(Not Homecoming) Show Me
This was an "experiment" chapter from my series, "Homecoming", where I was exploring what it would be like if Clarissa weren't quite as loyal as I usually wrote her. It's non-canon and in fact the storyline conflicts with the other chapter I recently posted. For those who have not read the series:Jake Pierson (not in this story, but referenced): Protagonist, 23 years old, mixed-breed dog. Recently completed college and is engaged to Clarissa. They're back in her hometown for the wedding, which is scheduled to take place about two weeks after the events in this chapter.Edgar Pierson ("Pierson"): 46 years old, mixed-breeed dog, Jake's father (not in this story, but referenced). Goes by just "Pierson". Mostly-retired porn star who quit mostly to raise his son once he hit high school. Jake doesn't like people to know what his dad does, and at this point in the story Clarissa knows his history but neither Jake nor Pierson know she knows.Clarissa Ostberg: 22 years old, wolf. Attended the same college as Jake, met him there and got engaged while finishing her senior year. Jake was the first and only person she's ever had sex with, save for a fling with a girl. Strong-willed might be an understatement.Wyatt Larsen: 24 years old, hyena. Jake's childhood friend up until Jake relocated to Seattle for high school. After graduating (officially...) Wyatt took up porn acting after learning about his friend's dad doing it for a living. Sleazy, cocky, and full of himself. One other important event at this point: Jake recently fooled around with his dad for the first time ever, while they were both drunk. It was Jake's first gay experience."Shit," Wyatt muttered when he heard the brush rustling behind him.He looked around quickly for a place to hide the joint he was just getting started on, waving one paw through the air to try and clear it. He was still looking for a safe spot to ditch the roach when the branches parted and Jake's girlfriend pushed her way through, looking as surprised as he did to find him there."Wyatt? What're you doing here?" Clarissa looked around, frowning, as if checking to see if anyone else was was with him. She didn't seem especially happy to see him."Ohhh, hey Clarissa." He waved and gave a lopsided grin. "Shit, I thought you were the cops. Uhh..." He gestured with the joint. "Just burnin' one. You want in?"She looked at him doubtfully, and Wyatt was pretty sure she was going to refuse before she came over and sat down next to him. "I suppose, alright." She
smoothed her shorts beneath her thighs.He handed the joint over to her, pinched between two fingers, and watched as she took a hit from it. It didn't look like it was her first time from the way she took the breath, held it, and handed it back before exhaling."How'd you find me?" he asked, before taking another hit himself."I wasn't looking for you," she said flatly. "There aren't a lot of spots along the river that aren't rocks. I was just looking for a place to sit and think." She took the joint back when he offered it. "Thanks." When she took another hit, Wyatt amused himself watching her breasts move beneath her tank top. "How'd you find it?" She coughed once, exhaled.Wyatt pointed to where she'd come through the bushes. "Trail. Was just looking for a quiet spot to kick back for awhile, too. You sure you weren't following me?"Clarissa coughed again, from her chest. "Yes, I'm sure." She hugged her knees and let her feet slip out of the sandals she wore, digging her heels into the soft earth. "You found your way around here pretty quick.""I spend a lot of time outside down in SoCal. You learn where to find the best smoke spots pretty quick once you get used to it," Wyatt said, leaning back onto his elbows. "Where's Jake at?"She shrugged. "With my dad, I think. He said they should get to know each other better.""Jake said that, or your dad?""Jake," Clarissa said. Wyatt grinned. "Good, 'cuz if it was your dad saying that kind of thing I'd worry there'd be a shotgun involved or something."Clarissa snorted, but now she was smiling too. "My dad's not that kind of... um, dad, even if Jake's afraid he is." They sat in silence for awhile, passing the joint back and forth and just looking out over the river. He snuck a few glances over at her while trying not to being too obvious about it. Jake sure did alright for himself, he thought. The wolf bitch was bigger than Wyatt was used to, sure, but she was stacked, and lean with muscle from the look of her. She seemed pretty sure of herself too, which Wyatt figured was the only way the Jake and her had gotten together. Jake wasn't the forward type, never had been, and knowing his friend he was probably scared of her first time they'd met. Whenever that had been."Can I ask you something?" Clarissa said without looking at him."Huh? Oh. Yeah." Wyatt rolled his shoulders, since resting on his elbows made shrugging
difficult. He'd been lost in hazy thought, and tried to think if he'd missed anything. She wasn't acting like he had.Her lips were pressed together, he could see her tongue moving them them. "I probably shouldn't, but..." she rubbed her forhead, squinted, and looked askance at him. "Do you know about his dad?""Know what?" Wyatt was pretty certain what she meant of course, but if he was wrong he wasn't about to let on.She narrowed her eyes and peered at him. "You do, don't you?"He'd thought he was being more subtle than that with his two-word answer, but either Clarissa was even sharper than she looked or she was playing him. Either way, busted. "About the whole skin flick thing? Yeah."She frowned and took the joint back to draw on it. It was almost down to a nub, now. "What do you think of it?"He sorta-shrugged again, debated going into more detail, and didn't."I'm serious," she said, tugging the hem of her shorts down her legs - which had ridden up, since she was still hugging her knees, and leaned forward on them again. "I want to know. Does it bother you?""Nope," he drawled slowly, the pot making him feel floaty. "But then not a whole lot does.""Except Hannah," Clarissa said with a giggle, followed by a sigh. "It doesn't bother me either, I don't think it does anyway, but... I just wish he'd told me sooner. I don't know why he was all weird about it.""Prolly 'cuz he thinks you're a country girl and he didn't wanna freak you out," Wyatt replied, flicking the spent roach into the river with a claw. He had a good buzz going. "You should take it as a compliment.""I do," she admitted. "I mean, sort of. On one hand I wish he'd trusted me, but on the other I guess I understand why he didn't. How'd you find out?"Wyatt sucked his teeth and considered lying, but given the conversation didn't think it wise. "Jake told me. Y'know, back when we were in high school he wasn't as shy talking about it. Kids at school, they gave him a ton of shit over it and that's when he got like he is now. Yeah, he just told me."Clarissa mm'd and picked up a rock, tossing it into the river, and did it again. "I guess I never thought of that, the whole other kids teasing him about it. Fuck." She rubbed her forehead again, squinting her eyes shut, and then ran her paw up and over her ears. "It's hard to believe he did that for a living. I didn't think you could even make enough money doing that to live off of it.""It ain't so hard," Wyatt said with a grin.A grin she saw when she opened her eyes and looked over at him, and she raised her eyebrows over bloodshot eyes."What is it you do for a living? I don't think I ever asked," Clarissa asked, and in a voice that told him she already suspected."I'd say Google my name sometime, but you'd prolly think I was being an asshole if I did. Same thing Pierson used to do. Only better, if you ask me. And I ain't retired."Even if she suspected she opened her eyes wide and shook her head, then lifted her muzzle and laughed. "Well, shit. Does everyone in LA do porn for a living?"He laughed right along with her, shaking his head. "Nah, not everyone's got what it takes. But yeah, truth is, I was pretty blown away when Jake told me. Like I didn't know you could make money fuckin', not good money anyway. So I talked to his dad some, found out who to talk to, made a couple calls. Got my first gig before I was even outta high school.""Mmm," she said, twitching one ear and looking back out over the river. "I'd ask what it's like, but I think I have a pretty good idea, after talking with Pierson. Maybe better than I wanted." She shook her head. "Now I feel stupid for asking what you think of it.""Nah, it's not like you knew. You should check out my films sometime." He grinned. "Bet you'd like 'em."She glanced over at him sidelong, and she paused a moment before speaking again. "You know, Jake warned me about you.""Yeah?" He rolled halfway onto his side, supporting himself on one elbow. The world spun for a moment and he blinked his eyes twice to clear his head. "What'd he say?""Let's see," she said, ticking off on her fingers. "That you're a dick sometimes. That you don't know how to keep your mouth shut. And that you'd probably try to make a move on every girl in town, including me."He chuckled. "Can't say any of that's a lie," was all he said. "I ain't sorry for being who I am, though. Anyway, he's cool with it."Clarissa pursed her lips and he watched as he tongue moved inside her muzzle again. Probably drymouth. "What's that supposed to mean?""Nothin'," Wyatt said. "Just you know that thing about a tiger not changing his stripes, or whatever? Like, no offense, but Jake can be kind of a pussy sometimes. But he's my bro and all, so it's cool with me. He knows I can't keep it in my pants, but he likes me anyway, I guess. Guys just kinda..." He waved a paw,
trying not to lose track of what he was trying to say. "We just don't worry too much about that shit, you know what I'm saying?" He was proud of himself for keeping the thought together for that long, then briefly wondered if he actually had or if he just thought he had."Not really," she said, tugging at the hem of her shorts again (and bringing his attention back to the conversation). "But I mean, yeah, I guess. Fuck. I should go. Do you really do porn for a living?""I just said that, yeah?" Wyatt was fighting back the urge to leer. "Oh, wow," Clarissa blinked her eyes wide again, and Wyatt thought she looked cute when she did that. "That's just nuts. So, like... What are the qualifications? There's got to be lots of guys who'd love to get paid to have sex, how do you get your dick in the door?" She giggled, and rocked back and forth. "I mean not actually in the door, that'd hurt."He snickered, and now it was his turn to tick off the answer on his fingers. "Lesse. You gotta be good lookin', have a big fat dick, and be you gotta able to get it up on camera. That'll get you a job, maybe like bit parts and shit. If you wanna make bank you gotta be professional about it, too, like don't be all fuckin' weird about it. And, uh, something else...Oh yeah. Being able to go a few times in a row don't hurt, neither. I think that's all of it.""That's all, huh? You're gonna tell me you've got all that?"He hooked a thumb into his shorts and pulled down the front of them. From over the waistband spilled his heavy length of dark cock, his pride and joy, flopped almost low enough to touch the ground from his crotch even while almost completely soft. Since he was lying on his side with his knees together it had some extra pudge to it. "Yeah, see?""Wyatt!" Clarissa exclaimed, and burst out laughing. At first he was pissed in a vague sort of way, but the laughter was infectious and pretty soon he was giggling right along with her. "Put that thing away before you hurt someone!""Nah, see, look," he said, giving his paw a shake to make the whole thing jiggle, which brought a fresh bout of laughter from both of them. "Hold on, hold on, lemme get it hard." It didn't take much work to get it on its way, squeezing his legs together and feeling it swell, then that feeling making it swell faster. He never stroked it, just flexed his muscles and squeezed the base, milking it into a drooping arc of veiny black flesh."You fucking sleaze, cut it out!" She looked away and held up a paw as if to defend her eyes, then, despite her protests, peeked through. "Goddamn, you weren't kidding. What are you, part
horse?" "Hey, show it some respect," he said mock-indignantly. "This little guy pays my bills." His thumb beneath his nuts pushing at the base, he gave it another shake. This time it swayed instead of jiggled, a stiff rod aimed at an angle to the ground. "I think he likes you."Clarissa giggled and rolled her eyes. "Oh, he does, does he?" Then, much to his surprise, she reached over and grabbed his swelling erection in a pleasantly soft paw. She did it so quickly that even she looked a little startled - but she didn't let it go right away, and even gave him a squeeze before she did. Damn that feels good, he thought, but all he did was smirk."Shit, whoa. I am high, I shouldn't have done that. I should not have done that. You always hit on girls like this?" she said, and he could see her closing her paw into a loose first and plant it on the ground. "You should put that away, seriously.""I wasn't hitting on you, I was just gonna give you a show," he said, and propped his head on one paw. His other was still holding the waistband of his shorts underneath his sagging balls. His cock jutted free, stiff enough to just barely not brush the ground despite the sag. "You're the one lookin' with your paws.""I shouldn't have done that," Clarissa said again, then giggled and shook her head. She wasn't looking at him anymore, but he knew when a girl was having to work at it not to."Lemme see what your pussy," he said, grinning widely. He made no move to tuck himself away."What?" she knuckled her eyes, squeezing them shut and blinking them open to look back at him. "No! Jesus Wyatt, would you put your fucking dick away?""Nuh-uh. C'mon, you know how show and tell works. I show you mine, you show me yours. I promise I won't grab it." He moved his paw up to hold his cock loosely, just letting it rest comfortably on his curled fingers.Clarissa glared at him. "This isn't fucking grade school!." She kept glaring at him challengingly, and when he didn't stop looking expectant, harumphed. "You think I won't do it, don't you."He shrugged one shoulder, knowing better than to answer. Just the gesture was enough."Fine," she said. "Fine. You asked for it." Still with her knees drawn up she reached down and fumbled with her fly, the popping of the snap louder than the rustling of her shorts over the fur of her legs. She looked like she was having a hard time with it, trying to hop her backside side to side to get them down over her hips before shimmying out, forgot her panties, and had to do the
same thing all over again to slide those down too. Between her legs was the soft-furred lips of her cunt, just visible beneath her bent thighs since she was facing sidways relative to him. He craned his neck to get a better look while she pulled the panties and shorts off her feet and pushed them into a puddle of clothes and sandals. "Lemme see it," he said, giving her an encouraging grin and nodding towards her crotch."You are seeing it!" Her knees were squeezed together, heels drawn up protectively to almost touch her backside."Come on, you know what I mean. Show it to me. I wanna see.""I know you do." Hesitating, then blowing a rasberry through her lips she turned, leaned back onto her paws and let her knees fall apart. It gave him a much, much better view of the puffy, pinkish folds lined with soft and thin white fur, and the bare flesh in a thin seam up the center. She wasn't looking back at him, in obvious embarassment staring somewhere off to the side and resting back on her paws.Waistband of his shorts still cinched firmly behind his nuts he let go of his cock and got to his knees and crawled towards her. The change in her position when he moved was slight, but it told him everything he needed to know when she only looked down the length of her body at him warily and kept her knees splayed. He made sure he looked like he was in no hurry, only glancing up at her briefly and letting his very well-practiced, disarming smile linger to keep from seeming too predatory. He even made sure to keep his shorts on so that his very stiff erection was hidden beneath his belly."Wyatt..." the wolf bitch slurred warningly as he got closer, biting her lip. "This is show and tell, you're only supposed to look.""Who says?" he said, head between her ankles now. Then her knees, then, her thighs, crawling forward slowly. "Besides, I am looking. I just want to get a good view."The wolf bitch just watched him from over the rise of her breasts, chin against her chest. He already knew she wouldn't dodge away when he lowered his head and pressed his muzzle to her pussy, givng the perfectly soft folds a long and lingering kiss that sent a shudder through her. Her folds parted for his lathing tongue, falling wide to expose slick wetness coating the insides, a glistening trickle already making its way down her slit before his tongue caught it on the way up.Someone had once told him, probably Pierson actually, that when you eat pussy you should start like a butterfly and finish like a bulldog eating oatmeal. Wyatt thought that last part was
pretty fucking gross and the first part a waste of time, and found he had better luck doing what he did now, mashing what he knew were expert lips to her cunt and pushing his tongue up the middle, and slathering it around while keeping his muzzle sealed in place over her clit. It drove bitches wild to have a guy eager for it, like really into it, and sure enough the wolfess was squirming and gasping before he'd even gotten a second lick in. She tasted good, too, like the woods, he thought.For all his confidence he was still honestly a little surprised when her paw clapped onto the back of his head and held on, having wonderd until then if she would try and push him away after the first taste - not that he had any intention of letting her if she had. Instead she tugged him in hard and ground her hips against his muzzle, huffing open-muzzled breaths full of hunger and desperation. He found himiself hungry too, delving his tongue right up into her entrance and slurping while slowly twisting his head side to side. He'd eaten a lot of pussy in his life already and considered himself an expert in it, smirking inwardly when she began to hump up against him automatically, rolling her hips to meet his lips and tongue.He went at it like that for awhile, her moans getting louder the longer he kept at it until she collapsed back and let her ankles slide free, legs spread with him in between. Drool ran down his chin and he purposefully let it soak into the fur of her thighs to mix with the juices she was leaking. Now that he could see her head was back he carefully reached back with one paw and shimmied out of his own shorts, careful to keep his head still so she wouldn't notice, then kicked them off the rest of the way as gently as he could.When he finally came up - ostensibly for air - he replaced his tongue with a finger, pushing it up inside her before he'd even lifted his muzzle from between her thighs. Was she a virgin? he thought to himself when he met snug resistance before remembering that of course she wasn't - she just had Jake for a boyfriend, something Wyatt knew from their years of friendship and shared locker rooms had likely left Clarissa unprepared for someone of the hyena's proportions. The thought had him so hard he could feel it throbbing.It was with practiced ease that he curled it his finger and 'pushed the button', making her hips buck up, rock side to side, and thump heavily back down again. She really was a big girl, he thought, in an athletic sort of way - he could see the muscles of her belly tighten and flutter, her thighs bunched up and flexing when she shuddered. Her first orgasm (so far) came when he wanted it to, nuzzling at the inside of her thigh while pumping his finger in and out of her pussy. The second came when he was crawling his way up her
body, lanky chest up over her full one and another finger joining the first. She was still coming down from that one when she lifted her head, shivering, and saw him over her. He waited until the moment her lips parted to protest before saying anything. "Lemme ask you something, babe," he murmured, turning his muzzle to the side and wiping off the tip of it in the crook of his shoulder. He didn't want to drool on her."Wyatt, wait..." Clarissa's faintly bloodshot eyes rolled back when he crooked a finger inside, her hips floating over the ground when she bucked into it. "You ever fuck anyone besides Jake before?" He knew it was dangerous bringing up his friend like this, but right now he wanted to know. It would give him an idea of what to do next, or rather, how he'd do it. He kept his finger lightly brushing over her clit, just enough to keep her off-balance, intentionally making it hard for her to answer. Not that she seemed to need much help being distracted by now - maybe the pot was hitting her harder than it was him, or maybe he was just that good with his fingers, but whatever the reason she was having a tough time doing much more than writhing on her back. "Fuck, Wyatt... Get your... We can't do this." Despite his best efforts she was struggling back to lucidity. He could still feel her muscles quivering around his finger, though. "Jake wouldn't... God, I want it, I do, but we can't. I wouldn't do that to Jake." She screwed her eyes shut and huffed, right on the edge of another orgasm. "You wouldn't - ah, ah - do that to Jake."He chuckled, and added a second finger, slipping it in alongside the first. "If that's what you think, you don't know me too well." Twisting his paw, her brought her off even as she tried to hold back. Which made her orgasm all the harder, he knew. "What if I said I told him I was going to?"She was trying halfheartedly to walk herself back on her elbows, teeth chattering when she tried to talk. "You didn't," she moaned."Did too," he said. Technically what he was saying was true, although it was unlikely Jake meant what he'd said the other day. But then, Wyatt hadn't been asking for permission, not really. None too gently he worked his fingers in and out of her, keeping her just shy of climax while she writhed and gasped beneath him. At the same time he just as carefully maneuvered his hips into position, bracing his knees on the ground and lifting up his lower body until he was situated between the wolfess's thick thighs, his stiff erection alongside his wrist.Carefully, as delicately as Indiana Jones swapping out a statue, Wyatt pull his fingers from inside the
wolfess's sex while at the same time he pushed the broad underside of his erection between her pussy lips, hot-dogging her with his dick and pumping his hips to ride it over her clit. That and the lusty make-out session was apparently enough to keep her where she was with only a hitch in her breath and a soft moan betraying she'd even noticed what he was doing now. Good luck, Jake had said? Wyatt liked to think he made his own luck.Thus began a kind of wordless negotiation between them, his part consisting of humping against her in increasingly longer strokes while hers involved bucking her hips up against him to meet the unyielding barrel of his achingly hard dick. Not by accident his motions were identical to those of outright sex, lacking only the penetration, and every grinding push of his lanky hips both a promise and an offer - an offer that became much more explicit when he got to the point of lifting up his ass high enough that his cockhead just barely snagged against the entrace to her her sex, just for a moment, before popping free to ride up along her increasingly soaked folds. A few moments later he did it again, teasing for a moment as if he was going to push inside before 'missing' on purpose and resuming the not-so-dry humping.The first couple of times Clarissa answered his overtures by shifting away from him, just the faintest roll of her hips enough to keep him from slippng inside, and making a kind of muffled, whimpering protest. But the third time she didn't move when he lined up his cock and even - much to his smug satisfaction - tried to angle herself up when he didn't take the invitation and missed again on purpose, going back to hot-dogging her. She let out another whimper, this time one of growing desperation.The next time, when he draw back his hips and let his cockhead trace a wet trail down her cunt to prod against her entrance, he just held himself there. Clarissa's kissing became more heated, her whimpers louder and she rolled and bucked her hips. In ten minutes flat the wolfess had gone from reluctant to begging for it - just as Wyatt had intended. He could practically smell her need now, a heady, feminine and familiar musk that was making his cock throb.So in one smooth, effortless motion buried the first few inches into the wolfess's sloppy sex, going deeper than maybe would be comfortable for her given his size in case she had second thoughts or tried to wriggle away. He needn't have worried: Clarissa didn't complain at all. Her only sound was a moan as he began to spread her open, and instead of squirming away she reached around his hips and pulled him deeper. He was happy to oblige, sinking into her wet heat with a breathy, open-muzzled huff. She'd drawn her knees around
his legs to angle her hips up, inviting him to push deeper, an invitation he obliged her in increasingly deeper thrusts rather that in one long, continuous stroke. He was reminded why he liked his girls on the larger side when he got the last of his throbbing dick buried in her pussy, expecting to bottom out over the last few inches and happy to be proven mistaken when his nuts mashed to her taint instead. From then on it was just a matter of letting natural skill and years of practice take over. Clarissa didn't stand a chance, whatever token reluctance she'd shown before long gone, all her complaints about shouldn't and can't long gone under the hyena's expert treatment. Wyatt was damn good at this, and he knew it.He fucked her slow at first, then a little faster, then a little slower again, always varying the rhythm when she tried to match her bucking to his. Sometimes he hammered her to an orgasm and let her ride it out on deep, languid thrusts, and other times teased her close before denying her release, once, twice, before riding her so hard she hung from him with both arms around his back to try and hold on, swaying and shuddering while she came.He teased himself, too, letting him get close enough for his balls to pull up and his ass clenching in anticipation before figuratively easing back, holding himself deep within her and letting her whimper while he walked his orgasm back from the edge until he'd relaxed enough to start up again. Long minutes were spent working both of them into a sweat, her breathing nothing but pants and whines by now, and only when he felt his arms begin to shake and his knees getting raw in the soft dirt did he bury himself to the balls and bring her to one more orgasm before letting go himself. Thick, heavy squirts gushed into her while she wrapped arms and legs around him tightly, clutching him against her while he grunted and growled out his own triumphant climax. A last few rough thrusts had her squealing like a puppy. He was pretty sure she came again, but was too distracted himself to know or care.When he was done, when she was done, Clarissa sagged back against the ground, splayed out like she was passed-out drunk. Wyatt pushed himself up, having collapsed down on top of her at the end there, and grinned a grin she couldn't see with her eyes closed. Somewhere in there her tank top, dirty and stained, had pushed up to reveal one breast heaving and swaying on her chest, so just for fun he took ahold of it and gave her a light squeeze.Still hard he saw no reason to climb off just yet, savoring the feelings of her last quivering around him, and rolled his hips to stir himself in her now even more sloppy pussy. This, right then, was his favorite moment, reveling in his own performance and watching a bitch struggle back to consciousness still
wrapped around his dick. When she opened her reddened eyes her expression was one of exhausted uncertainty."Ohhhh," she groaned, reaching up to push at his shoulder weakly, letting her paw fall back without much effort. "We shouldn't have done that," she whispered, but she made no move to try and get out from underneath him. "I'm not on the pill. We didn't even use a rubber...""Settle down, it's not like you're in heat," he said, voice heavy with exertion. At least, she didn't have the scent of a fertile bitch, but he never was that good with knowing the difference. He pulled his hips back a little, and pushed back in. "Besides, you seem to like it just fine."Clarissa shuddered, closed her eyes, and moaned again. "N-no, really," she breathed. "We shouldn't have. Jake-""I told you, I asked him," Wyatt said, feeling his balls relax and sag back down again. Still hard, he began to pump into her slowly again, the semen he'd drained into her bubbling and dripping out around the fat base of his dick to leak down her taint. Within a few thrusts he'd started back up an easy rhythm, slower than before but rougher soon enough, jamming his cock into her plumbed depths now that he knew she could take it. He wanted her to feel claimed this time, not teased."God d-d-damn..." Her back arched and she clawed at his shoulder, pulling rather than pushing, and thumped one heel into the dirt. "You are such a... Okay, just... A little slower, just... Yeah, oh, yeah, jesus you're big..."He just leered down at her, and kept going. Pretty soon she wasn't talking anymore, and stretched her arms above her head, muzzle in the crook of one elbow, and just let him do what his thing. This time he indulged himself on her breasts, again reminded of why he liked large girls when he hardly had to duck his head at all to suck and nibble on them. He found it was easy as anything to make her cum when he dragged his teeth over her nipples, and he himself got off with his muzzle pushed between the heavy mounds and growling hoarsely into the plush fur, his dick throbbing and pulsing as it unloaded into her fluttering snatch.Afterwards he lay splayed out on top of her, humping her in short, lazy thrusts. This had been a workout even for him, and it took him awhile to catch his breath. Beneath him Clarissa panted, spread out save for one leg hooked over his, whining a little with every breath. "You weren't lying," she said all in one breath, exhaling at the end long and slow, after they'd had awhile to recover. Long enough for him, anyway."Told you," he said, and got up off of her. His cock slid out of her pussy easily but he went slow anyway,
savoring the last few inches of it before it slurped out. "Roll over.""Wy-ah-ah-t-t," she protested in a stuttering voice that was something like an incredulous laugh, leaning her head back in exasperation. "You can't be serious.""Check it out," he said, drawing her attention back to him. He was giving his still stiff and sloppy erection a shake. "You thought I was just talkin' shit before didn't you? I'm a porn star, honey. Now roll over and let me do my thing."She did without further protest, flopping onto her belly before pushing herself awkwardly up onto her paws and knees. He took her from behind, paws on her hips and her tail thumping against his belly, and with a smirk it was probably good she couldn't see. His last orgasm took longer and was a little less intense so he just had fun with it, bringing her to a half-dozen yelping climaxes before mashing her chest-first into the ground and pumping his third load into her now thoroughly wrecked cunt. He made sure it was nice and deep when he was at his hardest too, and when he came it was imagining Jake trying to figure out how his girlfriend was so loose.When he pulled out she rolled back over onto her back, footpaws drawn up and legs splayed like in the position they'd started when he was eating her out - only with a whole lot of cum leaking out of her visibly used pussy, smiling exhaustedly."You're really good at that," she finally said, after she caught her breath. "You're an asshole, but you're really good at that.""Lucky you," he said. "C'mon, let's go get cleaned up, you don't want it to dry in your fur. Makes a mess." He wondered, briefly, if she'd ever even had unprotected sex before. Jake seemed like the type to be uptight about that.They went down to the river to wash up. The water was cold and bracing so they only went in up to their knees, splashing water on themselves up to their crotches, and he cheerfully showed his half-hard dick off to her when she looked. She giggled and splashed water at him, so he splashed her back, but neither of them had the energy for a water fight. With a shake of their fur they laid out on the beach, Wyatt with his arms behind his head, Clarissa on her side watching him.-- Ending One --"Did Jake really know you were going to do that?" she asked."Sure," Wyatt said. "Mostly. We were hanging out the other day and I told him I was going to try, and he said... Uh, I think he said something like good luck."Clarissa barked a short, rueful laugh. "And you think he was serious.""Doesn't matter. He should've known I was, you're the one who said he told you I'd try. Anyway, who cares? I already did it. I'm not gonna worry about it now, and neither should you."Clarissa pursed her lips, hesitated. "Are you going to tell him?""I dunno. Someday, prolly. Are you?"She looked thoughtful for a moment. "...I don't know. Do you think I should?"Wyatt took some time to think about that, looking over at her, then at the sky. He didn't know for certain how Jake was going to react when he learned what his fiancee and best friend were up to when he wasn't around, and Wyatt wasn't in a hurry to find out. Anyway, so far as Wyatt was concerned it was always better to ask for forgiveneess than permission, but he didn't have to ask for either if nobody knew. "I think maybe today should stay just between you and me. For awhile anyway, like, there's no need to get him all worked up right before the wedding.""How very polite of you. You sure it's got nothing to do with potentially ruining your chances of doing it again?" she asked, matter-of-factly.He turned his head to look at her, wanting to see her expression when he answered. He didn't mind being busted. "Alright, you got me. That's mostly why. You really are pretty sharp, you know that?"She was just watching him. "Not smart enough to keep my panties on around you when you say you want to play show and tell."He laughed, reached down, and waggled his soft dick. "You wanna get high again? You can blow me if you want."Clarissa rolled her eyes. "Oh, if I want to, huh?""Or I can eat your pussy some more, whatever. I just thought you might wanna suck some porn star dick."She snorted, but he caught her stealing glances at his crotch. He made sure to keep his shaft held loosely in his paw, right where she could see it. "Looks good, huh," he said, giving it a wiggle."Hmf. My pussy's going to be sore for days because of that thing."Wyatt grinned. "Can I see?"Clarissa glared. "No." She reached over to him and grabbed his half-erection, giving it a squeeze. "I know what happens when you want to see. Just... Shut up." With that she leaned over, and Wyatt sighed as the warm wetness of his best friend's fiancee's muzzle engulfed his cock.Yeah, he'd wait awhile before talking to Jake.