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The fact that Anita slept with her pet Arcanine was something of an open secret among her friends. Nobody had ever caught her at it and the handsome creature was obedient and well-mannered around guests. Because the alternative was terrible embarrassment for all parties, none of Anita's friends said a word whenever she was seen with evidence of recent Pokephilia, such as a stripe of semen running down her thigh. Anita doubted that she was the only lady in her clutch who hiked her tail up for a Pokemon. Herself keen Bull Terrier nose often picked out peculiar scents on her friends, even at an idle from across the table. She felt no shame about playtime with her Arcanine.

It was a particularly dull, chilly night when the Terrier sat down wearing her leggings and arm warmers. She parted her thighs welcomingly. At first her Arcanine, a young yet noble beast named Maxton, merely lifted his head then dropped it again in a huff. Anita laughed and gently booted his shoulder with a foot. "I told you I was sorry we didn't go get into some battles today. How many times do I have to say it?"

Maxton grumbled and closed his eyes. Anita was nothing if not a persistent woman and she nudged him again, then braced her foot on his shoulder and rocked him over and over until he clicked his teeth. The middle-aged Terrier was not impressed. "Stop acting like you're not interested," she sneered. "Get up here and eat your momma out."

It had less to do with obedience and more knowing Anita was right, but Maxton stood, stretched, and abruptly crammed his snout between her thighs. He fed off the gasp she let out. As he lapped, his tail wagged. Anita huffed and wrapped her legs about the Pokemon's neck. Like most Arcanines, he was colossally large. Anita herself was five feet even but Maxton beat her by a foot to the tops of his ears. His enormous head fit between her legs like a wedge.

Anita reached up and thumbed the swollen bumps of her nipples. A smile settled neatly on her face, giving her just a tint of sleaze. Maxton's slobbering filled the air with nasty wet noises and so did he absolutely slather Anita's loins, thighs, and the couch below. His erection grew rapidly from its sheath and added to the general mess, drizzling syrupy pre wherever the tip hung.

The phone rang and Anita groaned. She reached for it on the end table and barely grabbed it up. She was in no mood to stop Maxton and get up. On the screen was a name she would have loved to have seen hours ago, but now with Maxton tending to her needs, she was simply annoyed at the caller. "Hush up down there, quiet down," she puffed. Maxton reluctantly eased off, but he didn't stop altogether. She answered and stroked Maxton's crown with her free paw. "Finally returning my call, huh?"

Noah wasn't Anita's boyfriend. Their ages were too disparate for that, but they had itches that the other scratched for exactly that reason. He snickered in a way Anita couldn't help but like. "When you booty call me knowing I'm at work, it takes a little while to get back to you."

"There's no need now," Anita cryptically said. "Why don't you stop by tomorrow?"

"No need, huh?" Noah grunted. "I'll be the judge of that, woman. You just try to keep your paws out of your panties until I get there."

The line went dead. Anita felt a cold rush. Her friends knew without admitting it, but Noah had no idea at all. Once Maxton got started, he didn't stop until he was satisfied. "Things are gonna get weird tonight," said Anita with a rub on Maxton's head. The Arcanine seemed to shrug, and then he dove back in and started eating again.

Anita rubbed behind Maxton's ears fondly. He grumbled his outspoken pleasure right into her muff, reverberating his hard teeth and slobbery jowls against her flesh. She huffed and growled. "Bad boy... My boytoy's on his way and you're gonna make things all awkward for me. Just promise me you're not gonna try to eat him."

Maxton looked at Anita from the tops of his savvy eyes. No promises here! said the glint in them. Anita rolled her eyes and bopped the top of his head. "Hey, you can at least get me started for Noah," she grinned. "Lemme get up."

The Arcanine obeyed but breathed heavily all the same. His tongue, now without a lurid task, hung slack and dribbled, but this amount of saliva was nothing compared to the pre he stained the carpet with. All that lubrication would very soon have a purpose, for the delectable mother dropped down to her paws and knees, then held up her short Terrier tail. Capping it all off was a coquettish look back and the sneered query, "What are you waiting for?"

Evidently, he waited for an invitation. Maxton made to mount up on Anita at once, yet he was much larger than she. In spite of having his way with her several times a week, he always tried to rear up on her shoulders like a stallion. He ended up straddling her with fore and hind legs with what seemed to be humility as he notched his penis against the well-loved folds of her muff. There he lingered, but only briefly. Before Anita goaded him (he knew that her doing so was inevitable), he pushed forward and spread apart those perfect pussylips. Anita shrieked with pleasure and her vaginal muscles welcomed the red rocket of Maxton's cock.

Though Maxton was terribly well-hung to suit his great size, Anita was an experienced older whore and a true MILF besides. With five pups under her belt and regular practice in the art of making more, she had a cunt well-suited to the rigors of a foot-long shaft and a knot like two baseballs crushing together. When she felt the bulk of that gland against her box, she grinned big and wide. "Yeah, you don't fuck around, you always get right to the point," hissed Anita. Then she demanded, "Fuck me, prettyboy!"

Slavishly obedient, Maxton would have done so nevertheless. With a guttural growl and a swish of his pillowy tail, he started to buck and grind. He plugged up Anita with his fat, veiny flesh and tried often and prematurely to bury the knot inside of her. He had done so before and he had every intention of doing it again. When the front door opened, he and Anita both swung their heads around. He crushed his knot against her snatch and growled with muted fearsomeness at the sound of the door.

Anita's heart lurched into her throat. Being caught going at it with her Pokemon? How terribly naughty, and such a thrill. Would Noah be disgusted? She could only hope.

"Hey, baby," Noah growled around the corner, "I hope you're hungry, 'cause I brought the beef." His statement coincided with his passage into the den. From the side, he saw the confounding spectacle of Maxton bunched over Anita. "Aw, what the fuck?" he grunted. "Your--, your dog? Seriously?"

The Bull Terrier chuckled meekly. "He's an Arcanine, not a dog. And his name is Maxton."

"Yeah, yeah, I know that! But," Noah puffed, "seriously?"

Anita loved the look of confusion turning to despair on Noah's face. He was so very tall, muscular and jock-like that to see his face convoluted in mixed emotions or outright fluster made him look cute. He was and would always be her boytoy, and the manner in which she beckoned him solidified that. "Maxton is a good boy," she cooed, "he can share. The question is, babe, can you?"

Maxton followed Noah with his eyes as he walked near. Though he was familiar with Noah, his eyes simmered protectively with regards to Anita. Noah was a beastly creature, but he knew without a doubt that he would have been no obstacle to Maxton. He lay his paw upon the Arcanine's head and said with a forced smile, "You mind sharing your momma with me tonight?"

The Pokemon huffed and shook off Noah's paw, then resumed his stubborn grinds. The manner in which he looked away from Noah seemed to be dismissive but it was better than being chased off. Noah shook his head as he undressed right down to his naked body. Partial clothing was fun in a public place, but here was the luxury of privacy and nudity. He gladly took advantage of it.

Noah knelt down before Anita wearing his best smirk. It was wide and toothy. "I always knew you were kinky, babe, but fuck me sideways," he said with a sigh.

"Oh, shut up," Anita moaned. She reached for Noah's sheath, a plump and musky thing offered up plainly by his position. It was already swollen and with a few knowing gropes and squeezes, Anita coaxed out the familiar cock within. Noah's penis was not unlike Maxton's, being pointed at the tip and knotted at the base. The size was smaller, but Noah was still exceptionally hung. "Smells like you didn't even wash it this week," she smirked before she wrapped her hungry lips about it. She immediately began suckling and bobbing, parting her jaws wide to suck it down to the base. The knot was not yet free of the sheath, but she saw to that soon enough.

"Mmm, well, I know you like that sweaty dick flavor," Noah puffed. "Rub the nuts, babe, you know how I like it."

Even as Anita did as she was told, Noah looked uneasily at Maxton. He had always been familiar with the Arcanine, but for the first time, he felt threatened by the beast. He felt not as if his life were in danger, but his masculinity had definitely been cut off at the knees. Suddenly growling and baring his teeth, Noah gripped the sides of Anita's head and started ruthlessly facefucking her. She grunted and squeezed his balls but didn't gag, bite, or otherwise resist.

"Take the fuckin' dick, you and me both know who you like best," Noah snapped.

Just then, Maxton sneered down at him with an eyebrow popped up. Really, now?

Noah licked his lips. He looked down at Anita and huffed, "C'mon, swallow on it, baby. I know what kind of slut you are."

Maxton knew too. He hunkered down over Anita but kept his eyes unnervingly on Noah. Together they rutted away at her, not in concert as if sawing a tree in half, but in chaotic frenzy suiting a couple of idiot studs trying their best to show dominance. Anita ate it all up happily. Having her middle-aged body ridden like a bicycle for two was something not very many MILFs could boast. She clenched down on Maxton's big slab of meat and tugged Noah's fat balls. Both boys grunted and growled. It was impossible to tell who was making which noise. They both sounded horribly bestial.

The Arcanine's furry balls swatted Anita's stout thighs over and over, never completing their pendulous swing. Her snatch was spread wide and raw, and the knot which so regularly kissed up against it promised an even greater reaming. Noah's penis was much less threatening and the wolf knew this. He resented Maxton for getting the pussy and himself for lacking the nerve to knot Anita's jaws. He settled for jerking her hair. In return she tugged roughly on his balls with a fist.

A deep grumble resonated in Maxton's barrel chest. His cock throbbed harshly and quickly with his racing heart. Anita wriggled her fine ass back against him and begged nonverbally for the knot she had had so many times before. Just like every other time, it seemed impossibly large, but Maxton was always determined enough to make it work and he ground it against her with everything he had. Noah's positioning was fortunate, for he kept Maxton from pushing her forward. There had been times when Anita had earned carpet burns on her knees from trying to push back against Maxton.

Maxton roared with dominance and pleasure. His fat, red knot, popped past Anita's cuntlips and wedged within her. Anita whom had had so many natural births could hardly believe the stretch. Her knees quaked. She squirted, but it could not escape around the knot. When Maxton howled and shot his wad, however, the ejaculate quickly overfilled Anita and slipped around the knot, shooting back in a quick jet.

As Maxton panted and Anita quaked and let her throat be used passively, Noah felt like a third wheel - but he had every intention of busting a nut at least. He held onto the sides of Anita's head and nailed her maw as roughly as ever, always smashing his knot against her lips and nose to punish her with his potent musk. He looked up at Maxton and the Arcanine looked back with an unmistakable smirk on his face. You're still not done?

Noah huffed and looked away from Maxton's judging face. "Next time, buddy," he grunted, "you can have her asshole while I get the pussy. That thing's mine." Maxton snorted at the notion.

A few moments longer in the humid confines of Anita's maw, and Noah held her lips flush to his knot. He came with a deep groan and tossed back his head. Unlike Maxton, he let loose no howls, but the pleasure was obvious and the orgasm he dumped down Anita's neck was anything but modest. He pulled back his twitching cock in the midst of his release to let the last runners shoot into her maw and he kept pulling back so that the last two shot against her face. Anita winced and clenched her teary eyes shut, then nuzzled firmly into the crook of Noah's sheath and furry balls for slutty comfort. The drooling remnants of his climax drizzled across her brow.

"Mmm, fuck," Anita sighed, "you boys always wear me out."

"Heh, well," Noah sneered as he stood up on shaky legs, "your dog--," Maxton skewered him with a glare, "your Arcanine, I'm sorry, he can keep you warm tonight."

"Oh, quit being a fucking crybaby," Anita smiled. "You always liked Maxton before."

Noah bristled. "Before I knew you fucked him!"

Anita shrugged. "It always bothered him that you and I fuck. Now you're even. Get over it."

The wolf looked at Maxton and his impish smile. Ha-ha, she yelled at you.

"Mmf," Noah puffed. He sat down in the carpet. "I guess I can get used to this... No way I'm doing sloppy seconds, though."

"Oh, Noah," she grinned, moving to lie in the carpet. "After Maxton, you wouldn't even touch the edges."