#timmy de

"Well, you ought to hurry and choose, dear. I have some business to attend to," Timothy's sharp, but the lust is in his voice is unwavering.

Betty hums seductively, "Pick me, I'm hungry, darlin'."

You've found yourself in the most peculiar yet arousing situation.

Your legs are spread wide, your right leg over Betty's shoulder, left leg over Timothy's as they stare at your sex with greedy eyes. You stare down at them, half taken aback by how they are both on their hands and knees on the plush bed. Betty's gorgeous tits kiss against the sheets, her hand stroking your thigh, seductive hazed over eyes glaring at you with watery juicy lips.

Timothy, on the other hand, paws and kitten licks your thigh, his raven tail curling and swaying with all the playfulness in the world. He wants to rush you, he wants you to pick him. With his saucer eyes, black little dew drops with flickers of yellow, pleading with you to pick him.

You reach down, grab the back of his head, and push him into your sex. "Purrfect," he mewls, using that obnoxious tongue of his to devour you like kittens to milk.

"Oh, c'mon, big boy," Betty purrs, leaning in close to his ears, which flicker when her lips touch the fur. "Save some for me." Her free hand drums down his back, forcing him to shiver.

You moan out, at how he skillfully sculpts you, his horny saucer eyes switching from your glaze to Betty's, feeling cornered between two beasts. Betty's breath is heavy as she bites her lip, "Can't wait any longer." Betty dives into you, flattening her tongue into a thick stripe. She licks you up in one fell swoop, your sex hot from arousal, and the heat of both their hungry mouths.

You moan out, but she doesn't stop, almost taking control over pleasuring your sex. She takes the grounds, leaving Timothy to lick up the rest. The room begins to fill with delicious, sloppy sounds. Her eyes were drowning in lust, and her pretty face flushed red, but in every move she was confident. The sight was sharp, watching her suck you as if you were a treat.

Timothy was slowly moaning out for every lick. He's greedy, but remaining docile. His wide eyes match his lowered ears, stress, and neediness. With every desire he wants to paw at his pants, have you alone. Yet here Betty is, interrupting the schedule.

But he'll allow it, after all, his darling was about to cum.

You brace yourself on thin air as your orgasm washes over you. Timothy watches with observant, blissful eyes. But he's barely able to before Betty's hand slides up the back of his head, fisting back locks between her fingers. His ears shot forward, "Ahhg! B-Betty."

"Just gonna keep watching, little kitty," she asks him, licking her lips of your juices. Timothy's lips shine similarly in the mixture of spit and you.

He's shy, stuttering out, "N-No. Of course not. The next activity on my intercourse schedule--"

"Schedule? Maybe you need a little liberating from it, Timothy… Come out and play," she purrs out. She's irresistible; she takes up the space; it's hers. Before you know it, Timothy has fallen victim to it, limp in her hold, needy, greedy lips parting, eyes lidding to taste her tongue. They meet; their kiss is fierce, with Betty leading and Timothy following her every sway.

She parts the kiss, "Are you a bad kitty?"

"Y-Yes… I am a b-bad kitty," Timothy mewls, eyes shaded over. His hands grab at her shoulders, trying to pull her back to him. "I-im a bad kitty... s-so kiss me," he hushes. Their lips crash again, and you're there in shock. Your hands are traveling all over your body, pleasuring yourself in the right places, quiet moans as you watch the show.

Betty has one hand on his cheek, the other trailing down his back to his tiny waist. He shivers once, his tail whipping up then swimming a sultry sway. Then, he shivers again, except this time, his tail puffs, darting straight up. He yelps suddenly, "Oh Dear! My scheduling! Its ru--mmgg!" But he's cut off by himself, biting his lips as black eyes roll to the back of his head, "Nyaaa."

Betty pulls away, eyebrows pinching in concern. "Are you alright Timot--"

In an instant, he pounces on her with a catty smile, and they crash into the space next to you as you dart upright. Timmy grins as he rubs his face into Betty's breasts, purring out sweetly. "Timmy will show you both what a bad kitty is," he barks out. He is all toothy. And before anyone could laugh at his ridiculousness, Timmy stands on business.

He steals Betty's lips, interrupting the kiss with bites and nips. Sucking down on her tongue, while his paws undress her top. Her breasts bounce out, and he is no stranger to inviting his kitten licks downstairs to tease and play. Betty moans out, her sound rich and vital.

You creep up behind them, grabbing Timmy's tail, his ass brushing your crotch. He perks and arches back into you, finally breaking his barrage to look back at you with a sexy-over-the-shoulder glare. "Is master pleased with Timmy," he asks, perking his ass into you.

You grunt in disbelief.

"He's out of control," Betty moans, her voice drowning in light giggles.

"Nyaa," Timmy mewls in agreement.

You hook your hands around his dress paints, slipping them off him along with his boxers. His cute, tan ass greets you first above anything, and it's groped thoroughly. "Master," he whispers to you as he takes in Betty's lips.

You crack your hand on his cheek, watching his tail stiffen and sway. How he yelps and breaks his kiss. And with entitled eyes, he glares back at you. "Hey," he barks.

Betty giggles, rising free from beneath him, her hand petting his soft head. "I've got an idea," she hums.

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It's a pretty sight. Your fingers are deep in Timmy's ass, fingertips curving against his sweet spot, freehand stretched over to slowly stroke his leaky, horny cock. His little paws are on either side of Betty's thighs, his head pushed into Betty's pussy.

The sound of his strong, fervent slurps fills the room, only interrupted by his sharp mewls and Betty's tender groans. Her hands play in his hair, tickling his ears, her curves out in display, her voluminous breasts with large pink nipples are out wonderfully, covered in hickeys from Timmy's catfight.

"Timothy was such an obedient kitty," you strike his spot, giving his sensitive head a loving tandem squeeze.

Timmy wails, the sound muffled by her juicy, wet box. His tail curves longingly around your arm. You've been edging him, forcing him to push Betty to her high like a sex toy. His eyes are teary, ecstasy in every breath of his. He's a bad, evil kitty, he does what he wants.

And with teary eyes he stares up at Betty as he delivers on the best head, leaking more and more for every erotic expression that crosses her face. Her grip on his hair tightens, and his tail begins to quiver and shake. He's going to cum.

"Aah… Mmh, a-amazing," Betty arches forward, pushing her big clit into Timmy's flickering tongue. He made her clit swollen and fat, throbbing, the echos of his tongue still lingering on her nub.

Timmy's denied yet another orgasm, and with a wail, he pops off Betty's sweetness. "Nyou-no fair master. No fair," he commands. He pushes himself onto your fingers, his tail quivering. "Mmhm, Timmy like this," he moans, as he slowly fucks himself on your fingertips.

"Bad Timmy," you scold and hold his ass in place.

"Timmy will only pleasure Betty if Master pleases Timmy! Timmy has been good," he growls, baring his teeth.

"Cant-uh… tame this one, baby," Betty pants. Her face is sensual as she teases her nipples, abrupt, sharp twists as her clit throbs.

"Do we have a deal with Timmy," he smiles sharply.

You purr, "Mmh… I think I know a way we can all get what we want."

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Betty rides Timmy like a cowboy, and you wish you could see it. But the juicy, lustful sound of her wet pussy combined with her ragged, desperate moans was enough for you. Every thrust shook the bed, you could feel the weight shift behind you, as you sat over Timmy's face, your sex all in his mouth from this angle, your back turned to Betty.

His paws were on either side of your thighs, his gorgeous blown-out eyes fleeing from the stars and back. Avoiding the power that comes with sharing a glare with you.

Betty's hand was on your shoulders, using you as stability to fuck herself down on Timmy's wet cock. Her fat swollen clit was wonderfully teased with by her freehand, as the stench of fucking filled the bedroom.

"oouh-- f'yess m- mm- mff," Betty swallows thickly, her toes curled up, stars twinkling in her peripherals.

You were gonna blow. Not just from Timmy's wild mouth, but from Betty's lewdness, or maybe it was the way the bed shifted, pushing yourself deeper into Timmy, or was it the way his sexy, boba-pearl eyes glared at you, combined with his alert, prideful ears.

Timmy was gonna cum too. His cock was leaking and twitching inside Betty's warm, juicy folds. She was velvet and red hot, sucking him back in with an intense grip, and how her weight rested on him, combined with your sex ruffling him dead quiet, thighs tickling his face, your ass near to his neck and chest-- he couldn't stay alive for his own good.

And within seconds, he cries out on your sex, "nnyff!! nyyaaff," and shoots hot, sticky streams deep into Betty.

Betty's eyes roll back, her sinful pussy sucking him all up, as she lowered herself on him, teasing her clit, fucking it until she soon blew, "m' cummin' ooh-- f'yesss!" And in tandem, hearing her fuck her clit made you go haywire, as you spilled all over Timmy's poor mouth.

"Mmasterff-masterff," he groans.

You don't remember much, too tired from being too fucking horny. But you do remember the aftercare, and the tender, sweet cuddling. How Timmy curled up next to Betty, cutely tucking his tail in, resting his head on her shoulder, his paws stroking your cheek as you rested on the opposite side of her, your head resting on her pillowy breasts. Her warm hand was stroking your back, her laugh soft and faint as you faded into sleep.