taste fitting to that lovingly smell that he inhaled with joy. His tongue made me wet, very wet and not only by his spittle. He somehow managed some very curious strokes with his tongue and licked over my vulva with absolute precision, pushed my panty from side to side and cleaned with passion between it and the ragged trouser seam. That rough massage felt very very good…

I spread my legs further apart with every lick he made. His tongue reached with every stroke deeper into me and I liked that very much. I tried to spread my legs wider, tried to move into a wider spread crouching position in front of him but the already ripped seam of my jeans creaked loud in protest and denied such a move. I reconsidered a strip, a liberation of my genitals from that darn trouser and panty, here directly in front of him, here inside his cage. He had made me so very hot with his passionate licking of my private parts. How great must this large wet tongue feel without that hindering jeans and panty? I already looked around me curious if I could dare such a strip but my gaze met the wide open metal access ramp to his cage. If anybody would pass by outside the fence he could see us having fun in the twilight. Being naked downwards wouldn’t look that normal, would it. Damn it! It felt so good right now, it all had started so very promising…

I curved my back in response to his delightful licking, took his furry head in my hands, snatched hard into his fluffy mane and pushed his face with slight force deeper between my wide spread legs. His rough wet tongue felt so very good there. I felt insecure, exposed to view but I could not stop. That semi crouching position was great. He stroke with pleasure over my outer pussy lips and from time to time one side of his large tongue slit very deep between my pussy lips and massaged them from the inside outwards with a scratching feel. My breath already came in batches. I felt the heat inside my pussy increasing lick by lick, could feel my tension rise, could feel passion taking over control bit by bit over my brain.

I released my grip around his head and settled back into a more relaxed position. My back rested against the wall and I sighed more than once in admiration of his tonguing skills. An accidental glance between his rear legs made me aware of his state. He was at least as randy as I was by now - that everybody clearly could recognize by his emerging penis between his rear legs. “That’s perfect!” my perverted mind told me. “Exactly what we wished for right now! You needn’t even try to deny it! You know best that you have been longing for and thinking about that hard, wet, pulsating feline pleasure toy of him all the time in secret while he had licked you, had prepared you…”

I slowly brought my knees together, closed the opening and he pulled his big feline head back from my crotch. He looked up in my face, another very disappointed look on it. “Just a little moment Leo, just a second, please…” I told him in excuse. With my back resting against the wall I slid it up and came onto my legs, stood pinned to the wall in front of him. What to do? I really hated that darn open gate. My eyes had adjusted to the twilight and I looked around me desperate, desperate in search, in need for a possibility.

And I couldn’t believe my eyes. That must have been destiny. Had I really been planning this all the time without knowing? Was my kinky mind telling me the truth? Well, nevertheless. I had prepared his new resting place on a different location. It no longer was in the middle of the third compartment, visible to the view of everybody looking through the open entrance. I had planned - who really knows if the rational part of me had truly made that decision - to give that dirty spot a good cleaning and scrubbing first. Therefore I had prepared his new resting place directly into a corner, the spot behind the separator that intersected the second from the third compartment and the outer wall. And that proofed just perfect right now. My pervert mind had told the truth, denying the deeper purpose, the deeper consequences of this accidental preparation wasn’t possible anymore. If everything looks prepared well you are just an idiot not to make use of it. It’s that simple.

Well, I made use of it. I walked over into the very dark corner, got on all fours over his prepared blanket and looking longingly into his direction. “Ok Leo, sweetheart. Now it’s all yours. Feel free to show me a surprise…” I lustily and full of anticipation said in a whisper towards him. Again I spread my legs far apart but this time I reached between the broken seam of my jeans and pushed that darn panty aside. He reached my rear and made use of my offering without any hesitation. I felt his left front leg slipping softly over my hip and he maneuvered his weight slowly on my back. He slid forwards with his front legs and his massive chest moved easily over my bend back, slid along it like he had no weight at all. At last I felt what I had been longing for all the time - the pointy tip of his stiff tool poked seekingly around my entrance.

To my great disappointment he did not find the right destination. The trouser incommoded him very much and I felt his poking much to high, felt him pushing against the unbroken seam, very short over my wide open entrance. I had to help him some way so I pushed up with my hip to get his tool better aligned with the crack in in my jeans seam. He poked left and right next to the crack and after many unsuccessful tries I really was near screaming in disappointment. That darn jeans fabric got into his way all the time and he really tried hard to hit the jackpot. I was nearly loosing my nerves, was pondering about standing up and delivering that strip I had been thinking of before. That dark corner would maybe grand enough privacy to try such a thing. I had not completed my thinking when he finally - to my great delight - hit my honey pot by accident. His stiff member had slid between the rough jeans seam and my panty’s elastic band and he fortunately had pushed further forwards that time instead of pulling back. I felt my panty snatching back but he had already pushed his tool too deep between my pussy lips to be hindered by that thing anymore.

To my great delight he found into a slow pushing and pulling motion and dragged my elastic panty around with his stiff member. That darn panty got each time pushed a good way inside together with his member. Suddenly it wrapped in a fold around my clit and squeezed it softly whenever he pushed in or made any other move with his tool. I whimpered in pleasure and my knees and arms got weaker by every squeeze I had to endure. He switched his pushing to long sliding moves and entered my pussy a tiny bit deeper each time. His tool felt somehow different to the ones I already knew, very pointy on it’s tip, very broad and fleshy on its base and very hard to the touch. The special thing was that I couldn’t feel a single rough spot on it anywhere in difference to Taishas and Rajahs tool. It felt very much like a peeled carrot but in difference to a cold vegetable it felt so delightful hot, massive and slippery. He made a couple more of his tiny strokes and stopped with one final push into me that nearly threw my face on the floor. After that final stroke he allowed himself a rest upon me - at least it felt so - and he didn’t move a single muscle of his stout body. It felt like we both were suddenly frozen in time, in midst of our lustful pushing motion. In a sudden burst his member came back to life and shot many powerful pulses of his warm seed into my awaiting vagina.

That felt great! I pushed my whole body back with my arms, tried to get his member deeper into me while he had his orgasm but he did a step back and got locked between the separating wall and my hip, locked in the corner. He creamed me out. I felt his seed splashing against the walls of my love tunnels and he did a very good job in hitting every possible spot there. His member pulsated inside me for some seconds and spurt after spurt shot into me. Out of a sudden impulse he started licking my neck with his rough feline tongue, licked around it and up to my throat. One last powerful splash of his seed shoot deep into my womb at the same time he started his very rough licking. I moved my body forwards and tightened all my muscles out of sheer reflex to his very rough licking around my neck. He very quickly pulled out of me backwards and slid his huge body sideways from me with one single fluent move. With all four on the ground again he slowly walked over into the other dark corner behind the separator wall. There he tumbled sideways and relaxed on one of his flanks, pressing his back against the massive wooden walls of the corner. He had done his job, he had pleased that strangely build female and longed badly for a quick rest now.

I for my part was a bit puzzled and a good deal shocked. That rough licking around my neck had been the most unsettling thing that had ever happened to me, especially during sex. A sudden flash of realization had driven away every single lusty thought that had been in my mind before. How easy it would have been for him to break my neck with one tiny bite instead of licking it roughly. I trembled softly by that thought. “Pervert female lion trainer found dead inside the lions cage by circus crew — clearly killed through a broken neck during SEX with the male lion…” I heard news ticking through my mind. That play has been a bit dangerous. To be truth, at the same time that imagined danger stimulated me a lot. The sudden realization of danger had been a big turn off, but while I thought about it now it turned out that it really kicked my love drive. That imagined possibility of a bite in contrast to his harmless love-struck rough licking made me hot, darn hot.

My pervert mind suddenly showed pictures of me, running through the savannah, barely clothed in tiny leather strips only. I got hunted, hunted by lions, many male lions. They finally caught me but didn’t harm me. I didn’t got eaten - no, not eaten in the common way - I got eaten out as foreplay and then I got used by the whole hunting pack. I got used for love making, absorbed by that wonderful sexual experience, bound to them by passion. I got a member of their pack, an important member. A member of trust, very deep trust, many very deep thrusts. I kneeled down and sat back onto my heels without perceiving. My pervert mind still produced picture after picture, every one more erotic than the last one, every picture filled with fear and joy. They all depicted me copulating with lions, performing in sexual harmony, experiencing a sexual adventure inside … a huge cage. A HUGE LION CAGE?!?

As soon as reality had snapped back into me I got aware that his seed was slowly seeping out of me. I wanted to stop that leaking out of me and contract my vaginal muscles hard and that pretty much stopped the leak. Darn, I felt so unbelievable crazy and horny now. That pornographic vision of the copulating hunting pack lingered in my mind like it had been burned in a long time ago and it drove me complete crazy. His rough licking had interrupted my own orgasm and now I really felt that I had missed a great deal of the fun, a great deal of the joy, of the wonderful sexual experience I dreamed of, the passionate fucking I visualized with the hunting pack of lions. In my vision they did me one after another, one passionate fucking got topped by the next rough one.

Darn, that flood of pictures made me randy and caused a longing I couldn’t longer deny. I stuck the index and middle finger of my left hand deep into my creamed pussy. His sticky seed covered all my inside and seeped out of me, drop by drop, bit by bit. A short regret flashed into my mind, a reminder that it also seeped along my vulva and into the jeans fabric. The crotch of the jeans was already soaked through with our combined fluids. It only was a short flash of no real importance, the delightful moans I made in my vision while the hunting pack mated with me drove away every remaining rational thought in my brain.

I could not stand that torture any longer. That pornographic fantasies drove my so crazy, I longed for relief and so decided that I had to help myself. Leo was resting in the other corner and observing my strange struggle with much interest. I bathed my fingers delightfully in that sticky liquid that got holden back by my contracting vaginal muscles as good as possible. Suddenly a vision of me sprung back into my mind, and I got fucked by a lion of that tribe. The lion in my daydream was Leo! And he clearly reached his orgasm just that moment! A stream of semen shot out of my pussy and down onto the floor while he still humped into me like mad. I could see that scene, that wonderful mating mirror image of me, as clearly in front of me as I was seeing the interested look on the face of Leo.

The wet feeling inside my contracted vagina increased a lot - and I loved it. I spread my fingers inside my tunnel and contracted my vaginal muscles hard at the same time. Oh yes, that felt so nice. I gave my clit a fine rubbing with my index finger while I scratched along my inner lips with my middle finger, even scratched it softly with my fingernail. The tension of an orgasm sneaked slowly back into my body. I continued my very stimulating massage for a good time and the daydream pictures of my mirror self got more and more vivid, showed me the lion cage and myself during my mating with Leo. I could not stand it any more. Why wasn’t Leo fucking me again. Darn that stupid lazy cat.

Well, if the lion doesn’t want to come to the prophet, maybe the prophet should walk to the lion and teach him how to cum? My fingers were by now covered all over with sticky fluid and I felt it running slowly down between my fingers and over my whole hand. I was so unbelievable randy by now, I could easily imagine now why a junky did everything for his next fix. I was in need for a fix, a fix of more sticky white lion cum deep inside my body.

I stood up full of determination and walked over to my resting Slow-Cat. After a few quick steps I had reached him, got down on my knees as quick as I could manage, presented him my whitish glistening hand directly in front of his big feline nose. He had to understand, had to help me out. He got a puzzled look and took one tiny doubting sniff at my fingers. Then he was on fire. He licked my hand clean with the uttermost delight I ever had seen him in. He performed the licking with a very content look on his whole face, even closed his eyes in delight. That was a smell and taste he clearly enjoyed. But it wasn’t what I had in my twisted longing mind. I moved on my knees besides him, shifted my weight on my right leg and very slowly, very carefully moved my left leg into a resting position on top of his furry belly. To my gladness he did not mind my move but continued to lick between my fingers and clean them bit by bit from our intermixed love fluids.

I reached with my free right hand between my now complete spread crotch and rubbed gently over my dripping wet pussy, even pushed my middle finger into it and massaged along my clit with soft gentle rubs. The urge for more was stronger than ever. I was unbelievable hot inside and longed for his assistance. He needed another kick in the right direction! I stared to contract my pussy muscles in waves and a thick white fluid poured out of me, directly into my awaiting open hand that I had intentionally placed there to catch the liquid in my palm. That hand-bowl of love juices I took and presented him as a gift - and he accepted it very very gratefully.

My right hand supplanted my left and it had not even reached his nose when he made that funny facial expression again and at once cleaned my hand with passionate licks of his rough tongue and a glow in his eyes. He got turned on by this very much. His penis tip had made an instant appearance with the first sniff of my love lotion in his nose. The scent of it drove him deep into a thrill of excitement. His feline member extended more and more out of his sheath. With every little taste he took from that liquid he got more aroused. His softly trembling tool already lost tiny drops of clear fluid on his tip.

Well, there was no time to loose for me then. I longed so very much for a good deep fuck with him - like the one I had enjoyed with Rajah. I retracted my right hand with the remaining liquid of love slowly from his passionate tongue and with one swift move poured it’s content into his upper belly fur and rubbed it in. This whitish spot in his dark brown fur became instantly the most attracting thing for him. I had cunningly managed both of my hands to become free and could move myself into a much better position now. Leo was too distracted with his sticky fur to make any objections right now. I laid my both hands flat on his belly and moved my hip down to align with his. My delightful experience with Rajah flashed back into my mind and depicted me the great advantages of that wonderful fucking position. With my trembling right hand I reached back and maneuvered his member very carefully into my trousers opened crotch and directly into my completely soaked, hot burning, desperate waiting pussy.

And now I got screwed by him. Unfortunately not in a way I had hoped for. He continued to lick his fur clean of the mess I had made there but he showed not the slightest interest in a wild fucking session with me. He simply didn’t care that his erect member was again resting inside my hot juicy box. Every time Rajah felt his pointy penis tip entering my hot pussy he got agile like a wild horse in escaping gallop and fucked me crazy. And that stupid darn fucking lazy lion simply didn’t react! He did nothing, he not even looked up from his fur cleaning! That was so unbelievable, even for such a lazy Slow-Cat like him. And it was very insulting somehow. I clearly didn’t turn him on. Well, at least not in a way that would get him fucking me. Darn cat!

Well, I did care for a good ride and wouldn’t give up that easy. I pushed my body weight further to the left, further onto his belly. He followed my pushing move and rolled himself further to the left. He came to a rest on his broad back. Ok, now he was in a position I knew perfectly well (and loved the most of all I knew till now). I slowly pushed my body back with my both arms as far as I could manage and his penis slid a good deal further into me. His furry sheath stuck on my darn panty once again and didn’t enter my vulva. He looked up from his cleaning and growled angrily into my direction. Now I was really pissed. First he lures me into sex by making me wet and hot, than he fucks me kitty style to reach his own orgasm and now he really dared to deny me mine! And he really had dared growling at me, growling at his sexual partner he had been screwing just a minute ago!

“OH SHUT THE FUCK UP you darn lazy fool of a stinking lion!” I angrily complained directly into his face and drove my flat hands with all the force I could manage into his furry belly. To my complete surprise he followed my command. He relaxed beneath me, rolled further onto his back and got into that typical catlike position. He got his front paws donned onto his belly and made a stretching move below me like he was a kitty that searched for a comfortable position in his kitty basket to take a nap. He bend his head backwards and rested it sideways into his big fluffy lion mane. He looked more than cute and forced me into a grin. He even started licking his nose in embarrassment with his long tongue. My anger was gone. He simply hadn’t understand my intention, was not familiar with that strange position where he was resting on his back, altogether open to any sudden strike from above. He did not know the pleasure that lay in this position - not yet.

But he soon would! I got into a comfortable crouching position over his hip and started my pleasure-work. Very slow I started sliding up and down his member in fluent moves. Oh god, that felt so nice! He suddenly draw his rear legs up and pushed against mine. That made me really angry once more. He clearly hindered all my attempts to have fun with him, to show him that it was possible to have a very nice fuck in that wonderful position he did not even know about. Oh my, if he only could talk to Rajah and learn from him…

Well, I was just about to give up my pleasure-work efforts when he suddenly draw his rear legs further down and moved them below my wide spread legs and through them. He got his rear paws entirely in front of my legs. Now I was puzzled. What is the deeper purpose of that strange move I asked myself.

A fraction of a second later I knew. Out of a sudden inspiration - or a sudden realization what I really had in mind to do with him - he humped up his whole back and with it his hip. An entirely stiff and erect penis scratched along my inner vagina walls while it plunged complete into me. Now that was something new and unexpected. “Never underestimate big cats…” my mind teased me. That was a golden rule for lion tamers but it also fitted here - the other way round - in my sexual experiences with them. My both legs rested very comfortable in his knee bends and he moved his whole hindquarter up and down without any effort while I was swinging over him and sliding with ease along his whole stiff member. And to speak about his member - it got agile, very agile and very large! That position was new to me but it felt very good, very promising. I felt my orgasm coming nearer in huge steps, sprinting towards me. Every slide on his stiff tool made my pussy embrace his member tighter while his member made soaking, smacking noises entering me deep. He showed not the slightest sign of a hurry now that he had understood the purpose of all this. I pushed down and he met my move with a push up of his rear. “Yes, that’s it my kitty, please give me more of that…” I bagged in delight. I started a faster, more rapid humping move on top of his erect member and he liked that as much as I did. How I could tell? Well, his member got enormous large. Good heavens! He easily was as large as Rajah by now - and Rajah himself was large compared to Taisha - but his hard tool kept growing, kept sliding further out of his furry sheath and deeper into me. His penis started to pulse softly inside me and I felt my own orgasm very very near. I increased my motions again, contracted my vaginal muscles to increase the pressure, to increase the whole stimulation. He suddenly gave up all his moves, relaxed below me and got his rear legs down onto the floor as flat as it was possible for him in that position.

A rather nice timing. I had not planned this but was just pushing down when he retracted his rear legs away. His erect member sunk with a very wet smack noise complete into me. The furry base of his penis pushed away my soaked through panty with force this time and squeezed hard into me. His huge feline balls banged against the wet broken seam of my jeans fabric. I felt that burning heat of an orgasm inside me but it still lacked that final tiny spark to go ablaze, to become unstoppable. I longed for a spark and he thankfully delivered me one. He made no move below me, lay still as a stone figurine and relaxed on the ground like he was sun bathing or something. He was still but his member inside me wasn’t. His hard rod started twitching back and forth inside me very fast like a biting cobra and with each twitch a small amount of fluid lubricated my vagina walls. The snake spit their love venom against my tunnel walls!

He turned his head from left to right and back to the left and the twitching of his stiff penis got even harder - if that was indeed possible. Than he exploded inside me with a sheer fountain of hot cum that shot vertically upwards from his penis tip and deep into me. It hit hard against my upper womb wall in one long hot sticky spurt that I could feel running down the insides of my womb. It hit me like an electric discharge, a powerful flash of hot waves. My pussy exploded into a burning inferno of delight and my womb contracted together with my stomach. Shivers run up and down my spine and I moaned loud, too loud but I could not manage to suppress it. I could not manage anything right now. That felt so wonderful, exactly for what I had longed all the time. It felt like sunshine that emerged form the inside of my body, like a warmth that spread through every vein of my blood system. A second tinier spurt of his semen entered me and the fluid ran back down along his massive tool, down between it and my enclosing vagina walls. I loved that wet sticky feeling, started slowly to move up and down his softly vibrating rod again and he enjoyed that ongoing movement of me as much as I did enjoy his enormous penis inside me.

That self added stimulation extended my orgasm in such a unbelievable wonderfully way. I love it very much when Rajah tortures me with his ongoing passionate plunging deep into me while I’m already on the very hight of an orgasm. But this fuck was much different! I could choose the amount of stimulation I wanted! It felt like balancing along the edge of a sharp cliff, climbing higher with every step, not caring for the big fall down to the left or right. And I worked my orgasm slowly higher and higher with every passionate slide I made on his stiff tool. His wonderful huge penis, hard and stiff like a wooden stick, felt so unbelievable, so delightful hot, so incredible wet, so unearthly stimulating, like a tool of pleasure, presented to me by the gods of lust for my own enjoyment. And the god of balance granted me my play with his tool.

I loved him very much for this. He showed not the smallest sign of discomfort while I rode him and pleased myself. He relaxed even more below me, moved his rear legs further towards his front legs and his bum upwards into me. In this manner he managed to plunge his curved member nearly vertically into me. I rode up and down his stiff member so hard, every time I pushed down I felt his balls banging against my darn jeans, felt his sheath spreading my pussy wide and brushing against my clit like a furry feather that tried to tease me crazy.

He enjoyed the stay and climaxed inside me another time, flooded my tunnel with his contribution to my joy, his feline lubricant of lust. My orgasm was in such an unbelievable delightful stage, I tried to keep it there as long as it was somehow possible. Every time I slid up and down his member I shifted my weight left and right and in doing so his tool exactly scratched along the parts of my pussy I felt in need for another stimuli. I loved the feel of his stiff pulsating vertical penis more than I can tell with words. It was the perfect tool and shape for self induced stimulation. If he would have had it outside me that moment I would have licked it clean for him in gratitude. For sure! I was in such a stage of sexual arousal that everything was thinkable and possible for me right now. I continued my pleasure-ride for more than a minute and my orgasm slowly lost his power because I had stretched it to far. But that was completely all right for me. It had been the longest orgasm I ever had been able to keep up, keep up in a stage that I would have called impossible before. I had experienced long orgasms before by specific masturbation techniques but that one with Leo was indescribable.

It was not an explosive orgasm like that one with Taisha in the whirlpool nor was it the ongoing wave of pleasures I had experienced together with Rajah on the divan. It was something completely different, like an orgasmic mediation. He had allowed me to tease myself with his tool, to bring myself close, to let my orgasm slip a bit away from me just to rekindle it afterwards with a fine measured slide along his cone-shaped wonderful hot jerking penis. That was so unbelievable, just incredible, just impossible to put into simple words.

After a long time of pure orgasmic sensations I finally had given in and had pushed my ongoing orgasm over the edge with a hard rapid sliding along his wet and softly vibrating member. The spasm of lust spread through my whole shivering body, that delightful convulsion of a great relief after so much pleasurable teasing all the time. But that final convulsion clearly hadn’t been the best of this delicious fuck. This time the way towards that final relief had been much much more delightful than the goal itself.

I was resting on top of his still rock solid member, very spent and I was sweating all over. His pleasure rod stuck so deep inside me that it filled my love tunnel altogether up. It’s pointy top must have been resting all the time close to the mouth of my womb. A steady flow of our combined fluids ran down from my filled womb, down the whole length of my vagina. It kept seeping between his stiff member and my highly aroused vagina walls, kept dripping onto his sheath and his large balls, kept running down his softly moving tail - had he been playing with his tail all the time?!? - and finally was building up a rather large pool on the wooden plank below us. My trouser was soaked through and through with it by now and I realized - for the first time in our secret adventure - that it could be very hard to conceal this wet sticky trouser on my way back to my own trailer.

I looked up and saw Leo moving his chest from one side to the other together with his head, looking nowhere special but enjoying the feeling, that nice wet and hot feeling inside my body, the very soft massage he got all around his member through my uncontrollable convulsions in my vaginal muscles. His member started a very slow retreat back into his sheath while his sheath stuck firmly locked inside my stretched vulva. Some good deal later I couldn’t feel his penis move inside my vagina anymore, only his furry sheath kept spreading my entrance and blocked it. I slowly increased the contraction of my vaginal muscles to stop the little convulsions along my tunnel. He suddenly moved his bum back to the ground and with a wet popping noise his furry sheath came free of me. As fast as I could somehow manage I closed my spread legs and clasped my vagina together as hard as my rather well stretched condition allowed me. That must have looked so darn stupid, a woman clasping her legs tight together but at the same time spreading her shine bones wide to manage a stand besides the hip of her feline lover. Slowly I raised into an upright standing position over him and moved my left leg as careful and slow as I could manage over him. My womb felt like a second bladder - with the exception that the fluids inside were not as fluent.

Slowly I walked over to the separating wall and shore myself up there. There was no possible way to walk back to my own trailer in my current condition without leaving wet spots behind me like a trail of bread crumbs that would lead directly into Leo’s cage. Nope, that clearly wasn’t a very good idea. Darn it! Leo had started to clean his member and I giggled. “Well, that wasn’t such a bad experience in the end, was it?” I asked him and he stopped his cleaning just for a tiny moment, gave me a glance of full agreement in his eyes and continued to lick himself (and the wooden floor below his hip!) clean of our mess.

Now I had a problem. I could let the fluids flow out of me and onto the floor and clean the mess up behind later. The fluids that were still securely locked inside me - barely - felt like a rather large amount. And that splash of liquids would seep through the wooden planks of the floor and onto the ground beneath the cage. Nah, that wasn’t a good idea.

I looked around, saw the fresh straw below his beloved blanket and had another idea. Maybe I could use the straw to soak up the mess I would clearly create? Nope, also not a good idea. I had brought in the straw just half an hour ago - had it really been only half an hour of fun? It had felt like eons… - and now would carry it out again, sticky, wet and smelling very strange? Very suspicious!

Darn, the pressure inside me got worse and my strained vaginal muscles started to ache in protest. I had to let go, had to find a solution very quick. I looked around another time and my glance fell onto Leo’s water bowl in the second section of the cage. It was empty, Leo had drunken all the water while I had cleaned up the mess in the third section. I looked around the separating wall and to my relive nobody could be seen outside the open cage door and near the fence. I couldn’t walk a step without risking to loose the control over my more and more aching vaginal muscles so I grabbed the broom that stood in the corner near me and fished with it’s wooden stick for the water bowl. Luckily I succeeded with the first try and shove the empty water bowl into the corner between the separating wall and the side wall of the cage. Leo watched my strange doings very interested but showed - to my easement - no sign of standing up and coming over to me. The bowl was in place and I turned around quickly, pushed my back hard into the corner, slid down a good way and got into a semi sitting position a short distance over the empty bowl.

I reached with both hands for my jeans and spread the soaked seam that partly covered my vulva as wide as possible without ripping the trouser apart completely. That darn panty, I nearly forgot about it again. It was soaked and as wet as my pussy so I couldn’t sense it clearly anymore. To my luck I felt it by accident with one finger of my right hand when I grabbed for the right part of the broken seam. I snatched for it with my fingers and moved it out of the way - in the nick of time. I couldn’t hold back any moment longer and finally had let go of the hurting tension in my vaginal muscles. God heavens! A white sticky stream of liquid poured out of me and slowly filled up the bottom of the bowl. And while I was at it I desperately had to do a pee. What a great relief. While I had been fucking with Leo I hadn’t sensed anything but lust, hotness and mind blowing horniness. That had pushed away all my other feelings. I hadn’t realized that I already had felt a slight longing for a pee during my cleaning in the cage. Now I remembered - I had planned to take a quick pee when I was finished with the third compartment.

Well, I really didn’t got a chance then. A very glad smile appeared in my face while I thought about my wonderful new encounter, my new sexual adventure. A ride on the lion. Oh my, I had loved my big cats all the time, now I also did it literally. And they all felt and behaved so completely different! Taisha was a fast, deep, hard and passionate fucker. He was a wild personality and he loved to do the wild thing wild. If I got into the mood for a quick wet adventure Taisha clearly was the one to choose. Rajah instead was a pleasure machine. He could fuck with me for hours, one quick hard fuck after the other. He was the right one for a complete relaxed fucking without much own participation. You laid forward on top of him and let him do the work. He loved to give, to spend pleasure many times over and over again. Leo was completely different. He also was in for a fast fuck if he had the chance to do it his way, kitty style. If I could manage him into a belly fucking with me on top of him, he was the most perfect sex toy to please oneself. No, not a sex toy. He was no toy, he was a companion in my carnal desire. A companion that allowed me to please myself with his natural build pleasure rod as long as I wished for. Not without a personal benefit for himself I would add.

I had finished my pee during my mental summary. My bladder and my womb felt so much better now. I pushed out of the corner, stood up and turned around. Wow. I already knew that my cats were able to fill me up very good - especially Rajah had filled me up so very nice because we had mated so much times together in a row - but that amount inside the bowl was WOW! Well, I realized that it had been stretched with my pee but nevertheless - the bowl was nearly full! That was at least half a liter of fluid. Holy gods of sexual joy!

Suddenly Leo was at my right side, rubbed against my leg and sniffed curious around his water bowl. “I’m so really sorry Leo but I had to misuse it. Sorry kitty. You’ll get a new one from me, promise!” I told him and rubbed his fluffy mane, bent down and hugged him tight. And then it got nasty - he rubbed along my leg and walked to the bowl. There he stared to lap up the mix of fluids. Yuck! The thought alone made me sick, not to speak about observing him in front of me lapping it up in large amounts. I tried to push him away from the bowl but he growled softly at me every time I pushed against his broad flank. Ugh, what a nasty cat!

I gave it up. If he thought it would do him good to drink my pee and our combined ejaculations -Yuck! - well so be it. I wouldn’t drink that mix for anything. Not in a thousand years. I looked away from the scene, the slapping sound of his tongue was enough to bear and I really needn’t watch him delightful emptying that. My gaze went to the floor and I saw the wet spot we both had created. I smiled once more. Next time we had to play on the fresh straw to prevent things from getting to wet. The straw! I’m such an idiot! There it was, the perfect facing to make the way back to my trailer. His beloved blanket lay there and just waited for me to be picked up and tied around my soaked and broken trouser. I carefully picked it up and tied it around my hip by knotting two corners of it together. A perfect fit! I took an arm full of straw as additional disguise and carried it before me. Should somebody see me outside and notice Leo’s blanket around my hip I could argue: “It’s the easiest way to carry an arm full of straw and a blanket (that has to be patched once more) at the same time!”

A broad grin was on my face while I walked through Leo’s cage - not without disgust about that ongoing slapping drinking sound from behind - and down the open metal ramp into the broad daylight. Well, the nastiness of Leo also had a bright side - he did not care that I carried his beloved blanket around my hip. He was too busy and distracted by the half filled bowl. Yuck!

The wet trouser beneath the blanket felt sticky to the touch and remembered me with every step what I had done together with Leo just minutes ago. That day was perfect. Every new day got better and better. My life had never been more enjoyable! I walked over to the strew bales near my trailer, put my arm full of open straw onto it and strolled extra slow back to my trailer’s door while I enjoyed to sense every step inside my wet trouser, enjoyed the sticky feel of our love fluids. Life was so very promising now. Every day implied the chance of a new adventure with my lovely big kitties, the chance of a new sexual, erotic, pervert, wonderful experience. I entered my trailer in thoughts and closed the door behind me. To my surprise Baggy still wasn’t home. Baggy is my black panther and we share the trailer together as I have already told you. He had conquered that privilege a long time ago, but that’s another (long) story.

I walked directly into the bath room, stripped all my clothes, put the soaked trouser, my panty and Leo’s blanket into the already pre-filled washing machine and turned it on. Now I really longed for a shower, a hot relaxing shower to relive my new experiences again and again in my mind while the hot water keeps flowing down my female body. I was a real woman now, a hot passionate mate for my cats. I really loved that thought.
Baghira:
Baghira is my beloved black leopard, commonly spoken of as a panther. He is the most lovely, gentle, handsome and intelligent cat I ever was blessed to get to know. I love him very very much. He is dear to my heart like a younger brother. Baggy - that’s the short name I usually call him by - is a very clever cat. Humans tend to anthropomorphize, tend to see part of themselves mirrored in their beloved ones, I know that but Baggy is not a “normal cat”. He very often shows complete human reactions when things suddenly happen to him and he has learned - by time - to read my mind through my unknowingly small visual gestures and my therein mirrored tiny mood changes. In my opinion this is for a great deal the result of his growing up together with me.
Baggy had a very sad start into life. His mom did not accept him and we had to remove him from the leopards cage to hinder her from doing him harm in any way, intentionally or unintentionally. Well, that time I was nearly eighteen years old and still had not been allowed to handle any of the big cats by direct order from my dad. But I really wanted to badly. The cats always had fascinated me by their inner power, their perfectly balanced moves and their ability to act like kittens even when they were fully grown adults just out of joy for the moment. Give them a toy they especially like and they play for hours with it. I had loved Baggy, the small little gray kitten, from the moment I saw him the first time. I tormented my dad with pleas unless he finally allowed me to take care of my little lovely Baggy kitty and - if I did a good job there - maybe also of the other three young cats.

Why I called him Baggy? Well, by that time he really was the most ugly and disheveled cat I had ever laid eyes on. His fur was a complete sloppy mess, dark gray in some places, in others it had a very dark orange colored texture. All over his ruffled up fur he had completely warped rosettes, pitch black ones. He looked very savage, very much like a small rumpled fur ball, so I gave him the name Baggy. I think his disheveled look triggered a slight mother instinct inside me. He looked so weak and so poor a little cat. Well, I’m not really telling the whole truth right now. I felt sorry for him but I always had the feeling that he would grow up and become Baghira like, a wonderful black ghost of the jungle, from the first moment I had seen into his eyes. That feeling came out of a sudden over me while I looked deep into his blue kitty eyes for the first time. His overall savage appearance had this one major exception: His eyes. They were most beautiful. They had light blue rims and a deep emerald green center with dark black pupil slits you could see a tiny mirroring of your face inside. I knew from the beginning of our companionship that he was someone very special, a one in a trillion hit.

I took very special care of him and gave him the bottle all two hours, also during the whole night. That was a really hard time for both of us. We came through it together and he developed into a beautiful young playful panther kitten. He was a real rascal sometimes. We had so much fun in playing together, hunting each other, rolling around on the ground like we were professional wrestlers, climbing trees or ladders to rest above the small world beneath us and look down onto the small busy people below us.

Time went by fast and he grew up into a breathtaking and uttermost marvelous sight. His eyes dimmed into a rich dark emerald color. They have such an oratorical mossy dark green touch that you can literally feel the wilderness of the jungle in them, feel it watching back at you through his eyes. If you dare to look very deep into them you can still see a tiny refection of yourself inside his cat pupils and most of the time you loose yourself there in pure admiration of that unbelievable mysterious wild beauty he embodies.

But it’s not the eyes alone. They only look so absolutely marvelous because of that perfect combination with his silk-like short black fur that covers his beautiful face. His eyes pretty much look like two green shining stars in the nightly blackness of a moonless sky. His fur, first that complete mess of different styles, has evolved into a jet black color. Well, you can’t truthfully call it a color at all, it more or less shows the behavior of that beautiful starless night, it tends to absorb all other colors around it and let them look pale in comparison to that rich shiny darkness. He blends somehow into his surrounding but in doing so he also changes it. It sounds very paradox, I know, but it is very difficult to describe the nature of his fur’s color. Nevertheless, there are no visible remains of the former rosette patterns left. His fur feels to the touch like the finest black silk you may possibly dream of, especially the short fur that covers his lovely feline face.

Hmm, his fur. Baggy loves getting brushed by me. At his younger kitty age my intention mainly had been the ordering of his stubborn rough fur into some kind of nicer look. Nowadays it is his most enjoyed time together with me. I only have to pull out the brush and he instantly flaps over and shows me one of his flanks to work on - hopefully with a devoted passion from my side or he would meow aloud in protest. Did I already mention that he’s an extraordinary clever cat and that he has evolved ways of communicating with me? When he finally is contend with my brushing efforts and the terrific look of his ordered fur on that side he rolls over and presents me his second flank to continue my work there. To tell the truth, I enjoy that fur brushing time with him as much as he does. Most of the time I tell him everything that is on my mind. He is a superb listener and we both love that quiet social time together very much.

His body also has developed to his greatest advantage. It is a pure pleasure to look at him. Every most genteel move of him reveals his many strong muscles, moving and working together in a marvelous perfect symphony of sheer power. His movement is as fluent as a water drop gliding down a lotus leave. You never hear him if he doesn’t want you to. He moves like a draft of spring air and suddenly accompanies you, treads besides you or rubs along your leg. Many people chiefly pay the circus a visit to get a glimpse of him and (if they pay a relatively small fee to me) to be allowed to touch him and stroke him softly under my very strict supervision.

Baggy is my very best friend and sort of a lost brother for me. We are often seen walking around inside the fence together. He is also the only big cat allowed to accompany me outside the fence. Of course he has to wear a collar and a string there but he doesn’t mind. And to be honest to you once more, I often remove the string as soon as we are out of sight of everyone. Additionally to that freedom he is the only big cat allowed to enter my private caravan and stay there while I have to do duties he isn’t “wished” to accompany me by - for example the feeding of the other circus animals outside the fence. They go mad in an instant at his perfect predator appearance. We tried it once with a nearly devastating result. The horses were in shock and terror for the whole day afterwards.

Baggy sleeps besides me every night in my bed. I already explained to you that I had to feed him ever two hours when he was a small ill kitten. The easiest thing at that time was to take him with me to bed and store a warmed bottle of milk in my reach. Afterwards he demanded unyieldingly to stay inside my warm bed at nights and would for nothing on earth stop crawling together with me under the soft blanket. I didn’t mind - indeed I very much love to have someone that wonderful besides me at nights to cuddle up with - but my father was very upset. How could I be so bold and demand to take a wild beast with me into the caravan at nights, even if it was a young. After some time without any troubles, scratches or other problems he slowly had given in and learned to accept my decision. He never really had any other choice. I wouldn’t have renounced B