Clare’s smirk widens, and then, without warning, her paws clamp together on either side of your head. She quickly leans down and plants a kiss on your lips, her neck and jaw obscuring your vision. Then, holding it for only a few seconds, she pulls back.

 

“Well~ there’s your reward for a job well done,” she says, her paws still wrapped around your cheeks and ears.

 

“That’s yer idea of a reward? Hah!” You hear Savannah boast as she looms into your sight. “Ya gotta do it like this, Clare.”

 

Glancing to the side, you spot Savannah bending over, followed by the sound of rustling clothing and something hitting the ground.

 

“Aw, that’s no fair,” Clare complains, and then releases your head.

 

As she does so, the back of the seat suddenly drops back to a little above vertical. Savannah is staring at you, naked from the waist down.

 

“I was trying to be a bit tactful…”

 

Clare? Tactful? Well, you admit she’s calmed down remarkably from her exhibitionist ways in recent months. It’s still an amusing thought, enough to get a short chuckle out of you that draws her ire. Even Savannah looks like she’s trying to stifle a laugh and turns away to hide her face.

 

“Hmph. Fine then,” Clare says, leaning back down to kiss you, though this time she holds it longer and deeper. Breaking off after a long moment, she pulls back and begins taking her top off, exposing her bountiful breasts that lift up and then sway down heavily as they spring free once her shirt is gone.

 

“Well, looks like ya ain’t too embarrassed to be seen with us in public,” Savannah calls from near your legs. Turning your attention from Clare as she stands and begins undoing her pants, the manticore is moving into a position to straddle you, swinging one leg in between yours and resting her crotch on your leg. Instantly you can feel her warm moisture soaking into the material of your pants, spreading across the top of your thigh.

 

“Ah ah,” Clare taunts, pulling your chin back lightly with a paw. “Focus here, please,” she says as she smothers you with another deep, upside-down kiss.

 

While her tongue invades your mouth, she begins to massage your chest with her paws – and you reciprocate the gesture. Her large breasts hang down inches from your head, making the reach slightly awkward, but you take each of them into a palm to massage and caress. Clare giggles into your mouth, and then gives a happy moan as you feel her nipples harden at your touch.

 

Savannah begins to undo your belt, slipping the buckle free. Then she works on the zipper, and carefully tugs your pants down until they’re around your feet. Freed from its prison, your erection springs up from the parting in your boxers.

 

“Looks like someone’s happy to see me,” Savannah coos, and you can feel the fur on her legs tickle against yours as she swings herself around so that both her legs are on the outside of yours. She begins to slide forward, letting most of her weight rest on your thighs, then against your crotch. As she slowly scoots forwards, you feel something warm and moist slide up against the bottom of your cock, pinning it against your stomach.

 

Though you try to look down, Clare won’t release you from your duties of kissing her and kneading her soft, warm breasts. Finally, she breaks her kiss for a time longer than required to take a breath. Instead of freeing you, however, she slides forward until her breasts are over your face, then her tummy.

 

She pauses with her naval directly at eye level, making you wonder what the two are planning. Savannah is rocking herself back and forth against the bottom of your dick, coating it in her fluids, but stops moving her hips right about the time Clare halts above you.

 

You can hear them whispering, but can’t make out what is being said. Soon, however, Clare lifts herself up and gives you a smirk. Savannah does the same, but her purpose is to line you up. Glancing down, you see her position you directly at her glistening sex, her furry paws soaking in some of the fluids from earlier. Then, licking her lips, she drops down and slams you home in one quick run, settling down against your pelvis with a soft clap. Her thighs and breasts jiggle slightly from the impact, and she lets out a soft gasp of pleasure.

 

Clare sidles forward, until her crotch shadows your face. She’s flying at full staff as well, sexual fluids leaking from both of her organs. But, she doesn’t halt there, continuing forward until her steamy labia is directly over you, its musky, womanly scents enveloping you. Carefully, she lowers down until her lips are resting on yours, the insides of her hot thighs pressing against your cheeks. Her weight continues to increase, until you’re forced to use your arms to support her, your hands finding purchasing on her plush ass cheeks.

 

At the other end, Savanna begins moving in slow, purposeful strokes. Rather than leaning forward onto you, it feels like she’s leaning backwards – possibly against the steering wheel. Her hot, silken folds suck and massage your cock as it slides in and out of her, and despite her tightness you can feel warm, sticky tendrils run down your shaft when she reaches the peak of her stroke.

 

Rather than delving straight in, you run your tongue up and down Clare’s slit, cleaning off her tart secretions. She shudders slightly from your oral caress, then doubly again when she shifts her pelvis and you give her tender sack the same treatment, running your tongue as far across her as possible.

 

Her position changes again, this time to one that’s a bit laid back – she must be propping herself up against the separating wall behind the seat. From this position you’re able to dart your tongue straight into her depths, probing as far as you can manage. Every time you enter and wiggle your tongue, you give her ass a firm shake, causing Clare to let out little happy gasps.

 

Savannah is starting to build up her pace, rising faster and letting her weight carry her down, her thighs and ass clapping against you. She’s starting to moan, and the copious secretions she’s exuding are beginning to trickle down your thighs and balls, pooling underneath you.

 

Thank goodness for scotchguard.

 

Suddenly Clare lets out a moan and a deep shudder, despite your tongue doing nothing different. Thinking of giving her dick a bit of attention, you shift one arm to reach in front of her, only to discover a large, leathery bulb has firmly attached itself to Clare’s crotch. The outside is pulsing; no doubt the intensity is that much more on the inside of the fleshy tailpussy.

 

Ever the sensitive one, Clare’s vocalizations quickly exceed Savannah’s from the combined assault on her pussy and cock, making your task that much more difficult as her hips constantly buck forward, lured up by the desire to delve deeper into Savannah’s living onahole. Fed up with her bucking on your face, you snake your arms up the inside of her thighs, then wrap them down and support her ass and to lock her into place.

 

Pulling her down further until her engorged and drooling cunt is nearly mashed against your mouth, you’re able to push your tongue further into her tangy folds and ridges, driving the cat mad with pleasure as the tailpussy goes into overdrive at the same time, shoving Clare over the edge as she lets out a yowl of ecstasy.

 

The manticore riding you has wicked up into a fast, strong pace, no longer letting gravity alone bring her down against you. The double action of a cock in her tail and another in her snatch must be akin to being double-penetrated, and her rapturous moans are testament to the pleasure it brings. Her soppy, drooling cunt suddenly wrings tight as her body hits the first climax, grabbing your entire length and glans hard and fast, rippling and undulating as her entire body contracts and relaxes are random.

 

Both of them orgasm at nearly the same time, and you shift Clare backwards slightly, dropping her taut sack against your lips. Her hard, powerful contractions while firing off the seed from within causes her balls to rise and lower with every spurt into the manticore’s tailpussy, tempting you into licking and sucking on them, rolling the pair of heavy orbs in your mouth.

 

Having both of them orgasm atop you, the scents and stickiness of their fluids, the sounds of their delight, and Savannah’s cunt gripping and wrapping firmly around you brings forth your own climax. You let slip your own satisfied moan as your cock twitches and bucks within the manticore’s grasp, lifting up your own hips to bury yourself within her as far as possible. Just as your glans kisses the entrance to her womb, the first of your thick tendrils works its way free and paints the inside of her womanhood a pearly white. Several more voluminous, white-hot loads burst forth into Savannah, filling her up with your virile seed.

 

For a while all is still, save for the panting of the three of you. Clare shifted herself off of you, sliding back against the wall to the ground. Savannah flopped forward, lying against you, smiling happily as a bead of sweat rolls down her chin and onto you.

 

After a few minutes of recovery, Savannah shifted slightly to remove her shirt, finally freeing her massive breasts. You’re pretty sure Savannah has been getting heavier, but everything has apparently been going to her thighs, ass, and chest.

 

“How about someplace a little more comfortable,” Clare suggests, her voice coming from behind. You and Savannah both look to her as she stands and stretches. Her release continues to trickle down and out from both of her sexes, though you notice a twitch of her shaft as she eyes you and Savannah pressing together, naked.

 

“Ya, that was fun, but a bit uncomfortable…” Savannah says, standing up. As she turns around, you can see that was indeed leaning against the wheel – a faint red half-circle is imprinted on her lower back, just above her ass.

 

You grin a bit, but decide to avoid telling Savannah about her telltale mark. Though as you get up, you can see that people indeed caught your show, and are still hanging around. They probably couldn’t see you, but most certainly could see Savannah’s back and maybe some of Clare from the outside. Well, no point in being embarrassed about things – you give a wave to the audience. An older man gives you a thumbs up, and another guy maybe around your age frowns, assuming the display to be over. There’s also a scantily-clad Kitsune standing just in front of the truck, a hand tucked down the front of her skirt. When your eyes meet hers, she sticks a finger from her other hand into her mouth and sucks on it, throwing you a wink.

 

You briefly consider if Clare and Savannah would mind a third girl, but dismiss it with a sigh. You shrug out the window, much to the disappointment of the fox-woman.

 

“What’re ya doin’?” Savannah calls to you. Well, it’s rude to keep a woman waiting.

 

On the bunk in the back, they’ve already lifted away the top portion. “Come and lay down…” Clare says, eyeing you suggestively. She’s already hard again, and waiting to get the show on the road. Savannah is looking impatient as well, sitting spread eagle in the corner, massaging herself with a paw.

 

Such hungry women. But, you want to be a bit more assertive this time around.

 

You ask Clare to lie down instead. She seems to consider your offer, and then agrees wordlessly as you take hold of her and push her down gently, then orient her so that her legs are facing the edge of the bunk. Parting them like the red sea, you take hold of her sack and cock with each hand. Massaging her taut sack and stroking her shaft, using your thumb to tease the tip of her glans, Clare gasps loudly, but soon has her mouth occupied by a manticore cunt.

 

Savannah begins to palm and massage her breasts as she rocks her hips on Clare’s face, though her eyes are fixated on you, but occasionally cast furtive glances toward her friend’s dick. The cat’s member is already oozing pre, and her ass cheeks are coated in a new sheen of her secretions. Finally ready for action yourself again, you decide to do Clare another favor and slide into her tight ring. It resists you at first, but then her asshole opens up to allow you passage, a moan from the cat muffled by Savannah’s snatch. Pressing forward, you feel a familiar firm bump along the top of your glans, then shaft. As your length runs along her prostate, the amount of pre from Clare turns into a steady stream, punctuated by small white globs.

 

Savannah smiles while looking at the throbbing thing being teased by your hands, and decides to forgo the cheshire’s mouth. Walking on all fours forward, she leans up when she reaches you, until she comes to her full height while kneeling above Clare’s crotch. She then wraps her paws around your neck, and stares down lovingly into your eyes. Dropping her hips in one swift motion, she impales herself on the catcock with a gasp.

 

With the height difference, your face is perfectly level with her breasts, and she takes full advantage by pulling you in tight against them.

 

Rocking your hips back and forth, spearing Clare’s asshole on your inches, you’re forced to hold her legs wide open to make room for the manticore. Savannah is kneeling, her legs tucked underneath Clare’s, your arms holding the cat’s legs up and open. You’re kind of amazed at the flexibility of the two of them; every time Savannah drops herself, she also winds up crushing Clare’s legs against her calves – but that doesn’t seem to impede either of them.

 

The cat is moaning loudly, her hand-paws wrapped firmly onto Savannah’s hips to aid her movements. Clare’s tight, rippled colon clings to your cock, the feeling highlighted by her powerful ring, and every time you bump up against her prostate the moan turns into a yowl, and by now, thanks to your pace, her yowling is constantly.

 

Savannah pants just above your head, your face smothered in her breast. She twists and turns her torso to present her nipples to you, encouraging you to tease them. Taking one of her firm, thick nipples into your mouth, you suck mightily and flick it with your tongue. In no time at all you can taste her milk as it begins to seep out, encouraged by your actions. She buries her face in your hair, grabbing onto you for leverage as she bucks her hips wildly, slamming down against Clare over and over again, her hot breath spilling out across you.

 

Clare’s ass is beginning to clamp down around you tightly, signaling her impeding climax, but the action brings you to finish before she does. With a grunt, and releasing one of Savannah’s abused nipples from your mouth, you concentrate on loading up Clare’s guts with your love, drawing out nearly all the way and then hitting home hard in time with every hot, mind-numbing jet you release. Your actions inadvertently cause you to spear up at an angle, focusing your glans on her delicate prostate.

 

Her eyes screw down hard and she grits her teeth hard, her back arching up to a nearly impossible angle as an orgasm you could only dream of rocks her body. Her legs curl around your sides, somehow trapping both you and Savannah in their grasp, her foot-paws gripping your shoulders. A deep growling groan turns into a high-pitched yowl, her anus biting down hard and then spasming as she unloads a fresh volley into Savannah’s thirsty cunt.

 

The leg-lock loosens a bit, and as you back out of Clare’s asshole, Savannah allows herself to tumble backwards. The cat immediately shifts her arms to lock around the manticore’s midsection, and begins to thrust up wildly in time with her pulsating climax, stuffing Savannah’s already full womanhood with a truly massive load of catspunk. With Savannah and Clare both on their backs, you have a full sight of the view, including when her vagina finally overflows, spurts of semen blowing past the tight seal around Clare’s dick.

 

Many panting, tired minutes later, you realize you never unhooked from the trailer.

 

“It’s fine,” Savannah says, rubbing a paw on your chest. “We’ll be bringin’ this same trailer somewhere else once they unload it then load it with other stuff.”

 

Heh heh, loads, you think to yourself giggling. Then you come to a dead halt as you realize what you just did. What have these two done to you?

 

Savannah gives you an eye, wondering what the hell you just thought. Clare is already sleeping, curled up like… well, a cat, on the bed. Fortunately she picked the wettest spot, leaving relatively dryness for you and Savannah to cuddle.

 

“Still, we’ll have to do something even more special to celebrate your first haul,” Savannah says grinning at you.

 

Wasn’t this special enough, you ask?

 

“Nah, this was just a good ole’ fuck. One we ain’t had in a while, so that was fun too. But yea, I’ve got somethin’ planned for you tonight, just ya wait ‘n see.” To emphasize her words, she squeezes you tight against her.

 

What could she be planning?