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Whenever she was behind the microphone and in front of the crowd, Gwen felt like she was on top of the world, at the peak of her game.

Thanks to that, she didn't think belting out "We Are the Champions" was out of place, but she was truly on point that evening, matching every pitch so perfectly that it sounded more like she was singing a cover than doing karaoke at a college bar.

"I'm still getting chills," Willow greeted the polar bear as she made her way back to the table. "Seriously, I knew you could sing, but that was like... professional levels of good!"

Going out for a couple drinks and a little karaoke was quickly turning into a weekend tradition for Willow and Gwen, but this was the first time that the latter had picked a song that allowed her to not only showcase her talents, but flourish in the heat of the moment: the rest of the bar was still cheering her on so vigorously that she barely heard what Willow had to say.

"I always really get into that one, but I was afraid to give it everything I had in front of a crowd like that," Gwen confessed. "The way they responded, though...I guess I should stop holding back, in the future!"

She had the benefit of picking a victory song while the rest of the patrons were still celebrating the massive win at the Homecoming game, but there was no denying that Gwen had enhanced the high at Harriet's Chocolate Shop; the good timing and confident atmosphere were happy accidents.

"Speaking of not holding back...looks like you've already got a couple of celebratory drinks," Willow gestured to the waitress. "Guess your adoring fans couldn't help themselves."

Gwen hadn't put in another order, but a glass was still set in front of her. "O-oh, I...I didn't order this," she mentioned. Her response was surprisingly timid for having just belted out an anthem with such authority and presence, but she hated making someone's job more difficult.

"Compliments of the ladies across the way, there," the waitress explained, gesturing to a pair of beagles a few tables away. "Seems they were rather taken with your performance!"

Before Gwen could reject the offer, the waitress was already off and running; they were terribly understaffed for such a busy weekend as homecoming, but they were the kind of establishment that made drinks behind the bar, leaving Gwen comfortable to accept it, despite never having seen the pair of canines before.

"I've seen that kind of smile before," Willow teased, giving Gwen's elbow a nudge. "Go on...talk to them."

"But what about you?"

"Everyone saw me sitting with the celebrity of the hour; I'll have plenty of conversation starters coming my way," she replied. "I'll be fine, really! Go live a little bit."

The offered glances were nothing short of flirtatious, but Gwen still had a bit of nerves about her expression as she took the drink in her palm. "Just make sure you live a little, too," she called back to Willow, though she knew the kangaroo would have no trouble getting into trouble, if she really wanted to.

As for the polar bear, she was glad to have the drink in her palm as an excuse to move slowly and take her time; she needed it to ponder her opening line, and song lyrics weren't going to bail her out if she made a poor first impression.

"Awfully nice of you two to save a seat for me," Gwen mentioned. Her drink hit the table first and her backside brushed over the seat of the stool as she straddled it, shifting in place to make herself nice and comfortable. "We...we haven't met before, have we?"

A slightly taller beagle in a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt sat next to a shorter looking canine, clad in a tank top and a knee length skirt. Their tastes couldn't have been much different on the surface; even their drinks were a contrast between a tall glass of beer and a tiny, decorative cocktail, but there was a similarity about them that Gwen couldn't quite put her finger on.

"I'd say not," the taller beagle replied. "I think we'd remember meeting someone as lovely as you, stranger..."

Gwen wasn't expecting either canine to be so forward, but she was delighted to be met with such friendly company. "You're too kind," she replied. "And you can call me Gwen; stranger never really worked on me."

"Jenna," the first beagle replied. "And this is my sister, Krista. We absolutely loved your performance, but...we couldn't help noticing that there was a bit of an accent on your voice?"

"Guess I'm far enough from home that I don't realize when I'm slipping back into it," Gwen admitted. "It's Canadian; I'm from Winnipeg. I don't suppose you two live up north?"

"Thought so!" Krista finally chimed in, giving her sister's elbow a knowing nudge. "We're from Toronto, actually. Just in town for a quick campus visit, and I've gotta say, I'm already falling in love with the place."

"I can certainly recommend the town, at least," Gwen said. "As for the campus, it can get a little rowdy, but...I'm guessing you'd already picked up on that?"

There was no consideration for quiet conversation at a loud and rowdy establishment, and the Homecoming victory was pushing an already high volume through the roof.

Calm as their exchange was, Gwen felt like she was yelling the entire time, just to make sure that she'd be heard clearly.

"They sure know how to party here," Krista agreed. "I'll admit, I wouldn't be coming here until I finished my undergrad, but I sure hope I still have a little time left to party when I'm all done studying for the day."

"Won't be doing much partying if I'm around to keep your little butt in line," Jenna snuck in a tease.

For a moment, the sisters were giving each other a smug look, but it was dancing back and forth over the line of sibling rivalry and something more...something inappropriate.

"She's been doing a wonderful job of babysitting me all weekend," Krista turned back to Gwen, nursing her drink and keeping that same allure in her eyes as she watched the talented ursine. "But she lets me relax from time to time, which is great...because I'm not here to learn anything right now."

"Oh? More concerned with the college experience, so to speak?" Gwen asked.

"Much more," Krista asserted. "And I've been having a wonderful time with it, but...the weekend's coming to an end, and I'd still love to have a few more experiences before we head back to Toronto."

Matching Gwen's inflection was no accident, but the polar bear was surprised that Krista could be so brazen in front of her own sister.

Cute and sweet as the beagle was, however, Gwen wouldn't say anything to change the direction of the conversation, given the obvious route it was taking.

"You definitely came to the right place for that," Gwen assured her. "No shortage of options in a bar like Harriet's."

"And if we think we've already got the best option in the house?" Jenna asked.

The taller beagle was already leaning over the edge of the table, but the loaded question forced her elbow to slide a little closer, making it impossible for the polar bear to ignore the warmth of Jenna's stare.

"I mean...if you two are really that comfortable with each other..."

Normally, Gwen would have leaned away from such a random encounter, but the girls seemed friendly enough, beyond their obviously intimate intentions.

Thanks to a few drinks and a rocking performance, Gwen felt like she was just lining up the first two groupies of her musical career, and there was little an act more legendary than getting with a pair of sisters, if they were really game for that kind of activity.

To be comfortable was one thing, but to see the girls leaning into each other so fully gave Gwen reason to cock her brow yet again.

"I think we can probably make something like that work," Jenna replied. "We've got a room at the Ticonderoga for the weekend...if you don't mind taking a little walk with us, I'm sure you could help to liven the place up a bit; feels a little too large for just a pair to share."

They were grinning at Gwen like they'd already sealed the deal, and the ursine couldn't deny that she admired that level of confidence, even when it was earned and deserved.

"If you really think you've got room for one more, I'd be glad to be your plus one," Gwen played along. "I don't suppose you two need me to bring anything else along to this little soiree? Perhaps I need to head home and change?"

"Your outfit looks just fine to me, but if you're really that worried about it, you can certainly change at the hotel," Jenna offered. "We don't have anything for you to change into , but...we're perfectly fine with a casual Saturday if you are."

Normally, Gwen wouldn't have been so quick with the pickup, but everything seemed to be going her way, that evening.

"Pretty sure I'll be wearing a smile, at least," she chimed in. "Glad to hear that everything else is optional."

**

It wasn't much of a walk from Harriet's to the Ticonderoga Hotel, but it was more than enough time for the girls to chat each other up in a more casual way: being forced to have polite conversation on the sidewalk helped quite a bit with that, but anyone who passed the trio could see the looks that were being exchanged...and there was no shame, nor any point in hiding those glances after they'd passed the front desk.

The only distraction that came thereafter came on the elevator, as another ursine joined the girls for a ride up to the top, but when the trio departed, she was still standing there, almost motionless.

Her lack of reaction was chilling, but the trench coat she wore and the weight of the bag in her grasp implied more than the girls realized. They were poking fun and sharing theories about what she could have been hiding when they reached their room, but that playful laughter faded into a softer, sensual giggle as brushing elbows gave way to roaming palms.

"You two seem awfully close, but...I'm pretty surprised," Gwen commented. "I don't think I've ever met a pair of siblings that were so happy to share with each other..."

With Jenna kissing one of her cheeks and Krista kissing the other, Gwen would have already felt like she was on top of the world, and that might have been enough, if not for the way that the beagle sisters were sampling her chest all the while.

Her top and her brassier were already tossed on the floor, and bare, naked flesh was being cupped from both sides, each of her tits feeling the delightful and unique approach that Jenna and Krista offered: where the older sister was content to cup the soft, supple flesh and squeeze the entire breast, Krista gave more attention to detail, pinching the nipple at the peak of that mound and tweaking it gently between her skillful digits.

If she had a chance to think, or even a chance to breathe, Gwen might have been able to decide which sensation she preferred. Instead, as she was pushed to the edge of the bed and eased down to the covers, she was struggling just to keep up with the burgeoning, canine energy in the room...and as much of a handful as the girls were, Gwen was happy to try to match their pace.

"Helps that we were raised to have manners," Jenna played along, giving her sister a knowing look before turning her attention back to Gwen's quivering figure. "And it's so much easier to share when we work so well together...seems you're enjoying our unique brand of company."

Gwen nodded, swallowing back a louder moan. She tried her best to keep those sounds at bay, but a quiet gasp was already sitting on the edge of her tongue and moving along; Krista's fingertips teasing into her panties and pressing against the hood of her clit forced out much more than a whispered moan.

"Ah...a-ah... yes...I'm definitely enjoying it," Gwen could barely finish the thought, finding that the girls were every bit as talented at one-upping each other as they were at working directly together. "You two really ought to let me...let m-me return the favor..."

Lips sealed around one breast as Jenna silenced herself, but it was Krista's turn to carry the conversation, all while encouraging Gwen to do away with her panties. "You'll get your chance to pay us back, but for now, we'd love to keep showing you a little hospitality...and after the show you put on for the bar, we'd love to put on a little show for you!"

Feeling the warmth of those digits slip away from her clit was enough to force Gwen's thighs to seize up, but she wasn't lucky enough to capture Krista's wrist in the process.

The beagle was already sitting up and leaning back, _just_out of Gwen's reach. The polar bear was forced to suffer the blissful fate of having her body tended by only one canine while she watched the other do away with the silky straps of her bra, but that lacy, black piece of fabric wasn't accompanied by matching panties.

Instead, as Krista slipped and tumbled over in the bed again, she tugged down the tiny zipper on the side of her skirt and revealed that she'd been bold enough to have a night on the town without panties at all, and no sooner did Krista spread her thighs and reveal the slick, inviting warmth of her womanhood than did Gwen feel another sensation disappear.

Excitement was building within her as she licked her lips and turned over to move in for a taste; she would have been more than welcome to take that sample of Krista's flesh, if Jenna hadn't cut in line.

"Wa...w-wait a minute..."

Spittle was still dripping from the end of Gwen's nipple, left warm and fresh by the older of the beagle sisters...but the source of that fluid warmth was already buried between Krista's thighs, gliding over the tender, sensitive petals with a touch that was too practiced to be a coincidence.

Didn't they say they were sisters? Gwen wondered. I'm sure they did, so...are they really...

Even her train of thought couldn't stay on the tracks when Jenna took a fuller, longer taste of Krista's soaking flesh, leaving a fresh glisten of her own spittle on the narrow, delicate entrance.

Much as it should have been a forbidden thing, the girls were getting further and further into the act: Krista couldn't keep her paws to herself, and eager digits reached out and gripped her sister by the ears, making sure that Jenna wouldn't consider pulling away until she was good and satisfied.

"Holy...f-fuck...this is hot..."

Gwen wasn't sure if they heard the whisper or not, but she was past the point of caring, just as much as the beagle sisters clearly were. She turned from the edge of the bed, doing away with her shame and watching with more genuine interest...and all the while, she was pushing her panties away, unsure of how much longer she could watch the incestuous display without joining in.

Her fingertips were already resting upon the warmth of her mound, silently begging the last of her resolve to crumble.

"What's the matter? Hoping you might get a taste?"

Though Krista still held her ears, Jenna's voice made it clear that she was the one in control: she was able to turn back just enough to join Krista in giving Gwen a knowing, amorous stare.

"What do you say, Krista? Wanna show our new friend some real hospitality?"

Much as Krista was happy to sit at the top of the bed and let her sister do all the work, she was happy to show Gwen what she was really capable of, now that she'd been given the chance.

"Not quite the kind of drink that you might have had in mind when you went to the bar tonight, but I think you'll enjoy this one more than anything you could have gotten at Harriet's," Krista teased. "That is, if you think you're up for this one?"

Gwen barely had a chance to nod before Krista had scrambled over, joining the polar bear at the other end of the bed. In all the movement, Gwen completely lost track of Jenna, but she was more than happy to turn her focus to the naked backside of the younger beagle and the warm, dripping treasure that was waiting between her thighs.

Easy as it would have been for her to resist, Gwen let Krista push her back flat to the mattress and kicked a leg right over the other side of her muzzle, straddling her face and keeping her short, narrow tail lifted out of the way; her body was Gwen's to savor, but thanks to their twisted position, she could return the favor all the while, and the ursine's sex was absolutely drenched with untended arousal.

Krista didn't wait to feel Gwen's tongue sampling at her nethers. She was already brushing the flat of her own tongue over the nub of an overly eager clit, and feeling the pressure of the that same erect flesh, Krista moved on, only to add a moan to the mix when Gwen finally kissed against the dripping petals of the beagle's womanhood.

Hers was such a delicate scent, and at that, such an enticing flavor that Gwen couldn't pretend a mere sample would be enough for her, and no kiss would provide her with the depth she was after: her tongue took over from there, gliding between those tender folds and pushing up into the welcoming confines of Krista's passage.

She'd collect as much as she could get, and Krista was more than happy to provide...

...It was all part of the plan, and for Krista, it was the most blissful part, to keep the polar bear comfortable and distracted.

"Couldn't stop yourself from taking an early taste, Krista? I don't recall giving you permission to do all that..."

The sound of slick, delicate flesh being kissed and tasted by eager tongues had drowned out the subtle click of straps being locked into place. In the background, Jenna was allowed to work with some of her favorite sounds to tease her senses, and under the harness of the strap-on, she'd been teasing herself just a little as she approached the bed, enjoying the subtle, rubbing pressure of that leathery weight against her clit.

She'd get hers before the night was through, but standing at the edge of the bed and gazing down at her sister's attempted innocence, Jenna had to put business before pleasure one more time.

"You were supposed to hold her arms in place for me to make sure she wouldn't squirm too much, but since you're here...mind giving this a little extra treatment? I wanna make sure it's nice and slick for our guest."

Jenna's words presented as a subtle request to Gwen, but Krista knew better than that: she leaned up and opened her maw wide, denying herself another deep, thorough lash at Gwen's petals.

Coating the very tip of the false cock with a delicious mixture of Gwen's own arousal and her remnant spittle, Krista pushed just beyond the end of the toy and soaked it all the way down to the middle of the shaft, but from such a head-on angle, her throat was already bulging by the time she neared the base.

She was just able to glean the scent of Jenna's arousal when she gagged and recoiled, forcing her sex to press that much harder against Gwen's invasive tongue. "Mnn...kf...kff! F-fuck, Jenna...trust me, she's more than ready for this..."

"Is she?" Jenna asked, offering the briefest wink to Krista's struggles. "Can't be too careful, after all."

"Sure seemed pretty wet to me," Krista pointed out. "But if you just wanna keep her waiting all night long..."

The younger beagle trailed off, her lips curled in a knowing grin.

"...You gonna pin her arms to her sides already, or am I gonna use this on you first?"

Jenna was happy to play along for a little while, and for her part, Gwen was delighted to have such a tasty treat to snack on while the girls prepped her for what came next...but the older beagle was ready to take the reins again, and Gwen, despite a brief moment of nerves, was excited to finally know the weight of the sex toy in her passage.

"I see someone's in...q-quite a mood," Krista tried to tease, but Gwen was doing such a wonderful job of tickling the velvety flesh of her folds that she couldn't keep pace with her older sister any longer.

She could only succumb to that order, taking Gwen's arms in a grip that was more playful than forceful: the polar bear didn't put up much resistance, but it was enough to force Krista's inner muscles to tense, leaving her body that much more susceptible to the flicker of Gwen's tongue.

"You have no idea," Jenna answered simply enough, turning her focus to the action between Gwen's parted, trembling thighs. "But I think she's about to."

The tip of the spit-painted toy took a warm, easy glide into Gwen's petals, keeping them parted just enough for her to adjust to the pressure and presence of the toy...but just as the polar bear worried, Jenna's buttons had been pushed too far.

They were taped down by then, making it impossible for her to take her time with that first thrust: the tip of the toy parted Gwen's petals with ease, and the girth of the fake cock pressed on that much further, until Gwen could feel the warmth and weight of Jenna's hips against the inside of her thighs.

"Damn...s-she's really enjoying herself!" Krista called out, feeling more than a mere tongue against the petals of her sex.

It was the full, thorough vibration of a muffled groan that forced Krista to take a tighter grip on Gwen's forearms, and before she knew it, the ursine was genuinely trapped in place, pinned between a pair of sisters that were kinkier than she ever could have guessed.

"Trust me, I can...f-feel her squeezing on it already," Jenna pushed on, driven to even greater intensity by Gwen's natural resistance. "She's gonna make me work for every inch of this, I can already tell..."

Gwen was a little worried at the hanging tone of Jenna's voice, but her body seized up for an entirely different reason when the beagle finished her thought.

"I like that."

If she wasn't busy sampling the peak of Krista's womanhood, swirling her tongue with genuine curiosity at a perked clit, Gwen would have let out a sigh of relief.

Feeling another deep, slow thrust into her passage, it was that much harder to make any sound beyond the heavy, eager moan that she shared with Krista's petals, teasing them in a way that the younger beagle was seldom lucky enough to experience.

"Think she likes it, too," Krista whispered, knowing how much louder she would cry if she allowed herself the freedom to speak any further. "She's just...s-so fucking good at this, sis..."

"Careful you don't make me jealous of her mouth," Jenna warned. "Else I'm gonna have to steal it from you, Krista."

"N-no, please!"

"Then maybe you'd better watch your mouth."

"...Care to help me with that?"

Their back and forth told of a sexual chemistry that Gwen quietly envied, but she was able to see just enough of the show from around Krista's slender figure to catch a glimpse of Jenna leaning in close and sealing her lips to Krista's own, their tongues sharing the collected arousal that the younger beagle had sampled before.

Gwen's liquid desire was still fresh enough on Krista's tongue that a new, pleasured groan escaped from Jenna, declaring just how pleased she was with the polar bear's unique, subtle-sweet flavor.

They're so into each other, but they're still keeping me in the middle of the action, Gwen thought. _So kinky; I really can't believe I'm doing this, but it feels so good, I can't imagine stopping! _

As if the younger beagle could read Gwen's thoughts, she felt comfortable releasing Gwen's forearms, but it wasn't just a sense of trust in the polar bear that drove her actions.

It was the desire to feel the full, thick thighs of the ursine as her fingertips drew down the inside of their parted valley, and further, the lust for her own sister that brought those digits up from Gwen's legs, guiding them along the curve of Jenna's hips.

One paw remained on Gwen's thigh, squeezing the spot every time that the polar bear flickered her tongue over Krista's clit, but the other was cupping one of Jenna's soft, supple breasts, squeezing the full weight of the flesh and pressing down against the nipple with just enough intensity to draw a groan from the older beagle.

She wouldn't allow her stride to be broken so easily: Jenna was just starting to find her pace as she leaned further into the comforting gap of Gwen's thighs, but as the length of the toy was bathed over and over again with fluid arousal, Jenna couldn't deny the subtle, but rapidly growing delight at the back end of the sex toy.

Without it ever having to be said, Krista knew that Jenna would put her own orgasm ahead of hers, but Gwen was still a wild card.

Will she show hospitality and give Gwen hers first?_Krista wondered. _Or is she just gonna pound this lucky little cutie until she can barely walk?

With her eyes closed for the duration of the kiss, Krista let a subtle pout escape her lips: she hated to be denied the sight of the thick, fake cock spreading Gwen's womanhood apart with such fulfilling weight at the peak of every thrust...but she should have known better than to make such a sound in the middle of the act.

Jenna couldn't be sure if that was a sound of overt, near-orgasmic pleasure, or a subtle, wordless complaint about the way things were playing out, and she wasn't the type to take any chances.

"Mnn...hmm...d-desperate to get a taste of your sister's cock, hm?" Jenna asked, barely able to break away from the tight, eager press of Krista's lips. "You know it'd be rude for me to give you a taste without finishing off Gwen, right?"

Pouting that much more to feel the kiss come to an end, Krista couldn't cling to that expression when Gwen suckled at the very peak of her clitoris, but being forced to whimper at Gwen's behest wasn't doing Krista any favors.

Jenna knew why Krista was groaning, by then, but she still had the opportunity to tease her sister for letting the polar bear get the better of her, while putting herself right at the heart of the action.

"If you d-don't hurry up and...pick one of us...s-she's gonna get me off before you make a decision!" Krista admitted. A voice that was laden with pleasure gave way to digits that were curling into the excess fluff on Gwen's thighs, but neither would be enough to keep Krista from cumming for long.

Knowing just what her sister could take, Jenna finally eased out of Gwen's womanhood and took a moment to collect herself. "Trust me, I've already got the perfect plan to finish both of you off...but it's gonna require you to be a good girl, for once," she teased. "Be a dear and lean forward a little further; it'd be rude to keep Gwen waiting for hers, after all."

Krista was moving slow, fearful to bring herself to climax if she leaned too rapidly...but she felt the pressure of Jenna's paw on the back of her skull, forcing her down that much faster and keeping a presence between her ears until Krista's obedient tongue was lapping at the parted, still-gaping petals of the lucky ursine.

Feeling that extra force in Jenna's touch, Krista didn't dare to budge, even when Jenna stepped past her and climbed right into the bed, straddling Gwen's face and kneeling behind her sister in a fluid, skillful mount.

"Enjoying the view down there, Gwen?" she asked, looking back and shifting her own sex into the line of fire. "My sister has been raving about what you can do with that tongue, so...why don't you give me a demonstration?"

It wasn't the first time that Gwen had put her mouth to good use that night, but this was a far reach from the stage that she was used to: there was a new and entirely different pressure on her to give her best performance, but she was finding that she preferred the smaller, intimate stage that she'd been thrust upon.

With her tongue still coated by Krista's juices, she tilted her head back and went in for an immediate comparison, slurping her way through the needy petals of the older beagle and coating them with mingled arousal and spittle in one pass.

"Good...v-very, very good, Gwen...keep that up and you'll be g-getting a standing ovation in n-no time," Jenna assured her. "And as for you, Krista? You'd better make our new friend sing from the heart, if you know what I mean."

A long, wide tongue of canine nature was almost unfair to deal with in the bedroom.

With just one pass, Krista could coat the entirety of Gwen's pussy with a helping of her spittle, but she could barely focus enough to suckle on the tender, silky hood of the ursine's clit when Jenna eased the tip of the toy into her own heated sex.

The younger beagle whimpered anew, but it wasn't just the weight and the depth of the toy as Jenna pounded against her sister's body...it was the sheer, arousing fact that the toy had been dipped in Gwen's arousal beforehand, adding just one more layer of kink to the act for the trio.

Gwen was the first one to buckle under that weight, but flat on her back, she could arch her hips into Krista's muzzle, giving the beagle all the help she needed to pump the flat of her tongue into Gwen's taken passage.

As inner muscles clenched and seized on the slick, velvety flesh of a canine tongue, Krista moaned into the peak of Gwen's mound, trembling atop the polar bear and trying her best to drag out the act for another five minutes...

...And when she felt Gwen's tongue flickering back and forth between the pair of sisterly mounds, she decided that one minute would be more than enough to get the job done.

"Voice like an angel...and a t-tongue like a little demon," Jenna praised. Her knees trembled on either side of Gwen's skull as she tried to keep her pace up, but her arms had to pick up some of the slack, tugging Krista back toward her false cock with an eager, quivering grip. "Sure hope y-you're thirsty, Gwen...it's about to get really messy."

The full length of the sex toy was completely soaked with the mingled arousal of a polar bear and a beagle by then, making every pass a little easier than the last and leaving Krista so completely filled that her moans faded into a high-pitched whine. She went slack in Jenna's grip, forcing the older beagle to do a bit more of the lifting, but Jenna was happy to put in the elbow grease to join her partners in crossing the finish line.

Pounding into Krista's body with such force that subtle ripples traveled through the younger beagle's flesh on each pump, Jenna mounted her sister properly and fucked her with all the effort she had left about her, but she kept her pace in just the right window to keep her clit in range of Gwen's eager tongue.

The flat of that warm, wet muscle was nearly being pinched between the eager petals of a pair of sisters; just accepting that reality, Gwen was experiencing her first waves of post-orgasmic clarity.

She couldn't believe what she'd gotten herself into, but on the other side of that token, one taste of the kinky life was enough that she couldn't imagine living without it.

"Oh...m-my goodness...work that fucking tongue, Gwen! Yes!" Jenna growled aloud, unabashed in declaring her pleasure with the third and final orgasm of their taboo coupling. "That's good...t-that...that's so fucking good, baby!"

As Krista's tongue eased free of Gwen's womanhood, she panted helplessly into the warm, relaxing gap of the polar bear's thighs, undeterred by the mingled juices that stained the inside of her cheek.

A similar mess was pouring back onto Gwen's chin as she tried to keep up with Jenna every step of the way, and finally, the older beagle settled, breathing heavily into the nape of Krista's neck and offering a brief, sultry glance over her shoulder at their new bedmate.

"...Promise me a f-few more visits like this," Krista found her voice again, weak and wobbling though it might have been. "And I can just about promise I'll be enrolling at school, here."

Those visits would almost certainly require room for two, with Jenna coming along.

It was a daunting package deal, but a single digit dancing around the hood of her clit and drawing a few more seconds of bliss from the act left Gwen happy to be in over her head; between the beagle sisters, she'd be more than happy to drown as many times as she could.