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You heard the front door open and close, followed by weary footsteps into the living room and the sound of someone sinking into the old leather armchair with a satisfied groan – Rodger was home from work. You had only moved in with the middle-aged German shepherd a few weeks ago after responding to an ad for a room for rent, but the two of you had quickly built a rapport. He was a rather friendly fellow, and not bad to look at either, with enough gray in his muzzle to give him that “distinguished older gentleman” look.

You walked into the living room to see Rodger sitting back in his favorite recliner, the first two buttons on his shirt undone, the chair leaned back and raising up his size-eleven feet, still in his dark dress socks.

“Hey, Rodge,” you said, your eyes dipping down toward his feet for a moment. “Long day?”

“Hah, long week,” he said, laying back with his arms resting on top of his head. “Ugh, I’ve been on my feet all day. Meeting in one conference room, different meeting in another conference room, the elevator was out of order…”

You glanced down at Rodger’s feet again, fixated on the way his toes flexed and curled within the fabric of his socks. It was almost something of a tease; Rodger preferred to go barefoot at home, so you could always get an eyeful of the goods whenever you were in the same room.

“Uhm…”

You blinked and looked up to meet Rodger’s eye and felt a sudden heat rising up in your neck when you realized Rodger had caught you staring.

“Hey, uh,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would you mind helping me get my socks? And ah…maybe do a bit more after that?”

All you could do was nod eagerly, reaching down to peel off each of Rodger’s socks, licking your lips at the sight of his wiggling toes. He curled them up almost shyly, making a pleased chuffing sound as your hands brushed against the sides of his feet. And he hadn’t been kidding about being on his feet all day – the smell of him hit your nose immediately and generated a pleasant little stirring in your lower belly. You clasped his left foot in your hands rubbing your thumbs into his arch and dipping your head down to slowly swipe your tongue across the tops of his toes.

“You have no idea how much I’d love to.”

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Rashula grunted as he yanked the last of his spent crossbow bolts from the chest of the dead vampire, checking it over for reusability. The hulking Argonian nodded once, satisfied, and returned it to his bolt pouch. He glanced over to his Khajiit companion, who was bent over a dead Thalmor; a group of them had tried allying with local vampires to further the Dominion’s agenda. The details didn’t matter much to Rashula or his team: the only order they got from Isran was “Kill them all and let Arkay sort them out.”

“You done snacking over there, Jonas?” he asked teasingly.

Jonas lifted his head, the ashen-furred Khajiit looking a touch bashful as he wiped blood from his muzzle; the Thalmor weren’t the only ones willing to work with vampires these days. Rashula got to his feet and approached the other man with a grin, helping him up and very casually sliding an arm around his waist. He leaned in to playfully nip at one of Jonas’ fuzzy feline ears and the Khajiit shuddered, pressing himself more firmly into the large Argonian’s side.

“Let’s go grab the others and unwind for a bit, yeah?”

“Oh, of course…” Jonas murmured.

Rashula led Jonas to a clearing where his companions had finished cleaning up after their skirmish with the Thalmor and were already getting a fire going. Durak and Ingjard both looked up, the former giving his Argonian companion a sly grin. The gray-haired orc got to his feet and approached them, reaching down to grab a casual handful of Jonas’ ass.

“Time for us to unwind, eh, captain?” he asked Rashula.

“That it is,” Rashula said, clapping his hand down on Jonas’ ass. “You know the drill, Jonas.”

Jonas nodded and stepped between his three comrades to strip, and there was a chorus of rustling cloth, scraping leather and jangling metal as clothes and armor were all quickly discarded and left to pile up haphazardly on the ground. Jonas quickly dropped to all fours and crawled toward Ingjard, eagerly burying his muzzle between the Nord woman’s strong thighs. Ingjard leaned back with a groan of pleasure, pressing her fingers through the Khajiit’s hair to hold his head firmly against her sex, hissing with pleasure at his skilled feline tongue.

Rashula crouched down over the smaller male’s upturned ass and planted his big feet on the ground, pushing the swollen head of his cock up against Jonas’ well-loved pucker. He slid in and settled into to an energetic rhythm he knew Jonas could handle, his balls clapping noisily off that fuzzy backside, driving him further between Ingjard’s legs. Durak waited patiently for his friend to finish, and as soon as the big Argonian sated himself on the Khajiit, he took his place behind the needy vampire, his own fat-bellied dick squelching through the creamy mess Rashula had left behind.

Jonas moaned and whimpered hungrily into Ingjard’s cunt, her hand holding him there firmly by the hair. She could watch as his eyes rolled back into his head, his legs twitching and kicking behind him as Rashula and Durak took turns using him. His toes clenched up tightly, his breath quickening, his small cock painfully hard and bouncing about between his thighs, dripping precum onto the grass. He rolled his hips eagerly and erratically back onto Rashula and Durak’s fat, leaking cocks until they were both spent, a mix of thick, potent seed oozing from the Khajiit well-used hole. Rashula casually walked up beside Jonas and rested a large bare foot on the back of his head.

“You done snacking down there, Jonas?” he asked teasingly.

“Seems that blood isn’t the only thing that keeps him going…” Ingjard panted.

“We should go report in to Isran,” Durak said, stretching his arms over his head. “No point in staying out here much longer.”

“And we’ll make sure our good little vampire kitty gets another reward for all his hard work,” Rashula added. “I think my nephew is actually Fort Dawnguard, I think you’ll find you two have a lot in common…”

Jonas whimpered happily between Ingjard’s thighs. It was a good thing the Dawnguard didn’t treat all vampires badly.

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I arrived at Kynesgrove earlier that morning and left my things at the inn, immediately making my way out to the mud pit my friends had told me about. A warm, bubbling mud pit in a rather quiet and private spot not too far from the inn. Perfect, really. Supposedly, this is where they had met; a lovely story, but sometimes you just want a little quiet and solitude. I left my clothes in a pile by the mud pit, shivering a little as the chilly air touched my naked skin. I wanted to just jump right in, but a fine mud pit like this had to be savored.

I slid in feet first, slowly immersing myself in the delightfully warm mud. Malacath’s balls, it felt amazing on my skin. Inch by inch, I submerged myself in the thick, warm mud until it was up to my shoulders and I laid back against the edge of the pit. There were a few decent pits around Whiterun, and this was the kind of quality I came to expect from them.

The sensation was enough to send a thrill through my lower belly and I quickly grew hard under the mud. Something about the way it felt, the way it clung to my skin, always got me going. It wasn’t something I could fully explain, but the sensation of that warm, sticky mud on my bare skin was delightful beyond description. I curled my fingers around my cock, stroking gently as I lay submerged in the pit.

I reached up to hoist myself out of the pit with a grunt of effort, looking down between my thighs at my stiff, wobbling erection, the rigid tool slapping against my mud-coated belly. I rolled over onto my knees, face down in the relatively cool grass. I grasped at my aching cock with one hand, pumping over the length, feeling precum already dribbling out onto the ground. My breath quickened and I reached back with my free hand, rubbing my fingers between my ass cheeks, probing at my own exposed pucker.

My middle finger slid in, working its way past the rim, the ring finger following soon after and I pumped my hand even more urgently over my throbbing, muddy dick. I panted hard against the grass, using my fingers to find my prostate as I tugged almost desperately on my dick, feeling precum dribbling from the tip.

“Aahhhh…haahhh…”

I felt my body stiffen, my toes clenching up as I finally reached that peak, squirting my seed into the grass under me. I lay there for a moment to catch my breath, rolling over onto my back, though it wasn’t long before the warmth of the mud pit beckoned me again. This really was the life.

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“You decided what you wanna watch?” Darrell asked, leaning back on the couch. “Not that our third’s gonna be doing much of that.”

“Heh, that’s a good point,” Toaxtle said, folding his arms behind his head. Both men stole a glance down toward you.

You were knelt down in front of the couch, one hand supporting a broad heel from each of your much larger companions. Their broad soles largely obscured your vision, but you still had a good view of their faces, and you felt a pleasant thrill in your lower belly when they turned their attention to you, eyes hungry. Darrell had invited the two of you over for “movie night”, but from your past experiences with the big, musky yeen, watching movies usually devolved into being the big man’s plaything for a while. Not that you complained. And you certainly didn’t complain when he decided to invite someone else over to share you with.

“You bring this guy over often?” Toaxtle asked, wriggling his toes against your lips. He let out a soft groan as your lips promptly sealed around one of his thick digits. “Definitely knows what he’s doing.”

“Oh yeah, he’s a regular,” Darrell said, leaning back onto the couch and resting an arm behind his head. He lifted his other foot and pressed it against the side of your face, the sheer scent of him making your eyes roll back, your head swimming. “Decided what you wanna watch yet?”

“Heh, sorry, kinda distracted,” the dragon said. He pressed his foot more firmly against your mouth, forcing one of his toes past your lips. “How about The Great British Bake Off?”

“Oooh, I love that show!” Darrell said, eagerly curling his musky toes around your face. He glanced down at you. “How’s that sound?”

“Mmmhmm!” you groaned in eager, but muffled agreement, slobbering hungrily over the dragon’s thick digits.

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With their bags safely stowed in the trunk, Kiniro and Rascal settled into the backseat of the taxicab for the ride to the convention center. Traffic was a bit on the heavy side today, adding a little time to drive and occasionally leaving them sitting in traffic. The cabby didn’t seem particularly chatty, either, leaving the couple to enjoy their ride in relative silence apart from the radio. Rascal leaned in against their partner with a contented little purr, the tri-colored feline nuzzling in against Kiniro’s shoulder affectionately.

Kiniro turned his head a bit and smiled at the attention, slipping his arm around Rascal’s shoulders, dipping his head down to give the wildcat a little smooch between the ears. Rascal’s purring grew just a touch louder as they pressed themselves more comfortably into Kiniro’s side, resting a hand on the donkey’s thigh. Then those furry fingers slunk their way upward toward Kiniro’s groin, grasping at the bulge hidden in his jeans.

“Nnh…” Kiniro groaned. “Come on, babe, what are you doing?”

Rascal simply stuck out their tongue by way of reply, their fingers deftly popping the button on Kiniro’s jeans, a smooth and well-practiced motion. Kiniro’s rapidly swelling member soon flopped out into the open air of the cab with a soft rustle of fabric, Rascal’s fingers closing lovingly around the donkey’s heated girth. The amorous feline lowered their head over Kiniro’s lap, running their raspy tongue around that blunt, appetizing cockhead.

Kiniro stiffened up in his seat, biting back a groan and tightening his fingers on the back of Rascal’s neck, his hips rolling up involuntarily toward Rascal’s hungry maw, his stiffening member sinking in deeper past their lips and toward the back of their throat.

“Everything okay back there?” the cabby asked; they were too focused on trying to merge to look in the back.

“Yep, we’re good,” Kiniro said, his hand pressing down on the back of Rascal’s head. Precum was already welling up at the tip of his aching cock and the poor donkey snorted quietly as Rascal’s head bobbed over his lap. Kiniro’s breathing grew quicker, his body tensing while the familiar sensation of impending orgasm welled up in his loins, his member tensing in Rascal’s eager, hungry maw. He barely noticed when a passing car zoomed ahead of the cab, his climax hitting just as the cabby leaned into the horn.

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOIN’, ASSHOLE!” he yelled out the driver’s side window, the noise covering the sound of Kiniro’s pleasured, breathy groan, his seed spurting steadily into Rascal’s maw and down the hungry wildcat’s gullet.

“You two okay back there?” the cabby asked, turning to glance into the back just as Rascal lifted their head.

“We’re okay!” they said brightly while patting Kiniro on the thigh. “Don’t mind him, he’s just a little startled.”

“Buncha fuckin’ crazies on the road today, I swear…” the cabby muttered.

Kiniro rolled his head to the side, giving Rascal an exasperated, half-lidded look, getting only a grin in response, pearly fluid staining his partner’s lips. The donkey shook his head and leaned back against the seat, folding his arms over his chest.

“You’re the worst,” he mouthed at Rascal.

“Love you too,” Rascal mouthed back.

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Bucker’s truck pulled up into the dirt driveway leading down to the nearby farm, the big husky-coyote squinting slightly a pair of tall, burly male figures milling about in the driveway. Both were similarly dressed – a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and nothing in between. One was a middle-aged brown stallion with a longish gray mane, the other a paunchy black bull with a pair of silver rings hanging from his ears. They both looked up as the truck pulled up to a stop and the stallion sauntered over toward the driver’s side door, his hefty member flopping about enticingly between his muscular thighs.

Bucker opened the driver’s side door to greet the stallion. He greeted Bucker with a grin, planting one big, booted foot up on the floor on the truck, leaving his heavy member and full balls to hang deliciously.

“Bucker?” he asked, grinning and offering a big hand. “I’m Lucas, that’s Burt,” he said, nodding toward the bull, who tipped his cowboy hat in greeting. “Good to meet ya, hot stuff.”

Bucker grinned and shook Lucas’ hand, tipping his own hat in greeting.

“Real nice to meet you fellas!” he said brightly. He went to step down out of his truck and the stallion grabbed a handful of his thick ass almost immediately.

“I’ll bet,” Lucas drawled. “We’re gonna have ourselves a real hog-killin’ time with you, Bucker.”

Burt chuckled as he sauntered toward the pair, one hand on his thick, dangling cock, steadily stroking it.

“Somethin’ tells me we won’t have to work too hard to break this one in,” the bull rumbled. “Let’s see how ya ride, boy.”

Lucas and Burt helped Bucker undress right here on the front lawn, the trio’s shenanigans perfectly visible from the main road. Lucas fetched some lube from his own truck while Bucker got down on all fours in the grass, and the two friends got to work on their handsome hookup. Lucas was crouched over Bucker’s backside, pushing his thick cock into the husky-coyote’s eager hole while Burt grasped the back of his head, pushing his own stiff cock over Bucker’s tongue and toward the back of his throat.
Lucas didn’t start slow – Bucker’s messages on the app made it clear he had no problem with rough riding. The handsome old stallion was all too happy to oblige and had his heavy balls clapping off Bucker’s upturned ass. He whipped off his cowboy hat and slapped it merrily against the other man’s naked flank.

“Think you can stay on for the full eight seconds there, Luc?” Burt chuckled as he pushed his own thick meat into Bucker’s mouth, humping away into his maw.

“Hah! I’ll give him more than eight seconds!” Lucas laughed, slapping his hand off Bucker’s flank again, driving his long and girthy member deep with firm, energetic thrusts that bucked him forward onto Burt’s cock. “Yee-fuckin’-haw, right, boy?”

“Mmmhh!” Bucker moaned happily around Burt’s thick cock, rolling his hips back against Lucas.

“C’mon, Burt, I think he could use a second rider,” Lucas groaned. “You got room in the saddle there, Bucker?”

“Mmmhmmm!” he responded eagerly.

Burt slipped free of Bucker’s mouth and laid back in the grass, getting up underneath him, lining the fat head of his spit-shined cock up against his hole. Lucas pulled out enough to give him some room and the two big-dicked cowboys spread him open. Burt gripped his hips and humped upward, moving against Lucas. Burt planted his booted feet, humped up energetically against Bucker’s ass, one hand going up to keep his hat from falling off.

Bucker grunted, gripping Burt’s beefy biceps and pushing his ass back onto the thick, bucking dicks sheathing themselves in his well-practiced ass. He pushed himself back onto the two pistoning dicks, bouncing on the bucking bull and his well-hung equine friend, getting two pairs of fat balls clapping off his ass. The trio’s groans and pants grew faster and heavier, eager and more desperate as their energetic bareback riding reached its natural crescendo.

Lucas and Burt pushed in as deep as they could go, those fat cowboy cocks twitching and pulsing almost in unison, sending twin geysers of thick, potent seed deep into Bucker’s guts. Bucker himself groaned as he clenched around the pair, spraying his own load across Burt’s belly and chest, staining the bull’s dark pelt with pearly fluid.

“Hoo, fuck,” Lucas panted, his thick cock slurping free and slapping down against Bucker’s naked ass. “Damn, Bucker, that was one helluva ride. You need to skedaddle or can we treat ya to another rodeo?”

“I think I got another round or two in me,” Bucker chuckled breathlessly.

“Yee-haw, partner,” Lucas drawled, giving him a firm pat on his naked ass. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, we got plenty of daylight left.”

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It was far from the first time I had had to coach some newbie at the gym – usually some young guy who didn’t know his way around a machine or tried to lift way more than he could handle to impress someone. And if they were responsive to my particular teaching style, I would show them more than just proper lifting technique. Things with this Blaziken named Zach I had just met certainly seemed to be moving in that direction; I had to repeat myself a few times when it was clear that he was too distracted to follow my directions.

I had a pretty good idea of what was drawing his eye, too.

“You itching for a closer look?” I asked him.

He stopped and eyed me up as I lifted my tank top to expose my belly. I gestured with my other hand as if to say “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Zach eagerly stepped forward and leaned in to press his mouth to my chest, kissing a line down my torso and over my belly, each touch of his lips sending a pleasant jolt down into my loins. I rested a hand on top of his head and urged him lower until he was on his knees. I pushed my shorts down, letting my quickly swelling cock flop out onto Zach’s nose. I tapped it teasingly against the side of his snout and that was enough for him to get started.

“Don’t need a lot of prompting, do you?” I asked him as his mouth slid over the length of my cock. I slid my hand over the back of his head, gripping his hair in my hand and pushing my hips forward to urge him on.

“Mmm-mm…” Zach moaned, his tongue circling eagerly around the girth of my cock, his head already bobbing steadily over the length. I heaved a breath and tilted my head back, resting a hand on my hip while Zach worked his mouth over me.

“Aah, fuck,” I groaned. “Take it easy, I don’t want to blow just yet.”

Zach pulled his mouth back off my cock with a wet pop and looked up at me. He opened his mouth to say something, the words turning into a surprised yelp as I hoisted him up off his knees and spun him around to face the weightlifting bench, pushing down on his shorts until they fell from his hips and pooled around his ankles.

“Let’s just get right to the fun part, huh?” I breathed against his neck.

“I’m not gonna say no to that, big guy…” Zach panted. He reached back around and grabbed hold of my spit-shined cock to line it up with his hole. I pushed up against him, grunting and working my way into him with a surprising amount of ease.

“Doesn’t feel like you say no all that often to begin with,” I growled against his neck. I lifted a foot up onto the bench and pushed forward, leaning Zach forward and working myself into a nice and steady rhythm. “You were kinda hoping for this, huh?”

“Haaah, yeah…” Zach groaned. His own cock was already stiffening up and I wrapped an arm around his waist to grab hold of him.

I gripped his cock, grunting and working my hips steadily and pumping my hand over his cock, faster and harder. I already felt precum dribbling out over my fingers, his cock twitching my grip. His hole clenched and squeezed around my cock, his ass pushing back hard against my hips. I leaned harder over his back, driving my cock deep into him, balls clapping off Zach’s firm ass.

Zach’s legs wobbled, but I held him up, one arm wrapped around his chest as I pumped his cock, sending precum spattering over the top of the bench. The bench creaked metallically in time with the clapping of my hips off Zach’s ass, hammering faster and faster into him. I gripped him harder back to my chest and slammed forward one last time, driving my aching cock up into his guts, squirting a thick, virile load into him.

Zach’s hole clenched up around the belly of my dick, milking me while his cock pulsed in my grip, shooting ropes of jizz across the bench. We stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily while I slowly withdrew from the Blaziken’s freshly used hole. I lowered my foot off the bench and gave his bare ass a quick slap.

“You good?” I asked him.

“Fuck, dude…” he panted. “I’m great.”

“Heh, good. Wipe that bench down and get some water. Then come meet me in the showers, we’ll get you cleaned up before we get back to it.”

“What, are there proper showering techniques I’m not aware of?” Zach asked sarcastically.

“Now that you mention it, there’s a few things I ought to show you.”

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I laid back in the sling, reaching up to keep my cowboy hat from falling off; one of the guys jokingly offered to stay by my head to catch it if it did. We had gotten set up near the back of the bar, and one of the servers had been kind enough to drop off bottles of lube, condoms, wipes and a few other things along with the drinks, putting them on a tray mounted on the sling’s frame. I’m no blushing virgin bottoming for the first time, but a burly, middle-aged raccoon with a plaid bandana tied around his neck was kind enough to get me prepared with his very well-practiced fingers. His fingertips brushed and poked teasingly at my prostate, making me groan and wriggle a bit in the sling to the amusement of the other mostly naked cowboys who showed up to have a turn with me.

The first raccoon was more on the girthy side, and despite the preparation, he proved to be a little difficult to take at first. I gripped the sling’s straps, my toes curling up in my boots. I did prefer guys who get in a bit deeper, but this big raccoon cowboy gave me a nice stretch. He settled into a nice rhythm once I managed to acclimate a bit more to his girth.

I got a good look at a few of the other guys who were lining up for a turn and some of them, particularly a handsome gray-haired black bear with a bit of a gut and the donkey he had his arm around. Both of them were blessed with quite a bit of length, their ample dicks sheathed in appropriately sized condoms. They both grinned when they caught me staring and went to take their places as second and third in line.

After the thick-dicked raccoon finished and popped his cum-filled condom from my eager hole, the bear stepped up to me next. He pushed up against my freshly stretched hole and slid inward, eliciting another groan from me. He felt a lot longer than he looked. Inch by inch, he disappeared into my guts, and it felt like he would just keep going, and then the head of his cock pushed into the bend of my colon. Uncomfortable at first, but as with the girthy raccoon, I began to adjust.

His donkey partner got even deeper. He was even a bit thicker than the bear and had to stop to lube me up even more. My breath quickened as he worked himself into me, right up into the bend again, pushing even further and feeling like he was pushing right up into my belly. My own dick was twitching against my belly and spilling precum.

Fuck, he was so damn deep. And judging by the look of some of the other guys who were lining up and grabbing condoms, I’d be getting a lot of practice accommodating men that size. And in a cowboy bar, there were plenty like that – places like this attracted a certain type, after all.

“Doing alright down there, partner?” the raccoon from earlier asked, offering me some water as yet another lengthy stallion withdrew from my ass. “They’re not riding you too rough, are they?”

“Nah, I can take it,” I panted, grinning up at him. “Far from my first rodeo. These broncos sure know how to buck, though, I’ll give ‘em that.”

“Well, stay in the saddle as long as you want, looks like you’ve got a few more waiting.”

I chuckled and reached up to pat his hip, turning my attention back to the big, middle-aged draft horse who was playfully laying his sizable member down against my belly as he rolled a fresh condom down over the length.

“Heh, giddy up!”

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Angie was in the mood to treat herself, and at the recommendation of a friend, had decided to add some new lingerie to her wardrobe at a little place called C’est Priveé. The proprietor, a handsome and friendly young lion named Eugene, had been most helpful in crafting something perfect for the middle-aged elephant woman. And Angie, being the enormously friendly woman that she was, was very flirtatious throughout the entire process. Eugene became adorably flustered, and to Angie’s great pleasure, he seemed quite receptive to it.

“I hope I haven’t been too much of a distraction for you, dear,” Angie said as she collected her bag, preparing to leave for the day to leave Eugene to his work.

“Oh, not at all, ma’am,” Eugene said pleasantly. “I like to think of it as one of the perks!”

Angie giggled girlishly and leaned over the counter, gently nudging Eugene’s furry cheek with her trunk.

“Well, I look forward to seeing what you come up with,” she said, turning to make her way out of the store, fully aware of Eugene’s eyes glued to her considerable backside. “See you soon!”

Angie received the eagerly-awaited call from C’est Priveé a few days later informing her that her lingerie had been finished. She arrived at the boutique in short order to find Eugene waiting for her with her with the finished product. Angie’s eyes lit up at the sight of it, the big pachyderm woman eagerly collecting her purchase from the lion.

Of course, the only sensible thing to do now was try it on.

Angie disappeared into a changing room and reemerged a few minutes later wearing her new purchase – a lacy, backless lavender negligee that clung lovingly to her generous curves, her heavy breasts practically spilling out. The hem was short and came up past mid-thigh, the sheer fabric providing a tantalizing view of Angie’s thick member as it hung between her ample thighs. She stood in front of one of the mirrors to admire herself, hefting her breasts in her broad hands.

“Ooooh, I love it!” she said, excitedly bouncing on the balls of her huge feet. The motion made her various amply-sized assets bounce and jiggle beneath the sheer lavender lace, drawing Eugene’s gaze easily. “It’s perfect!”

Eugene bit his lip, hands folded politely in front of him as the insides of his ears turned bright red. Angie looked in his direction and sauntered over, resting her big and delightfully soft hands on his shoulders and pulling him into a hug, his head buried between her pillowy breasts. He looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded as he peered upward between those big gray mounds.

“You, my dear, are an artist,” Angie cooed. “And you deserve a great deal of praise for your work. Perhaps you’ll allow me to demonstrate my appreciation?”

Eugene nodded his head, nuzzling between those ample bosoms, her bulge rubbing against his belly through his shirt. His hands came up to rest on Angie’s wide hips, giving them a gently squeeze through the lacy fabric of her new negligee and pressed a kiss to the inside of her breast.

“It would be my pleasure, ma’am,” he murmured.

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The weather had been nice enough to crack the windows, but not so hot that Cyrus needed to turn on the air conditioning. A perfect start to his son’s visit for spring break, and the perfect kind of morning for the pair to enjoy each other’s company. The two rabbits were cuddled up under the blankets, Cyrus’ belly pressed against CJ’s back. Cyrus’ morning wood poked and rubbed against his son’s naked backside beneath the blankets, spurring the older rabbit to grind against him, one of his big hands sliding down over CJ’s belly to his groin, curling his fingers around his son’s own rapidly swelling cock.

“Morning, Junior,” the older rabbit murmured against his son’s ear. CJ stirred against his father’s chest and turned his head, groaning happily as Cyrus peppered his neck and jaw with kisses.

“Morning, daddy,” the younger rabbit groaned, grinding his rump against his father’s large and throbbing morning wood.

“Mmm, you sleep good?” Cyrus asked, nuzzling against his son’s jaw, his cock sliding against the younger rabbit’s naked rump.

“Hard not to the way you wore me out,” CJ replied, chuckling sleepily as he rolled over to cuddle into his father’s chest, reaching up to rub Cyrus’ fuzzy cheek. He leaned in to give his a father a good morning kiss, deep and lingering with plenty of tongue. Cyrus rolled his son onto his back, bearing his weight down on the smaller rabbit and running his own tongue around CJ’s, groaning gently into his mouth.

“Mmm…” the older rabbit murmured, pulling back with a sigh, smiling fondly at the younger male. “There’s my good boy. You waking up yet?”

“Yeah…” CJ groaned, arching his hips up to grind his own aching morning wood against his father’s.

It quickly became heated beneath the sheets and Cyrus rolled onto his back, tossing the sheets back off his body, exposing his naked, chubby frame, his ample cock rigid and aching for attention. CJ wouldn’t deny his father for long and sat up, leaning over his lap and grasping that fat, familiar dick and lowering his head to run his tongue around the head, closing his lips around it and bobbing his head over his father’s lap.

Cyrus groaned out in loving bliss, sliding his left hand along the back of CJ’s head. The morning light glinted off a wedding band on Cyrus’ finger, and a matching one on CJ’s hand. The young rabbit’s hand was wrapped around the girth of his father’s cock, pumping along the length he wasn’t taking into his mouth.

“Oooh, good boy…” Cyrus groaned, arching his hips up as precum dribbled into his son’s mouth. “Come up here, give daddy another kiss…”

CJ pulled his mouth off Cyrus’ cock and happily obliged him, crawling up over his belly to press his precum-smeared lips against his father’s. Cyrus pushed his tongue out against CJ’s again, tasting his own precum coating the younger rabbit’s mouth. It made his cock ache with need and he ground up against CJ’s ass, his big hands gripping his son’s hips.

“Mmmhhh…” he groaned, breathing heavily against CJ’s mouth. “I love you, boy.”
“Love you too, daddy…” CJ gasped against his father’s lips. He ground his ass back against that thick cock and Cyrus slid his hands down to grip his son’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart.

“C’mere…” Cyrus growled.

He rolled CJ onto his back and pushed his legs up, guiding the fat, spit-slick head of his cock toward his son’s eager pucker, leaning over him and pressing forward, sinking inch by inch into that hungry hole. CJ looped his arms around his father’s neck, lifting his legs and groaning out in delight.

“Fuck, dad…” he moaned, clenching down around that huge, familiar cock plunging into his guts. The bed creaked beneath the pair as Cyrus humped eagerly, pounding down hard into CJ.

The pair panted hotly against each other mouths, tongues wrestling, half-lidded eyes locked lovingly on each other. It was an all too familiar activity, a deep and unique kind of father-son bonding that the two rabbits engaged in whenever they were able. The kind of bonding activity that put a tremendous amount of strain on whatever poor piece of furniture was closest. The bed shook and creaked beneath the pair, mixing with the panting and groaning of the couple and the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh as Cyrus’ heavy, cum-laden balls clapped off his son’s upturned ass.

“Unnnngh...good boooy…” Cyrus groaned out, leaning his head back and snapping his hips down, eliciting a high, pleased gasp from CJ. His fat cock twitched and pulsed with obscene rhythm inside his son’s snug hole, spilling thick ropes of potent seed deep into his guts.

CJ humped up against his father’s belly and gripped his shoulders, wriggling beneath the bigger male, humping himself to completion against that big belly, spraying his own seed between them and clenching his hungry hole around that gloriously fat dick he so loved.

The pair collapsed into a messy, panting heap on the bed, basking in the afterglow and each other, CJ pressing in against his father’s chest and nuzzling up under his chin. Cyrus slid a hand down over his son’s flank to give his naked ass a firm squeeze, his other hand curled around the back of his head. He heaved a long, happy sigh, ruffling the fur atop CJ’s head with his warm breath.

“Mmmhh...I love you, boy,” he sighed.

“I love you too, dad,” CJ murmured against his throat.

Chapter Text

Eugene shaded his eyes as he stepped down off the boardwalk stairs into the sand, holding a rolled up beach blanket under one arm, a small cooler dangling from his fingers. There was a nice crowd already on the beach – this time of year, there were bound to be plenty of tourists flocking to the shoreline to catch some sun. And plenty of gorgeous women in swimsuits. Another reason to love summer.

Maybe I should have brought some business cards, Eugene thought to himself as he walked further onto the beach to find a good spot to lay out his blanket.

He had barely taken ten steps when a woman’s voice called out to him.

“Eugene! Hi!”

The lion’s ears perked up and he turned his head in the direction of the greeting. There was a sudden lightness in his chest when he saw Angie, the big, beautiful pachyderm trans woman he had recently designed some custom lingerie for. She was wearing a purple bikini that showed off her ample assets very nicely, along with a pair of flip flops on her huge feet. She hurried toward him, moving with a surprising daintiness for a woman of her stature.

“Angie!” Eugene said, laughing as the elephant woman pulled him into a hug against her sun-warmed body, his head nestled between her breasts. He curled his free arm around her ample waist and peered up at her. “How nice to see you! Still enjoying the negligee?”

“Oh, of course!” Angie giggled. “I absolutely love it! I’m here with some of my friends, do you want to come meet them?”

“Well, if your friends are half as charming as you, I would be delighted,” Eugene said with a cheeky grin.

“Flirt,” Angie teased, bumping Eugene with a hip and leading him toward a collection of blankets and chairs that were laid out on the sand where three other women were waiting. “Eugene, I’d like you meet my friends. This is Fara…”

A plump, gray-furred she-wolf turned in her beach chair to fix Eugene with a sultry little smile. She wore a green bikini and had a short bob of graying blonde hair done up Marilyn Monroe-style.

“Gale…”

A brown mare with a long, wavy gray mane lifted the brim of her sunhat and raised her hand to wiggle her fingers happily at Eugene. Her bikini was pink and had a floral pattern, her fingernails and toenails all painted a matching shade.

“And that’s Nadja.”

The third woman was a lioness with athletic muscle giving away to the softness of age in a dark yellow bikini that complemented her tawny fur. She rested on her knees on one of the blankets, resting her hands in front of her as she leaned forward slightly, her tail flicking about behind her. Eugene met her eye and felt a simultaneous flush in his cheeks and a stirring in his swim trunks.

“Oooh, he is cute, Angie,” Nadja purred.

“Come join us!” Gale said, grinning and patting the blankets already laid out on the sand.

Eugene set his things down and settled down onto the blanket and was immediately surrounded. Angie knelt behind him, resting her broad hands on his shoulders, her heavy breasts pressed against the back of his neck. Fara scooted out of her chair and up against Eugene’s right side with Gale on his left. Nadja crawled forward and straddled his shins, reaching up to run her forefinger in a line down the younger lion’s chest.

The touch sent a pleasant shiver down through Eugene’s lower body, prompting another lurch in his loins. He leaned back into Angie’s pillowy chest and looked around at the three other women now scooting in closer around him. Luscious, mature and very well-appointed women. Four pairs of heavy breasts brushed against his neck, his arms and his now his chest as Nadja scooted in closer to him.

“We’ve heard so many good things about you from Angie,” Nadja purred. “And we are very eager to get to know you better, aren’t we, girls?”

Fara giggled and pressed up against Eugene’s right arm and leaned in to swipe her broad lupine playfully against his cheek. Gale pressed in against his left, the busty mare giving his ear a light nibble. Angie curled her trunk under Eugene’s chin and beamed down at him, offering a playful wink.

“And I’m looking forward to getting to know all of you!” Eugene said earnestly, reaching out to slip his arms around Gale and Fara’s waists. “You’ll have to tell me where you got those swimsuits.”

The comment prompted a round of girlish giggles from the older women. Nadja cupped his face, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks.

“Of course, dear! We’ll talk about whatever you want.”