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"So as you can see, Mr. and Mrs. Worthington," the raccoon smiled as she led the feline couple up a set of rickety, creaking oak-wood stairs and back to the living room of 421 West Cheshire Road. "The water damage in the basement is pretty much the only real problem that I can see. A lot of leaking around the front wall there, but all we really need to do is contact some construction team to dig a nice hole down to the foundation and do a quick patch-up."

"You're sure that's it?" The elder male cat frowned as they sat down on the couch and he lit up a cigarette, his third in an hour. "I'd hate to spend $20,000 on a wing and a prayer, Mrs. Everhart."

The interior designer crossed her legs demurely under a very short, tight denim skirt. She was very fond of those legs. They'd gotten her many places. Just recently, into the arms of Michael Everhart, a very handsome raccoon, an investment banker for Woodridge Capital, and a shoe-in to declare a seven-figure bonus just in time for Christmas.

The lady-cat caught her husband staring a bit too long and elbowed him gently in the side. "Lisa, are you sure about all this? We don't mind paying you at all, but it seems as if you're looking short-term for this house."

The young raccoon rolled her eyes. "I'm not, really. You two have been so happy here for many years. The last thing I'm going to suggest is something that won't get fixed properly. Trust me, I'm thinking a good ten or twenty years ahead. More than enough time for you and your family to..." She stopped, looking at the couple in their 60's. Mentally, she shook her head sadly. Tom Worthington was not long for this world. She could hear it in his voice and in his breathing as they'd gone up the stairs. He was a few months, give or take, from a heart attack, a stroke, or worse. She shrugged. In her mid-twenties and fresh out of graduate school, aging and death were the last things on her mind. "Um...enjoy many wonderful years together here."

There was a loud knock on the front door, jolting everyone, and automatically Lisa hopped up from the couch to answer it. On the way, she knew her huge breasts bobbled under the blue blouse, and that Tom Worthington was staring at them, storing the images away in his own mental Rolodex for later retrieval when his paw needed to crank one out.

She padded down the hall and opened the door to another raccoon. He was a bit taller and more broad-shouldered and chested than her husband, but judging by the slight creases about and around his black-masked eyes, he was a little older, perhaps 40 or 45 years old. "May I help you?" She said, giving him a smile, her green eyes crawling over his chest.

The raccoon glanced at Lisa in confusion, then at a piece of paper in his hands. "You're...Mrs. Worthington...?" he said in a pleasant-sounding but deep baritone voice.

Lisa smiled wider. "Nope, just their interior designer. Are you expected?"

"Oh..." The burly raccoon seemed to gain his composure again and practically shoved the paper he was holding out to her. "I'm with the Santa Barbara Fire Department? Uh, I was told to, uh, drop by here and check out the house for a routine inspection? Are the Worthingtons available?"

Lisa took the paper and scanned it carefully, then nodded over her shoulder down the hall and towards the living room. "Come in, please." She turned and led the fireman inside and to the living room. "And you are...?" she asked over her shoulder, tossing long black hair to one side.

"First Lieutenant Scott Rogers, ma'am. Uh...are you their grand-daughter?"

Lisa stopped and turned around slowly, pawing at her hair, looking sheepishly up at his face. "Do I look that young, Mr. Rogers?"

Scott chuckled and his deep brown eyes were filled with merriment. "Uh...I'm gonna go with...yes, you do look that young. You're...extremely beautiful."

She hid a blush. "I'm sure you say that to a lot of women."

Scott smiled and it was all teeth. "Not really. We don't get a lot of women down at the firehouse, so any chance I have to meet a few face to face, well, I consider it my lucky day indeed."

Lisa stood in the hall, absently pawing at her skirt and feeling a little warm. The two looked into each other's eyes for another few seconds before Tom Worthington coughed out her name, asking what was going on. It broke the spell between them and each cleared their throats. "Um...right this way, Mr. Rogers."

She and the fireman walked into the living room and she presented Scott to them both. "Do you need me here for anything else, Jenna?" She hoped maybe the old woman did. She found she liked looking at Scott very much, and was curious to know more about him.

"Not unless you want to stay and cook our supper, sweetheart," Tom laughed and it came out into a cough around his cigarette.

Lisa gave him her most charming smile, the one she reserved for the assholes of the world, and shook her head. "I'd better get home and tend to my own supper." She pocketed the check for the 10% down-payment Jenna slipped into her paw. "With this, maybe Mike and I and get sushi tonight."

Scott grinned at her. "So you're married then. That would figure. A beautiful lady like you just had to have someone."

The raccoon blushed almost to the roots of her cheek-fur and nodded. "About two years now. He got me right out of college and wouldn't let go."

"I'd say he's a very wise man, too, Miss...?"

"E-Everhart. Lisa Everhart."

The two raccoons gazed into each other's eyes again before Lisa backed away and nearly ran to the front door, still blushing. "Um...I'll be over tomorrow, Jenna, to get started on the basement!" she called over her shoulder, and before Scott could wish her a pleasant day, she was gone.

**

"Michael?"

They were snuggled naked together in bed, her leg nestled comfortably in between the other raccoon's, and her knee slowly stroked his sex under the sheets. "You know," she murred softly as she lay her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "You should start working out more. Get more...buff and...muscular."

Michael snorted against her hair. "What's wrong with my body? You sure liked it enough on the cruise to St. Thomas last month." His paw reached down, cupping one of her DD-sized breasts and squeezing it. "Didn't you?"

Lisa gasped and bit at her lip in pleasure, her nipples instantly responding and growing erect and full. "Yessss...it was, but...you could do more."

"I'll do more right now," he practically moaned and rolled her over into her back, wasting little time in sinking his sex deep inside of her, letting her vaginal walls clench around his length, holding still and allowing her to continue squeezing. In time, her clenching and unclenching moistened their intimate union, and he slowly, deeply thrust into her, working himself up into a hard, steady rhythm until she was nearly crying out, wrapping her legs and arms around him and holding on for dear life, cumming for him even as his own sex burst free of hot seed, spattering against her walls and deep into her tunnel.

As they both peaked and then fell from their orgasms, he laid her down again, kissing her hotly. "I love you," he whispered, nuzzling her cheek, before closing his eyes and going to sleep. Lisa lie there for a moment, waiting for her husband's deep, even breathing, and then pawed slowly at her folds, thinking about Scott lying on top of her, ready to make love to her. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out again as she enjoyed a fresh, powerful climax under the sheets.

Only then could she get to sleep.

**

Lisa went to see Jenna Worthington early the next morning and ran into part of her design crew setting up in the spacious front yard with worktables and tools. "Lisa!" One of the workers, a young, lanky, overly-gay feline, called her over. "Got a text for you from Steve down on Mulholland. Wants you to stop by his place and estimate a pool deck."

"Now?!"

"He called earlier looking for you. Sounded pretty insistent. Said no one was better with the outdoors than you, babe."

Lisa sighed and checked her smartphone. "Alright, fine. I'll be back in about an hour. You got this handled, Tim? It's a straight up tile-job down there. Don't worry about the water too much, I'll have a crew out to dig some holes soon."

"Oh no problem, Mrs. E. Me and the guys know what to do."

Lisa nodded, "I know you do, Tim." The raccoon hopped back into her Ferrari, backing down the long circular driveway to West Cheshire and speeding off.

**

By the time she reached Steven Donner's home, the skunk was already relaxing in the backyard poolside with a cocktail in one paw and a financial magazine in the other. She knew the type, older men with nothing better to do than to flaunt their wealth and share their bed with countless harlots of the night. "Lisa, daaaarling, good to see you." He stood up and Lisa noted, with some distaste, he was wearing red bikini bottoms. And not attractively. "Why don't you slip into a bikini and join me?"

Lisa gave him her patented smile. "No time today, Steve. Tim said you called earlier about some pool deck work?"

The skunk looked put off but nodded. "Right, I need to re-line the pool too, actually. The last shaker we had, I swear, put a crack into the tiles. You can see the damage near the bottom in the deep end there." He watched lustfully as the raccoon wandered to the edge to peer into the water and she stepped up on tiptoe to try assessing the situation.

"Where? I don't see anything wrong." She narrowed her eyes, waiting for the water to settle until she could see down to the bottom. "Oh...I see some of it. I'd have to actually go in to see the extent..." Sighing, she looked over her shoulder at the skunk as he came up close behind her, now sporting an extent of his own, an impressive, thick bulge between his legs ready to burst from the bikini.

"Can you fix this?" he murred softly and placed his paws on her shoulders, massaging.

Lisa smiled faintly. Mr. Donner was a regular Daddy Warbucks, and if she could give the old skunk a little thrill by parading in front of him in a tight bikini, so be it. By letting him see a little more, he'd give her a lot more. "Alright, alright." She laughed and her thick bushy tail came up to stroke across his legs before she turned and floated past him, heading towards one of the cabanas. "Just give me a few minutes to change. You, sit." And put that away before it goes off, she added silently, and nearly giggled.

Steve had probably been quite the handsome skunk in his time, but now that he was wearing away far into his 70s, it was becoming more and more difficult for him to maintain any kind of sexual appeal. In a way, she felt sorry for him, and other elderly clients she serviced regularly. All they really had in their lives was money, more money than they knew what to do with, and so many of them truly didn't. To them, money was everything. To spend it freely was their only gift to the world. All they had to look forward to was a lavish and elaborate funeral.

Lisa frowned as she looked at herself in a full-length mirror inside the small room, adjusting the black bikini top until it molded her huge breasts just so, enough to show the most cleavage and, for effect, threaten to pop them free entirely. Was she like that? Was money that important to her too that she had to put on this skimpy two-piece and flaunt her body in front of an aging, decrepit pervert to get it?

She pawed down her bare stomach, tracing her innie-navel, then felt over her ass, sliding the tight fabric firm against each side of taut cheeks and snapping it into place. In front, the cloth barely hid her triangle, and she blessed herself for being completely shaven down there. She looked at herself one more time and then growled, snatching up a terry-cloth towel and wrapping it around her waist.

Screw it. She was not about to let Steven Donner, multi-millionaire playboy to the stars, call the shots. The money wasn't that important that she had to feel like a whore.

She emerged from the cabana, catching Steve's paws between his legs before he immediately jerked in the lounger and quickly moved them away. "Oh, darling, let me look at you..." he managed in a shaky voice, and Lisa felt sickened, wondering if she'd stayed in the cabana another minute or two, the skunk would have successfully jerked a load of cum into his paw.

Lisa shook her head. "No, I really don't need an audience this time, Mr. Donner. This is a different circumstance and..." Her tail started to curl around her legs and she fought the urge to be embarrassed. "I just need some time alone, please?" She added hastily as his face fell, "I'll offer a discount this time too."

Steve's face then broke out into a grin and Lisa knew she had him. "Alright, pet, I'll go inside and rustle us up a couple of drinks, how's that?"

She nodded. "I'd love a strawberry margarita if you can manage."

A loud chime suddenly sounded, echoing across the pool deck. "Oh, well that never fails, does it?" the skunk huffed and turned to head back inside. "I'll be back with your drink in a moment, sweetie. Probably someone trying to sell me something else this morning."

Lisa waited until he was gone, then removed the towel. She padded over to the deep end of the pool and dipped a foot in. It was luxuriously warm in there. Perhaps a swim would calm her down a bit at that. She took a breath and dove in head-first. She opened her eyes under the water and was amazed at how crystal-clear it was, all the way to the 12-foot bottom. Kicking slowly, she felt the Italian Lycra doing its level best to floss into her netherlips, and she let out a bubbly whimper, reaching back behind her to re-adjust the material so as not to be too arousing. The last thing she needed was to become turned on!

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and pumped her legs again, staying underwater and stroking towards the far end of the pool, where an array of colorful tiles along the pool wall depicted beautiful flowers and rainbows. At the end of one of the rainbows that reached down to the bottom, she could see a crack. She swam down a little bit deeper, following the crack as it led to a much larger crack starting in the bottom. Her mental calculator started up, her heart racing excitedly. She realized it was close to a six-figure job. Now running out of air, she took one last look around the wall to inspect any other cosmetics needed, and then pushed off, coming up gasping for breath and clinging to the side of the pool, pawing water from her eyes.

"Well, it's about time you came up. I thought I'd have to dive down and save you..."

Lisa was momentarily blinded and now she realized her ears must have been filled with water. Steve didn't sound the same at all, in fact he sounded more like-

With a hard shake of her head, clearing the rest of the water free, she lifted her head up to look into Scott Rogers' smiling face. He was kneeling by the side of the pool, shirtless, showing and impressive eight-pack of muscles around his black furred stomach, and a beautiful set of pecs she immediately wanted to kiss. "What...what are...you doing here?" she said between deep breaths, staring into his brown eyes.

Scott chuckled and sat down on the deck next to her, letting his bare feet swirl in the water. "Well, at first, I was here to do a routine fire-safety inspection. Then Mr. Donner informed me of the cabana tiki torches he's been using, and I wanted to make sure those were up to code. Then he told me there was an interior designer here, inspecting his pool for earthquake damage, and then he left to make me, and I'm assuming you, a drink and some snacks. I stopped by the pool, looked down, saw you in the water not moving, and was ready to, well, as I said..."

Lisa laughed and hooked an arm on the edge. "My would-be-hero..." She thought about what she would have done had the rugged raccoon actually come in to the water and swam down to her aid. Would she have feigned being in trouble, just to have those strong arms around her and pulling her to the surface? Or would she have stopped what she had been doing entirely, and floated into his arms, and wrapped her legs around him, anchoring them to the bottom while they kissed passionately, and her aroused Lycra-sculpted sex prodded and pushed at his groin, seeking out his heat to fill her right then and there...

"Mrs. Everhart...?"

"Huh?" Lisa snapped out of her erotic dream and realized the water was now at least 20 degrees hotter. Below the surface, her paw stroked over her bikini triangle and she felt an ooze of warmth moving inside her folds. Oh my God, I came. "Oh...Scott...sorry, I guess I didn't get my breath quite back yet. C-could you get me a towel?"

Scott grinned and got up from the deck, and Lisa hungrily watched his gorgeous asscheeks through the faded denim jeans he wore as he walked to the nearby lounger and picked up the terrycloth. "Not surprised, you were down there an awful long time. Like a big furry fish." He snickered and came back with her towel. "You okay now?"

Lisa nodded. The lingering effects of her mini-orgasm were still there and her crotch was on fire. She needed relief and badly. "Y-yes...um, don't look, okay?"

Scott laughed. "Why? You're not naked. We're in Santa Barbara, ma chere. You wouldn't be surprised how many bikinied bathing beauties I've come across in the last week doing these inspections."

Lisa smirked up at him. "No, you're right. I...I guess I wouldn't." She paddled over to the pool ladder, pulled herself up, and was pleased when Scott took her paw gently and helped her out of the water. "I was...just looking at the cracks...in the tiles down there." Water dripped from her in rivulets, and she shyly brought her bedraggled tail about her waist to at least cover her crotch. She realized just then they were still holding paws and she immediately let go, her heart pumping wildly.

"I'd be very, very shocked, Mrs. Everhart, if they didn't look back."

That did it. The blush started in her cheeks and soon her face was beet red, her crotch now an oven. "I, uh, should really...um, go...now so that you can...finish." She glanced down his muscled body and saw he had an erection forming under the jeans. She thought about him lying in bed, dreaming about her swimming, pawing that erection until it was so thick and bulging it was ready to- "It...it was nice to see you again, Scott..." She said and quickly padded past him to the cabana to change, still blushing.

But before she got dressed she did two things. She fingered her aching sex furiously on the small cushioned bench, and then called Michael to beg him to come home for lunch.

**

She realized that afternoon just how long she could stay underwater with Michael, and the orgasms were explosive, rocking them both of their senses. But the whole time, she was imagining she was back at the Donner swimming pool instead of theirs, and it was Scott she was straddling on the pool bottom, taking his thick, long and throbbing length as deeply as she could inside of her love-tunnel amid her loud, bubbly cries of pleasure.

**

"Honey?"

Lisa looked up, pen in her mouth, from the papers at her desk.

Michael smiled, walking into her home office and shaking his head. "You really need to take a break, kitten. You look like that old squirrel Ebeneezer Scrooge from the novel. Except, Scrooge never wore a sexy silk robe."

The raccoon rolled her eyes at him. "Dear, it's the end of the month and I have about a million books to upkeep."

The other raccoon came up to her desk and sat down beside her. "I was going to work in the basement for a little while, maybe get some woodworking done on the table. You think you'll be okay all by your lonesome?" He pressed his mouth to her cheek and she murred gently, turning her head to rub noses.

"I'm fine, really. Tell you what. Leave me be for about, say, an hour and we'll go get a nice early dinner at Charlie's on the Square. My treat."

"Oh your treat, huh?" Michael chuckled. "I guess Don Juan Donner gave you a nice bonus. I'm jealous."

She laughed softly as she thought of the old skunk touching himself in the lounger while she was changing into her bikini. "Well, I was very helpful, let's say that." Then she thought of her brief swim, and then of Scott watching her. Had he been pawing himself too, stroking the bulge in his jeans, fantasizing about her while she moved through the water, wanting to dive into the depths of the pool and grab her, pull her into his strong arms and kiss her, and make love to her?

Michael felt her body tremble against his and he nuzzled her cheek. "You okay, doll?"

"Y-yes..." She sighed, coming back to the present. That had been weeks ago. Why was she still- "I'm fine, honey. Go on now, would you? Your grand table awaits."

Michael nodded and stood up straight, caressing her shoulder. "Alright, I'll see you later. But honey, take a break at least for a few minutes."

They both heard the doorbell downstairs just then. "There," he grinned, walking out of the room, "you can get the door and I'll be in the basement. And if it's Peter asking for his power mower back, tell him to return my fucking circular saw, please."

Lisa laughed softly as she got up and stretched on her toes then hurried down the large staircase to the living room as the doorbell rang a third time. She lifted the steel latch and opened the door - and gasped in surprise.

There was Scott, looking as charming as ever in a tight Santa Barbara FD fireman's t-shirt, showing rippling muscles all over his chest, and a pair of attractive blue Dockers. In one paw, he held a clipboard and pen. Lisa clutched her silk robe a little tighter around her body, lost for words at the moment.

"Mrs. Everhart?" the raccoon beamed, showing his teeth, "I'll be damned. It is you. When I saw the Everharts were next on my list, I thought about you right away. I just can't believe it's really you...small world, huh?"

Lisa finally found her voice, staring at his eyes. "Y-yes, it is. I..."

Scott tilted his head. "Have you been doing alright? Oh, and how did the pool deck turn out?"

Lisa started to blush and her paws immediately folded in front of her crotch, feeling a warmth in her panties already, the subtle trickle of perspiration wanting to bead against soft netherfur. "Um...it..." she ran her tongue over her lips, "Really well. The crew did a fine job, I think. If you ever go swimming there, you'll notice the new work right away."

Scott chuckled, running a paw through his long dark hair. "Ohh, I don't think Mr. Donner would want me parading around the pool. He'd much rather it was a lovely raccoon like you, I'm sure."

Lisa laughed in spite of the growing discomfort between her thighs. "He means well. At least he keeps his paws to himself and you never hear about him getting in trouble. He's probably just lonely..."

"Like me, I guess," Scott's thick tail seemed to droop a bit and Lisa wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him, just to get his tail to come back up again and cheer him up. "I mean, yeah, it's nice bunking with a bunch of guys, and we all get along great but...it's really tough for us to, you know, get out and socialize, meet...someone really special." His eyes found hers and he drank in the deep greens for a moment before he continued, clearing his throat. "Um...anyway...may I come in? I'm supposed to check your gas heater and kitchen appliances. Plus I'll need to go to any room where you have smoke detectors."

Lisa nodded, stepping away from the door and allowing Scott to walk in. "Of course, yes...Do...do you mind if I get changed? I'm not really dressed for...company."

Scott grinned at her. "What, the barely-there black bikini wasn't skimpy enough?"

The other raccoon giggled and actually pawed at his arm. "Okay first off, that wasn't mine. And secondly, I wasn't expecting a handsome-" She bit at her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood and winced, starting over and moving her paw away. "I mean...I...I wasn't expecting you to come in and...see me swimming."

Scott reached up with his tail to give the back of her legs a gentle pet, and she immediately started to tingle. "I'm only teasing. I don't really need any supervision at all, ma'am. I'll start with the gas heater if you like."

Lisa thought for a moment, looking at him, almost as though she were coming to a decision, then slowly shook her head. "Hmm, that's down in the basement. My...my husband is working down there right now. We shouldn't bother him. Um...c-could you start with the kitchen?"

Scott smiled. "Sure, Mrs. Everhart, I'd be happy to." He followed the raccoon down the hall connecting the living room to the greeting area, admiring the view from behind, the way her dark-brown furred legs carried her effortlessly on small, petite footpaws and toes, and the way her taut asscheeks moved under the silk robe. For a moment, Scott wondered if there was a thong under there, or if the woman was wearing panties at all. Casually he took a deep sniff of his surroundings, and caught the alluring scent of her.

Lisa heard the raccoon take in a deep breath and looked over her shoulder, pawing hair away. "Smell something, Mr. Rogers? Don't tell me it's smoking in here already!" She laughed and this time it definitely sounded forced. As she walked she could feel wetness now becoming a trickle, and were it not for the panties she was wearing, it would have coursed down the inside of her thighs by now.

Scott swallowed hard at the unintentional innuendo and followed a bit closer behind her, the raging erection in his trousers now pointing outwards at an angle, as if ready to mount the poor raccoon against the wall at any minute. Lisa suddenly stopped to the entrance of the kitchen and Scott bumped into her, his covered erection suddenly nestled in her soft tail-fur, and poking against the small of her back.

"Ohh..." she gasped softly, not turning around. "I...I...I forgot...I have a new heater also, it's for kerosene, I mean, it's a kerosene heater and...it's...um...right over here..." She started walking forward again and Scott hastily stepped up close to keep close behind - as much as to hide the embarrassing erection he sported.

Lisa went to a nearby closet and turned around, forcing Scott to cover his excitement with the clipboard. "It's right here. Oh, and we have a fire extinguisher too..."

Scott nodded, hardly able to talk. "I'll need to see that also...to make sure it...um, works...when it should."

He watched as the lovely raccoon crouched down lifting the small extinguisher up and presenting it to him. "it's a little old...and it's never really been used yet..." she said softly, handing it to him.

Scott looked it over carefully. "Well...yeah, that's not really a problem. It'll work, you just have to play with it a little, here...I'll show you." He shakily took her paw, ecstatic that she let him. "Now just...put your paw on the hard part here...and pump it a few times...and...it'll just start gushing for you..."

Lisa smiled up at him, and their noses nearly touched. "It won't gush too much I can't handle it, will it? I don't want to...break it..."

Scott laughed and instinctively bumped muzzles with her. "No, I promise. It might be old but it'll still work, I guarantee you. Just be careful not to get...um...t-too much of it on your p-paws..."

Lisa's eyes flicked down and it was there. Hard, full, practically trying to bust from his trousers like an unleashed monster. She sighed deeply, the warmth between her legs now like a waterfall, and she knew she was having a bit of an orgasm already. And that meant-

Scott sniffed the air around them, suddenly drawn to her powerful, permeating scent, one of extreme lust and almost-aching need. "M-Mrs. Everhart..?"

"You can call me Lisa, Scott. W-we're friends now...right?" She smiled up at him, nearly a foot shorter than he. "Do you want to...put this back where it belongs?"

"Oh...the extinguisher, yes, of course, yes...sorry..." He got down swiftly to his knees to put the equipment back in its case and he felt Lisa's silk robe swishing against his tail. "I'll just..." Her scent from down on the floor assaulted his nostrils again, intoxicating, and he could no longer resist it. He put the case back into the closet and then turned around until he was looking up at her from his knees. "You smell...very, very wonderful, Lisa..."

She blushed hotly, not saying a word, and then slowly opened her robe, allowing Scott to see the luscious pair of black-lace angel panties she wore. She looked up to the ceiling and closed her eyes, waiting as Scott's muzzle came close to her heat, and gave the silky, now-wet triangle of fabric the gentlest of licks. Lisa let out a soft gasp and more wetness formed. "I...I have..." she whimpered, "a...smoke detector...in our bedroom..."

Without waiting, she stepped away from his touch, and turned around, heading on weak legs to the stairway, not looking behind her as she started up.

**

By the time Scott walked into the bedroom bare-chested, Lisa was already stretched out on the bed, naked, her soft tail curled up about her body like a blanket. Scott looked down at her, staring into her sleepy eyes as he unzipped his trousers, his monstrous erection now held back only by a pair of plaid boxers. She chittered up at him, waiting, her heart beating wildly, and spread her thighs slightly, pulling her tail away from her sex, giving Scott a full view of her damp, silky netherfur, barely hiding swollen and pink folds between the tufts.

Scott did not smile as he approached her, looking first into her eyes, and then letting his sultry gaze travel down her form, over her huge, perfect breasts, across her stomach and down to her sweet heaven tucked behind soft, wet netherfur like treasure that must be sought. He took in another long, deep inhale, the scent of womanly lust filling his nostrils, and walked with purpose to the foot of the bed, slowly getting on all-fours to crawl onto the sheets. As he approached her, he first nuzzled over her legs, starting from the front of her calves, licking the firm muscles, and then moving to the thighs, taking his time.

Lisa moaned and raised her arms back behind and above her head, gripping the ornate, sleek slats on either side of the headboard. She ran her tongue over her lips again in anticipation, eagerly waiting for the moist rubs of the raccoon's tongue to assail her heat. As she felt his sleek muzzle bump against her folds, she gasped heavily, breathing hard, and let another odor of pheromones free. "Mmmm..." she moaned, trembling now, and held still as the raccoon's tongue lapped gently over her, taking its time to lavish the swollen, aroused folds of flesh with a thick coating of saliva.

Hearing Lisa moan made Scott tremble, reaching excitedly for his boxers and yanking them down, pressing his firm, thick and incredibly hot erection against the woman's legs as he lapped hungrily over her sex. He let out a squeak as Lisa's feet lifted upwards, clamping around his hot and heavy shaft, giving it a few hard tugs, making sure he was good and ready. In time, a dollop of pre formed along the raccoon's flared tip, and her feet rubbed faster, pumping his organ up and down in time to his steady licks across her flesh.

In little time, his tongue began darting into her folds, exploring her depths with all the care in the world, slowly rolling his tongue around her walls, before spending time along her clit and hood. Lisa let out another hard gasp and clutched the headboard tighter as she could feel his warm, wet tongue entering her each time. As his mouth clamped over her slit, she forced herself to stop from crying out. His lips grabbed and then held the button-flesh, suckling at her clit, tugging it with his mouth in time to her repeated footpaws' jerks at his thick spire, and he could feel the course of precum dribbling down his length, aiding the warm friction already being generated.

When he couldn't stand it any longer, he lifted his head up, kissing up Lisa's stomach to her breasts, bathing her swelling globes with his scent as he licked and nuzzled them to the rock hard nipples in the center. As he reached her mouth, he kissed her deeply, like she had never been kissed before, their tongues mingling and batting against one another's, becoming a game as each drank deeply of the other's taste.

Scott lifted himself up on powerful arms, bracing his paws on either side of her head, and his hips rose upwards, forwards and then downwards, his throbbing sex pushing and then spreading her folds outwards. Lisa's eyes widened and she let out a muffled whimper of instant pain followed by deep pleasure as the raccoon's mammoth sex filled her completely with hard flesh. Her walls began to love him, to squeeze and clench him tightly, building a secretion of scent, perspiration and her inner juices as he began to move against her.

Lisa's legs wrapped around his waist tightly, her ankles locked around her lover's perfect ass and pushing, trying to get even more of his incredible member to go inside her. Now balls-deep, Scott moaned and reached for her head, holding it tightly as he kissed her again, bouncing uncontrollably atop of her, and causing the bed to creak underneath them. A little of his sex pulled free, but as the woman's folds clamped down around him again, he was immediately drawn back into her now soaking wet depths.

They made love slowly, deeply, continuing to kiss even as their individual orgasms rose up as one before crashing over them both like waves along a rocky shore. He tried to pull his length out before a heavy gushing of her juices soaked his member as she came wildly against him, her arms wrapped in a near death grip around his broad shoulders as she enjoyed several hard gushes of cum practically forced from her. He moaned as he felt her cum, her body trembling hard, her claws digging into his flesh, and pulled out just before a shot of thick raccoon seed spattered against her stomach.

Seeing him aching with release, Lisa immediately grabbed around his spire with both paws, aiming the flesh at an angle and pumping him hard up and down. Scott groaned and closed his eyes tightly as he came in huge, raining spurts, his seed flying upwards in an arc before landing all over Lisa's breasts. She continued milking him steadily, working her paw faster and faster, in a frenzy to empty him, to satisfy his urge in one jerk after another. Soon his cum was glistening from her breasts, dribbling down her hips on either side. With her paw still holding on to his shaft, he collapsed atop of her, breathing heavily, kissing her wildly and moaning.

"Baby," Lisa whimpered, her voice shaky but filled with warmth. "You...you need to go. M-My husband..."

"Yes, I know, Lisa..." He nuzzled her cheek gently, giving her another deep kiss, filled with promise for the future. "M-May...we see each other...again soon?"

She smiled softly up at him, nodding, stroking his mouth with her fingers, her eyes becoming lost inside of his.

**

Several minutes later, Lisa came down the stairs to the basement, wearing her silk robe and nothing else, and tip-toed up behind Michael, who was bent over a large wooden lathe and looking at a set of instructions dubiously.

Lisa slid her arms around him from behind, kissing his neck. "Mmm...how's work going, honey?"

Michael smiled and placed a paw over hers around his stomach. "Oh my...hi there." Instantly he felt the warmth of her breasts pressing up against him and it started an erection in his jogging pants. "Just...um..." Her paw gently slipped down his pants, tucking underneath the waistband, alighting and then clamping around his firm sex. "I...oh..."

"I was getting lonely," Lisa whispered against his ear, nuzzling him, starting to stroke him off. Her gaze wandered around the basement and saw, with disdain, a set of empty paint cans against the far wall, piled up messily beside a nearly full extension cord socket. "B-baby..." she sighed, "You're going to start a fire if you're not-" She stopped talking, the images of her earlier love-making with Scott still fresh in her mind, the touch of his paws, the wetness of his tongue exploring her, his thick erection filling her, driving her to hard climax, and the warmth of his seed spattering against her breasts.

She started to smile widely.

"What? G-going to start...what...?" Michael moaned, hardly hearing her, his head titled back and his eyes closed, wildly turned on by his wife's paws and already at the brink of orgasm.

"Nothing," Lisa whispered again, licking her lips almost hungrily. As she pumped his shaft harder and faster, and he rewarded her generous efforts with a paw-full of warm cum inside his pants, she was already thinking of Scott donned in his full fireman's uniform, coming to her rescue.

END