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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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This story is dedicated to my friend and fellow writer, RockyWulf. He is the reason I enjoy breeding so much, so if you enjoy this story, please give him your thanks. He is also a fantastic writer himself and even wrote some of the stories that I enjoyed so much that I began writing myself.

A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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“The test results are pretty conclusive” Their doctor began to explain one chilly winters afternoon, his office was in the corner of the building and overlooked a grassy area which led down to a small pond. Leon barely heard the words his doctor was saying as he stared at the mother swan being followed by her fuzzy little chicks. He already knew what the doctor was telling him, words like “impossible”, “infertile” and even “never be able to have kids.”

Ever since he and Bernice had met years ago, what had started as a simple stop at a cheap coffee shop had turned into a whirlwind romance. It didn’t matter that there was an almost twenty-year age gap between them, she made him feel things he never thought he would or could feel. Most of his friends had just assumed the gorgeous young blue-eyed husky was nothing but a gold digger, but it didn’t take her long to disprove them. Bernice was fierce and strong, she always made it clear that she did not need or want his money, just his time. Time he was more than willing and happy to share with her and soon they built a life together.

Leon wanted to give her everything her heart desired, but now it seemed that God, or whichever cruel deity that was overseeing his life, had decided he could not give her the one thing she wanted most. He could not give her children, was barren, infertile, empty. In his pursuit for wealth and status, Leon had started out at the bottom, working in a nuclear power plant which had a record for poor safety standards. He had worked his tail off to rise up the ranks, learning as much as he could along the way, eventually making enough connections in the industry to convince the banks to loan him the cash to start his own energy company. Years of tough and gruelling work, countless sacrifices along the way, and what did he have to show for it? All the luxury homes, cars and trips around the world meant nothing if he didn’t have a family to share it with. He could buy anything he wanted, but he could not buy kids of his own…

“…it’s a relatively new drug, still in trial. It was designed to help with organ donors to rewrite their DNA so things like kidneys, lungs and other parts would match the recipients DNA and be less likely to be rejected…” Leon heard the doctor say. Apparently, he hadn’t stopped talking while the older German Shepherds mind wandered.

“Wait…say that again?” Leon’s head snapped back to look at the doctor, his ears perked with interest.

“Oh, about the DNA sequencing drug?” The pudgy bulldog asked, then continued when Leon nodded. “I was just saying how unfortunate it is that drug isn’t out on the market yet, not enough investors. It also only works on a temporary basis; they haven’t gotten it to permanently recode the targeted DNA sectors yet. Currently the effects only last about four hours before the hosts DNA reverts, which doesn’t work well for transplanted organs as you might well guess.”

Leon’s mind began to work, just as it always did. He was a shrewd businessman, making deals work and solving problems was how he got to where he was today. After getting a bit more information from his doctor about the company producing this new DNA sequencing drug, he left his doctors office in a far better mood than when he had entered. There would be a lot of planning involved, but if Bernice agreed, she would have her children…their children.

Over the next few months, Leon worked his magic and bought into the pharmaceutical company producing the drug. With the right funding and using some of his connections, he quickly got the drug to the point where it could be tested on humanoids. They had managed to extend the drugs effects to a full seventy-two hours, proving that they were on the right track to solve the organ donation issue. But that timeframe was perfect for what he had in mind.

The other part of his plan was to convince Bernice to go along with it. Normal IVF treatments would not work because he just had nothing for them to use to fertilize her eggs. Leon’s initial plan was to pay for someone else to take the drug, then harvest their seed during the timeframe and use that to impregnate Bernice. As ever, she was more practical and denied that request, saying it was too cold and clinical. If she was going to have someone else take the drug and produce her husband’s sperm, then she wanted it to be their closest friends. She wanted her children to be born from an act of love and sacrifice, not from cold mechanical means.

That did change things quite a bit, he didn’t rightly like the idea of another man sleeping with his wife, least of all his friends. But what she said did make sense, even to a businessman like him. So, they began planning, the drug was almost ready to be used; he had put in a special request to a few of the top people working at his newly acquired company and they had agreed to make a special batch for him and keep it discreet. Now all they needed where the willing subjects to participate.

It was no small task trying to figure out who to pick, they had hundreds of friends, most of who were all very smart and/or good looking. But ultimately that did not matter, the drug would make it so the DNA being supplied by the hosts sperm was her husbands, as it rightly should be. After coming to this realization, their choices became simple. They wanted people they knew and trusted beyond reproach, people that cared for them equally as much. They weren’t simply just friends; they were almost family. When they filtered everyone out under those criteria, they were left with only four names. Thankfully, all but one of them was unmarried or in a relationship currently, which would make it a much easier ask.

Even then, the lone wife involved in the situation was very much like an older sister to Bernice as well, after a long heart to heart private conversation with her, having explained their situation to her friend, she readily accepted. Bernice and Leon were relieved, they had quietly met with each person over the proceeding months and had similar conversations with all of them. They had pleaded their case, given all the facts and information, then left it at that. All of the groundwork was laid out around the end of April and into May of that year. There was no pressure applied; their friends could take as much time as they wanted to in order to think it over. If they agreed to participate, all they had to do was join Leon and Bernice at their lodge in Aspen over the Christmas weekend. It was an open invitation to a “White Christmas” per say, an inside joke Leon was particularly proud of having come up with. He blamed it on the knowledge that he would soon be a dad, so he was already starting to practice the humour required for such a role.

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The months passed by, and things returned to normal, nothing else was said about the request made of their closest friends. Life continued as if nothing had changed, but both Leon and Bernice felt the anxiousness they both felt grow in the pit of their bellies the closer they got to Christmas. What would they do if no one showed up for their special weekend? But even more worrying, what would they do if they did show up and went through with what was asked of them. How would things be afterwards, having partaken in another mans wife. Leon and Bernice were not naive, they knew there were people out there that regularly partook of such activities for nothing more than the pleasure of it. But neither of them considered themselves to be part of that lifestyle, they lived for and loved only each other. If not for their unique circumstances, they never would have entertained this idea in the first place.

This would change their relationships with their friends forever, it already had to a degree. They couldn’t help but feel a slight shift in how their friends interacted with them every time they met, granted it wasn’t anything bad per say, but it was obvious they were weighing things up in their minds. Clearly, they all were thinking the same thing, how would this affect their relationships if they did or didn’t go through with it. Most of them were also businessmen like Leon, so they were undoubtedly calculating the risks of either action. There was no doubt they were all attracted to Bernice either, with her bubbly personality and bright blue eyes. The husky looked every bit the trophy wife, but they all knew she was far more than that. She was smart, funny, but most of all she was fiercely loyal to Leon. If that wasn’t the case, there would have been no other way to get her to even consider sleeping with another man.

Bernice just wanted to give him children of his own, even if that meant having to go along with Leon’s plan. They had chosen the Christmas weekend not only because it was a special holiday to them both, but it also synced up well with her cycle and when she would be most fertile for this to actually work. Plus, it also provided a good cover, it was not unusual for the Prior’s to host small intimate parties over the holidays, only this time it was a much smaller party than usual, but still nothing out of the ordinary.

Leon and Bernice sat on the second story balcony of their lodge, overlooking the snow falling down over the cozy little down below, the flacks burning brightly in different shades of pinks and oranges as they refracted the fading light of dusk. Their lodge was situated on a couple of private acres outside of the town, with one road in and out, so it was easy to spot the headlights of any cars driving up to them. The soft pop and crackle of the outdoors fireplace sang musically while it provided with enough warmth that they didn’t need to bundle up. They were both further fortified by a well-aged brandy, warming their insides while the fire warmed them externally, it was the perfect calming combination. It was still about half an hour before the allotted time their friends were meant to arrive, if they did arrive at all of course. So far, the narrow road leading up to their lodge remained dark and unused.

The plan had been for their friends to send a written acceptance letter, along with any supporting documents verifying their identities to Leon’s newly acquired pharmaceutical company. Once received and verified, the company would send them a single pill in a hermetically sealed and refrigerated container. They were to take the pill at precisely one o’clock in the afternoon so by the time they drove up to the lodge that evening, the effects would have kicked in. There was the possibility of some discomfort in their groins as their bodies adjusted, but that would just indicate the drug was working and making the necessary changes to for them to carry out their duties.

“I bet that is Ashe” Bernice nodded down at the first set of headlights.

“Of course it is, you know how he hates to be late…or last” Leon smiled over at his beautiful wife. Though he appeared calm on the outside, inside his stomach was twisting into knots. Seeing those headlights meant at least one of their friends had agreed and would subsequently sleeping with his wife this weekend. It didn’t help that he and Ashe were as close as two non-blood related men could be, Ashe had also worked himself up from nothing, right alongside Leon. He knew the struggles Leon had gone through all to well, because he had been through those very same struggles himself.

Not far behind Ashe’s headlights, two more sets appeared further back on the road. One of which looked like a gaudy off road vehicle, with added lights and a finely tuned V12 engine. Again, Bernice and Leon just looked at each other and laughed before stating “Sylvester.”

Sylvester was one of Bernice’s oldest friends, having been her protector right the way back from pre-school. He had followed her from job to job, claiming to keep her out of trouble, but the opposite was more accurate. She affectionately called him Stallone or Rocky sometimes, after the famous actor as he also had a slight speech impediment which made him talk like his namesake. He was also an amateur boxer and had the build to match, thankfully he had more brains than brawn and knew he would never make it as a professional, so never even tried. Which was good, he was a pretty rose grey stallion, she would have hated for his handsome face to be disfigured from some musclebound asshole in the ring.

The car in front of Sylvester was no doubt Terry, a buck rabbit and Sylvester’s best friend. Those two idiots were forever racing, and it seemed like Terry was winning. Bernice just hoped they both slowed down so they didn’t crash before reaching the lodge, though she knew arguing with them would be pointless, they never listened to her. Terry was big into his sports, mostly playing soccer, or football as the Americans called it. He was a Welsh Rabbit from Boston and had the strangest accent Leon had ever heard; he sounded like an Australian pretending to be Irish. The first time Leon had met him, he had honestly thought that Terry was just pulling his leg, but the more he got to know the rather charming and very hilarious rabbit, he realized that was just how he spoke. It quickly endeared Terry into Leon’s heart and soon they became fast friends. Leon even sponsored Terry’s amateur football club now and made a concerted effort to attend every game the Welsh rabbit played in.

A fair distance behind Sylvesters roaring V12 was the last set of headlights. This one was a mutual friend of Bernice and Leon’s, they had met the strange looking canine during one of their last vacations overseas. Bernice had been so intrigued by his colourful fur and his large ears; she had never seen anything like him before. He had been seated at their table during a mix and match night where the resort they were at tried to get people to mingle by getting out of their comfort zones. It was through this chance interaction that they had met Steve, a rather large and imposing African Wild Dog, or painted dog as he preferred to be called. Steve did not consider himself wild, if anything he was far too gentle and reserved for such a moniker. After a few drinks the mood changed and everyone relaxed, soon filling the evening with laughter and deep conversations. They had remained in touch even after that fateful vacation, which also allowed Leon to aid Steve in getting his citizenship to the US a year later. Ever since then, they had vacationed and spent many holidays together.

“There she is, our little cream pie!” Terry practically yelled when they all met down in the foyer, as he scooped her up in a tight hug and spun her around.

“Dude, not cool” Sylvester grumbled and punched the rabbit hard on the shoulder.

“What? Oh…oh shit, sorry…wasn’t thinking” the Welsh rabbit went wide eyed and blushed at his slipup, which just made Bernice laugh. It was the first time she had actually seen him genuinely blush, it suited him and made him look even cuter than he naturally was. He obviously hadn’t meant it in that way, but simply because she was mostly white, it was the first cute nickname he had come up with, evidently forgetting the lewd connotations it usually meant. Especially given the entire reason for them all being there that evening.

“Ashe” Leon greeted his friend with a hug while he just smirked and shook his head at Terry, he expected nothing less from the boisterous bunny. Ashe was a tall, black furred German Shepherd. Bernice often joked that if he walked close enough behind her husband, people would mistake Ashe for his shadow. He was also rather serious and down to earth, not that he didn’t know how to let loose or anything, it just took a lot more for him to relax.

They had all met each other before, on multiple occasions and had all become fast friends in turn. There was just a similar sort of energy between them, that despite their upbringings and currently lifestyles, they all harmonized well together. There was no pretending, no macho bullshit where they competed with one another, they all let their masks drop and could truly relax around one another. They all agreed that the best they could describe their odd little collective was that they were family, just not blood related. Even still, there was an odd tension in the air now that everyone had arrived.

There was no plan to just start going at it immediately, Bernice did not want to feel like a sex object for a group of guys. She wanted things to progress naturally, so the plans for their first evening together would just be a nice laid-back dinner, all cooked by Bernice and Leon. Seeing as it was just a small group of them, it did not make sense to get the caterers in. Also, it helped not having a bunch of strangers around while they awkwardly discussed the weekend ahead. With plenty of alcohol on hand, nerves soon began to calm and gradually things began to settle down, allowing everyone present to have a great Christmas eve dinner together, filled with plenty of laughter and even a little off-key singing of classic Christmas carols.

Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, Bernice found she couldn’t sleep. Her mind refused to quiet as dozens of different thoughts flooded in unbidden. She looked over at Leon, his face partially illuminated by the gentle touch of the full moon up high. He looked peaceful and in a very deep sleep, though she suspected that was mostly to do with all the alcohol he had drunk. She knew he must be nervous, knowing what was going to happen this weekend, so he had been a bit heavy handed. Bernice didn’t blame him though, she felt exactly the same way, which was why she could not sleep. Knowing that the whole point of this weekend was for her to get pregnant, she didn’t want to overdo it with the drink and accidently cause any unwanted risks, which meant her nerves were unable to be dulled by booze.

Bernice slipped out of bed and put on her white satin robe before heading down to the kitchen to warm herself some milk, perhaps that would help her find sleep. As she passed by the guest rooms, she could hear the snoring of their varying occupants, all except for Sylvester. His door was ajar, which made Bernice frown in confusion.

“Can’t sleep either, Rocky?” she asked when she found him downstairs in the kitchen as well, already with a pot of milk on the boil.

“Yeah I…well…you know” he turned around and caught himself when he spotted her, his gaze quickly shifting away as an evident blush touched his cheeks. “This is…” he began to say, but was cut off by Bernice agreeing with him.

“This is weird, right?” the smaller husky agreed while fetching a mug for herself to join him, setting it beside his on the counter while they waited for the milk to get to a suitable temperature.

“Yeah, like…we’ve known each other for ever, you’re like my sister, y’know?” He mumbled while staring down into the pot of milk, before adding a cinnamon stick to it. “What you’re asking is a lot, but I’d do anything for you Berny, you know that, right?” the soft-spoken horse continued.

“I do and it’s honestly why I love you so much, you big dope” She said with a smile and leaning against him to hug his closest arm. “It was also why you were my first pick; I want my kids to be born from love and affection, not some clinical procedure.”

“Yeah, I remember you saying that when we first spoke about all this” he nodded along with her words. “I do love you too, you know. I couldn’t love you more than if you were my own wife” his words carried so much more weight than he was letting on, the way he briefly looked at her, she swore she caught a hint of regret in that glance, something unspoken that he had buried a long time ago and made his peace with, or at least tried to.

“I love him, with every fibre of my being” Bernice stated, as if answering his unasked question directly. “I don’t know how of if this will change that, and it scares me…” she admitted finally. It had been plaguing her since day one of this whole thing, the biggest what if of her life.

“It won’t, nothing will change” Sylvester turned the stove off to let the milk finish off before turning to face her. He gently cupped Bernice’s cheeks in his rough, strong hands and forced her to look up at him. “That man upstairs loves you, possibly even more than you love him. I have absolutely no doubt about that. You two idiots are perfect for each other, nothing can ever change that, no matter what” he said with such conviction that it was hard to ignore.

Before she knew what was happening, their lips had met and they were kissing, for the first time ever. It was a tender kiss between lovers, something she had never thought would ever occur between her and her lifelong friend. She had thought kissing Sylvester would have felt more like kissing her brother, strange and unnatural, but it was anything but. It was soft and tender, full of all the love and affection they had for one another, it felt almost right in a way. Not the same as when she kissed Leon, but pretty damn close to it. When their lips parted and they stared back at one another, the strange awkwardness which had been present only a moment ago had suddenly evaporated.

It was like she was seeing him in a new light, the way the moonlight danced across the glossy coat of his muscled chest. She hadn’t even registered he was only wearing boxers when she entered, those thoughts just never occurred to her before as she never looked at him that way. But suddenly, Bernice found herself standing almost naked before an equally almost as naked handsome stallion. She didn’t know why, but it felt right to do it, her hands reached down to untie the sash about her waste and let her robe fall open, revealing her bare form beneath to him. Sylvesters eyes glanced down, and a small smile played about his lips when he saw she was wearing nothing beneath her robe. Instead of going straight for the goods, he simply slipped his hands beneath her robe and brushed along her lower back while pulling her into another kiss.

Bernice could feel she was having an affect on him though, his boxers did a very poor job of hiding his growing arousal. This time when their lips met, there was more of a growing need in their kiss. Something neither of them had been aware of or dared to admit all these years, but now they finally had the chance to let it out. Their hands began to explore one another, touching and caressing every inch of the other as their kisses turned into many, soon being sprinkled with needy huffs and groans.

The handsome horse slipped his hands down and palmed at Bernice’s plush behind, with a firm grip he lifted her up onto the counter, while he got down to his knees before her. She lovingly stroked her fingers through his fringe, keeping his hair out of his gorgeous green eyes while he nipped and nibbled along her inner thighs. She willingly let him proceed, even parting her thighs wider for him and letting the stallion get his first real look at her. Rocky only paused for a moment to admire his friends snug little pink slit, before he viciously attacked it with his lips and tongue. Bernice had to clasp her hands over her muzzle as her oldest friend went down on her in the middle of their kitchen, her thighs parted and hips squirming while the horse feasted on her surprisingly needy little quim. From everything she had thought and imagined about this weekend, she had never expected this to happen, but she was glad it did. Not only did it feel good, but it was with Sylvester. Out of everyone present that weekend, he was the best possible candidate to break the ice, so to speak.

The married husky slumped back and lay down on the black granite countertop, unable to stop herself from groaning and gripping at Sylvesters hair. Considering how good he was at this; she could not understand why he was still single. Or perhaps she did know why, but just did not want to accept or acknowledge the real answer. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the nice thick tongue spearing into her, the way he manipulated and flexed it inside her soon had her toes flexing and curling every couple of seconds. She loved Leon for sure, but even she had to admit he wasn’t as good at Sylvester at this. “F…fuck…” Bernice huffed, just before a climax tore through her. She swore she saw stars behind her eyelids she screwed them shut so tightly; she also hoped by some miracle she had managed to be quiet through her climax, but it was hard to tell with how loudly her heart was pounding in her ears just then. Though when she finally opened her eyes, she was met by a grinning Sylvester staring down at her.

“Told you I was good” the horse replied back smugly, his chin showing it was rather obviously glazed thanks to the moonlight illuminating the obvious dampness.

“Do you want to fuck me, or not? Keep talking and see how fast my thighs close, big fella” Bernice teased right back at him, raising herself up onto her elbow to look back at the horse. “Show me…” she said after a moment, nodding down at his boxers. She had always been curious about Sylvester, seeing as he was a horse and all. She knew the rumours about equines and usually she wasn’t that bothered about size, Leon was plenty for her, but there was just something special about Sylvester.

With a cocky grin, the horse gripped the waistband of his tented boxers and pushed down, letting them fall to the floor. Granted he wasn’t as big as the rumours she had heard from other women about equines, but he was still a good nine inches at least and still growing, while also being decently thick around. With a few casual pumps of his hand along his length, Sylvester reached his decent eleven and a half inches of fullness, easily the largest member Bernice had ever seen. She didn’t consider herself a size queen, but part of her wanted to feel that inside herself, luckily, she was about to. With a brief look up at Sylvester and meeting his gaze, she gave a nod and let him proceed.

The horse stood between the husky’s parted thighs; his length gripped in his right hand as he teasingly brushed his flared tip against her little pink slit, while his left hand held her right leg up and out to the side. It didn’t take long for Sylvester to find the mark and soon he was pushing into her, being as slow as he could to let her adjust to him, which she was thankful for. Every other inch or two, Bernice began to pant heavier, once past the half mark she almost sounded like she was going to hyperventilate at one point. It was the most intense feeling of her life being filled with that much cock at once, even her fingers playing with her clit weren’t helping much. Sylvester was just too damn big to take very easily, but not in a bad way. His cock was touching places inside her she never knew existed and by the time he hit her cervix, Bernice was almost convinced she would remain cross-eyed after tonight.

Thankfully he started off slow, knowing he couldn’t go balls deep in his life-long friend, he stopped just short of hitting her cervix every time he bucked into her wonderfully tight, hot cunt. Her other hand made a return to her muzzle as she stifled her growing moans and whines, while down below her right hand rubbed and toyed with her clit furiously. It didn’t take long before she lost count of how many times Sylvester made her climax, every thrust in and pull out lit up her nerve endings like the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree. Then, it happened, Sylvester leaned down over her, their eyes met and she felt the first hot splash of his seed deep inside her. Neither of them needed to speak in the moment, sharing such an intimate act that spoke untold volumes to their shared love for one another. It was almost the perfect romantic moment, exactly how she had envisioned their child being conceived.

At least until Sylvester filled her to overflowing and soon Bernice felt the warmth of his cum trickle down between her buttocks to pool at the underside of her fluffy tail. Suddenly, Terry’s earlier words sprung to mind and she couldn’t stop herself from giggling and muttering “cream pie” out aloud. It took a moment for the horse to register what she had said, but when he connected the dots, he too began to laugh.

After gently extracting himself and grabbing some paper towel for Bernice to clean off his excess, Sylvester looked over at the now cold milk in the pot. “So much for the warm milk…” he noted with a sombre smile.

“Don’t worry about it, I think I’ll be able to fall asleep just fine…”Bernice smiled back at him as she tossed the soiled paper towels in the hidden trash can beside the sink. The smaller husky stepped over and leaned up to wrap her arms about Sylvesters neck, where she pulled him down into another tender kiss. “Thank you” she said, while smiling brightly.

“You go on up to bed, I’ll clean this up…I think you did enough cleaning already” Rocky teased with a firm swat to her behind.

“Agreed, only fair you get to clean up some milk too” the husky teased with a laugh as she practically skipped back upstairs.

When she arrived at her doorway, Bernice paused and stared in at her husbands sleeping form. It felt strange coming back to their bedroom after she had just slept with another man, but not in the bad way she had thought it would feel when she initially went downstairs. Now it just felt like she had accomplished something, she had taken that first major step to give her husband the greatest gift she could ever give him. She didn’t feel any shame or regret how she had expected, if anything, somehow, she felt she actually loved both Sylvester and Leon even more now from this experience.

Bernice walked slowly into their bedroom and stood at the foot of their bed, just smiling at her handsome husbands sleeping face. As she watched him sleep, Leon huffed in a rather telling manner and mumbled her name, before he rolled onto his back, revealing a rather obvious bulge beneath the covers. The husky grinned wide at the sight before her, for some reason she was still feeling rather worked up, what better way to finish off the night than making love to her husband? If anything, that would just make it feel even more like he was the reason for her getting pregnant, if she even did.

The cheeky husky carefully peeled the covers back before gently working her husband’s boxers down enough to reveal his stiffness. She was tempted to suck on him for a little bit before, but she didn’t want to risk waking him too early. Instead, she crawled up into his lap and guided his length up into her well fucked cunt. She couldn’t help but whimper as he entered her, while not as big as Sylvester, he was still plenty big enough to touch some of the nerves the handsome horse had nearly rubbed raw with his thick dick. Bernice leaned forward and placed her hands either side of her husband’s head while she leaned in to kiss him softly, all while she began to work her hips and start riding his hard cock slowly.

She could feel Leon groaning into the kisses as she rode him slowly, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he saw her staring back at him. “What’re you doing?” he asked with a sleepy grin, his hands reaching up and wrapping about her slender waist.

“Making use of my husbands hard cock, of course” she replied simply and between dotted kisses to his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be saving that for the others?” he asked with a groan, half-jokingly.

“I am going to make use of every dick in this house this weekend” She replied back with a playful growl. “That includes yours mister.”

“God, have I told you how much I love you?” Leon panted up at her, his hands now finding the spots in her long hair, just behind her pointed ears as he pulled her down into a loving kiss.

“Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it” Bernice answered back.

“If I could hold infinity in the palm of my hand to give to you, it still wouldn’t be enough to show you how much” Leon struggled to say, mostly because he was busy climaxing and adding his own mess deep inside her. But that didn’t matter to her in the slightest, she knew he meant each and every word he said, because she felt exactly the same way.

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The next morning, Christmas morning, Bernice awoke unusually early and felt surprisingly energetic. There were no real plans for the day as it was meant to be the official start of ‘the weekend’ as they were all calling it. Everyone would be waking up in their own time and later on in the morning they would have brunch together, other than that, they were all free to do as they pleased. But with her excess energy starting to boil over, Bernice decided to head down to their personal gym in the basement of their lodge and have a quick run on the treadmill, followed by a nice lazy steam in their sauna. After changing into her workout outfit as quickly and as quietly as she could, Bernice left her bedroom after kissing Leon on the cheek and headed downstairs.

When she entered the basement however, she found the lights were already on and the gym was already occupied. Inside she found Ashe on one of the two treadmills, apparently, he had the same idea as she did. The tall, handsome ebony furred German Shepherd was going at a brisk jog while watching a forest track being projected from the overhead projector on the ceiling behind him, creating the illusion on the white wall before him that he was running through a forest. It admittedly was one of Bernice’s favourite tracks as well. Ashe knew she was there as his ears had flicked at whatever small sound she had made, he briefly glanced over his shoulder and smiled at her too, so she would know she wouldn’t be disturbing his morning jog.

Bernice stood motionless for a moment and just admired his form, if not for his colouring, Ashe could have been Leon’s identical twin. They just looked so much alike, though Ashe was a bit more reserved and serious than Leon. But, he was the dependable sort and always had Leon’s back when he needed it. A lot of Leon’s deal would have fallen through in those early days without his support, so in a way, she sort of owed him a lot for the life she now lived. It felt right that he be the second person she found this weekend, and thankfully, after her night with Sylvester, she harboured no resentment or reluctance to continue on with their plan.

Bernice climbed onto the unoccupied treadmill and started up her jogging sequence, letting the machine sync up to its partner so they would both be jogging along the same spot on the track. Perhaps it was the thrill of the run, but also partially tinged with the expectations of this weekend’s plans, but she couldn’t help but notice that Ashe kept stealing glances at her. They weren’t just glances though, she could see he was appreciating her body and her form, which brought a warmth to her cheeks and ears. He had always seemed so stern and unapproachable before, a mystery to her. But right now, he just reminded her so much of her husband, in a way it was rather comforting. Before she knew it, Bernice reached her five miles and her machine beeped to let her know as such, which let her press a button to slow the machine down and enter the cooldown phase. Ashe did the same and soon they went from a jog to a brisk walk and then just a slow trudge, until their machines finally came to a stop and left them standing side by side.

“Care to join me in the sauna?” Bernice asked, feeling oddly playful and unable to hide her grin, even her curled fluffy tail was wagging behind her when she said it.

“I would love to” Ashe replied, his eyes briefly looking down at her wagging tail before meeting her gaze again. Bernice led the way to the back of the gym where they had installed a fancy Swedish styled sauna, with a few taps on the touchscreen outside, the room within began to operate and get to temperature in short order. All pretences were dropped at the door, both Bernice and Ashe knew what this was really about, so neither of them felt embarrassed or shy about stripping out of their soaked gym clothes. Both stood staring and admiring each other outside for a long moment, until the touchpad dinged to let them know the sauna was ready.

Ashe held the door open for Bernice to enter, perhaps the last gentlemanly thing he would do that morning. As soon as they entered the sauna and the door closed behind them, Bernice and Ashe found themselves entwined in each other’s arms. Their tongues danced against one another, while their hands touched and explored. His fingers were firm and precise when he found her womanhood, seeming to know exactly where to touch her to get the best reactions. Likewise, her hands had no trouble in finding his thick sheath and quickly getting him to stiffness. Unlike the previous night, this time it was Bernice who dropped to her knees and took Ashe into her mouth.

As her lips began working up and down his shaft, she stared up into his cool, grey eyes. She had expected them to seem cold and emotionless, but there was a strange look of affection there, maybe a touch of lust too. But it was a look that was both comforting and exciting, especially when paired with the gentle running of his fingers through her hair and back behind an ear. It was very similar to what Leon did whenever she did this to him, but not quite. Somehow that made this easier, like she was making love to a different version of her husband, not just another man. He didn’t seem in a rush either, Ashe was perfectly content to let her do as she pleased with him. Once she had her fill of tasting him, Bernice finished with one last lick from the underside of his knot to his tip, before she rose back up to her feet.

Normally this would be where she told Leon how much she loved him, told him to claim her because she was his and no one else’s. But right now, that was anything but the case, thankfully Ashe seemed to understand this and raised a finger to her lips when she tried to speak. The dark furred handsome dog just smiled and nodded in understanding, even if she did not want to continue, he would happily stop right then and there with no argument. That just solidified her thoughts and Bernice found she wanted him now more than ever. The husky turned about and climbed onto the padded bench behind her, her knees on the soft luxurious padding, with her hands on the backrest cushion meant for her head. She was now in the perfect position and height for Ashe, who quickly got the idea and moved in behind her.

Ashe gripped Bernice’s curled and fluffy tail in one hand and lifted it up out the way, while she reached back with a hand of her own to lightly grasp and tug one buttock aside to expose herself to him. The tall, dark furred canine smiled at the sight before him, reaching out with his other hand to gently rub his thumb just beneath her tail at the tiny pink opening there, which made Bernice gasp in surprise. “Not there…at least not this time…” she huffed in response back at Ashe. Ashe raised a brow as he looked down at her in surprise, a sly grin touching his lips, that was not the response he was expecting apparently. But he accepted it none the less and quickly lined his spit slicked dick up with the real target, his tapered tip was teased between her pouting folds a little, until she pressed back against him with growing need.

“Rrf, fuck yes…” Bernice groaned when Ashe finally mounted her, his length was a little shorter than Leon, but he was a decent bit wider. Her body had had enough time to recover after Sylvester, so this cock felt amazing inside her workout energized and needy cunt. Ashe maintained his grip on her tail however, and for good reason too she quickly found out. His thrusts started slow and methodical at first, but he quickly built up the speed and force behind them. He was far more firm and maybe even a little bit more rough compared to Leon, it was different from the gentle lovemaking she was used to, but in a very good way. Especially when his other hand gripped into her hair and tugged back firmly, almost lifting her head up. She could see Ashe, upside down with how he had her bent before him, the look on his face was intense, almost scary. But something about it excited her, he was so goddamn intense and focused. She imagined this must be how women felt when they were dominated, something else she had never had experience with before, but now realized she might actually enjoy it, with the right person of course.

There was no speaking between them, just the firm rhythmic clapping of Ashe’s hips against her plush backside while he fucked his best friend’s wife. Bernice briefly wondered if he fucked all his girlfriends like this or was it just because of who she was to him. Not that it mattered, she was enjoying the firm and almost rough fucking all the same. “Reach down and touch yourself” Ashe commanded finally, in a much deeper voice than he usually spoke with. A voice which sent an exciting thrill through the young husky. She did as told, one of her hands reached down beneath herself and between her thighs, her fingers finding her engorged clit and quickly began rubbing and circling it with her slick fingertips. She had never been so turned on before, but Ashe was just doing something to her she couldn’t explain. He let her touch and play with herself without saying a word, but for some reason she felt like she wasn’t allowed to climax until he said so. Even when she felt herself beginning to crest that peak, she held back, though she knew he would feel how close she was with how her body was clenching and gripping so much around him while he fucked her.

God, she needed to cum so badly, but he wasn’t giving her the command. Should she wait for him to tell her, would he even tell her? Bernice was starting to go mad with her growing need to climax that she started to pant and whine with the raging fire inside her, the heat of which dwarfed the oppressive external heat from the sauna. “Cum for me” he finally ordered. It was as if someone had set off fireworks in her brain, Bernice’s maw opened wide as she uttered the sluttiest moan of her entire life while her body shook with a new level of unlocked pleasure she had never experienced before. Thankfully they were in the sauna in the basement, otherwise she had no doubt Leon would have heard her on the top floor even. “Good girl, ready for your reward now?” Ashe leaned down to grin at her, his hips slowing as he worked only half his thickness in and out of her while waiting for his answer.

All Bernice could do was nod, she was panting and gasping too much to be able to speak just then. But thankfully it was enough for Ashe, who stood back up behind her. He released her hair and let Bernice collapse down onto the backrest before her, that hand now pressed between her shoulders to pin her in place. The grip on her fluffy tail shifted a little, moving lower down to so he could firmly grab it by the base, and sneak his thumb down into her pucker for good measure. Just as he did that, his thrusting picked up the pace again, until Ashe was pounding into her harder than ever before. He was in the home stretch and fully intended on knotting her, which Bernice was all for as she began to grind back against him encouragingly when she felt it battering against her opening. With a satisfying stretch and pop, Ashe forced his knot into the husky bitch, his thrusts halting immediately and for a brief second, he just hunched over her back until his climax hit. Both Bernice and the handsome dark dog groaned out loud as his hot seed spilled deep inside her, adding another load into the mix. After a few moments of firm grinding of his hips against her behind, Ashe gently maneuverer them around so Bernice could sit in his lap while they waited for his knot to go down.

“So…you’re a butt guy, huh?” She eventually asked after a moment and having managed to catch her breath again. Her head was resting back against Ashe’s shoulder while she looked up at him at an odd angle.

“Can you blame me? You have a really nice ass” he weakly defended himself and laughed while doing so.

“No, I really can’t fault you for my having a nice fuckable behind” she continued to tease. “But that won’t get me pregnant.”

“Really? But I thought that’s where lawyers came from?” Ashe shot right back, without skipping a beat.

“Fuck me, are all of you guys going to be making dad jokes this weekend, just because you’re trying to knock me up?” she groaned and shook her head at the usually serious dog, unable to stop herself from smiling.

By the time Ashe’s knot had deflated enough for Bernice to slip out of his lap and return to her bedroom for a shower, Leon had already gotten up and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. She heard him banging and clattering around down there as he started getting their brunch prepared. She really hoped he made his famous chocolate chip pancakes, after the workout she had had this morning, she was in the mood for something decadent.

The shower was nice and relaxing, she hadn’t realized it at the time, but her brief interlude with Ashe in the sauna had been a surprisingly good workout. She felt tense and sore like she had done a full routine at the gym with her personal trainer. The thought oddly made her blush and she had to admit to herself, if there was anyone here she ever would cheat on Leon with, it would be Ashe. But only because he looked and reminded her so much of Leon. But now that she knew what he was like in bed too, she knew her instincts about him were right. Then again, if she could convince Leon to be that dominating and rough with her…

When Bernice arrived down in the kitchen, she was excited to see a fresh stack of chocolate chip pancakes already made and waiting on a plate. She eagerly snatched on up before hopping up to sit on the counter beside Leon, who was currently whistling in time to whatever music he was listening to on his earbuds. She leaned over and gently grabbed him by the chin to turn his muzzle so she could steal a kiss.

“Oh, hello beautiful. Good workout this morning?” he asked while flipping some delicious smelling bacon in a pan.

“Oh yes” She replied with a guilty smile and a deep scarlet blush.

There was an awkward silence for a moment as the gears in Leon’s head turned and worked something out. Whatever he was working through must have finally clicked in his head as his lips instantly began to curl into the biggest and most genuine smile she had seen him wear, the last time he had had a smile like that was when she said yes to his marriage proposal. “I’m going to be a dad…” he mumbled, not out of shame or remorse, but he sounded genuinely giddy and excited.

“Yes, you are” Bernice replied and leaned down to kiss him deeply again, this time letting it linger for a lot longer. She couldn’t help but laugh at the silly little dance he did while he finished up the cooking. She didn’t have the heart to tell him it was too early to tell, but she hadn’t seen him this happy in ages. Plus, there was still a day and a half to go and there were still two more willing participants. If it meant taking them one after the other in a never-ending line for her to get pregnant, that was exactly what she was going to do to make the big goofball dancing in her kitchen a father.

Brunch was filled with laughter and merriment, lots of good food and even a couple mimosas for good measure. Even though they had said not to bring gifts, of course everyone ignored the request and brought gifts anyway. Just now the gifts Leon and Bernice would have expected from four men, when they opened the packages, they contained everything from baby clothes to diapers and binkies. It was a surprisingly touching moment, all things considered.

After brunch was concluded, Leon offered all the guys a round of golf at the country clubs estate. Ashe was the first to eagerly agree, mostly because he had a wager he wanted to have with Leon. Sylvester just felt like the exercise and tagged along, dragging Terry along for the ride, despite the rabbit’s protests. That just left Bernice and Steve alone, which seemed to make the painted dog a little nervous for some reason. After the others had left for their afternoon of golf, Bernice turned to the multi-coloured dog and stared hard at him. “I’m not going to jump your bones, you know” she smiled and reached out to pat his knee reassuringly. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do this weekend, just relax and enjoy yourself.”

“It’s not that, don’t get me wrong” he replied, his eyes downcast as he stared into his clasped hands in his lap.

“Well then, what is it?” Bernice asked with genuine concern, now reaching out to take one of his hands in her own and gently rub her fingers along the back of it.

“You both have done so much for me, to give me the life I now enjoy” he started, finally raising his gaze to meet her own. “What if I’m not successful, what if I can’t give you what you want…what you deserve?” he asked.

“Oh, you dear man!” Bernice almost squealed and moved over to sit beside him, cuddling right up against his side. “You don’t need to worry about that!” she reassured him. “That’s why we approached you four, to give us the best possible chance. Think of it like an execution, only one rifle needs to be loaded to get the job done” she continued, perhaps not with the best metaphor, but it was probably the most apt in this scenario. “So, we just got more loaded rifles is all…”

That seemed to do the trick as the painted dog began to laugh and nod in understanding, finally feeling the pressure being lifted from his shoulders. She hadn’t noticed it before, but now that she was sitting so close to him, she caught a strange enticing scent from him. It didn’t smell like any off the shelf cologne, and she knew he wasn’t well off enough to have anything custom made, so it must have been his natural scent. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious, and she couldn’t help but lean in close to get a better sniff. When she realized what she was doing, Bernice sat upright and muttered an apology while blushing brightly.

Steve didn’t seem to hear her though, he just stared back at her with a strange look in his eyes. Slowly he reached out and brushed his hand against her cheek, only to gently guide her forward until their lips met. Even his lips and tongue tasted sweet, it was strangely comforting and familiar, enticing her to continue. When her hand brushed down over his toned chest and belly, she felt a firm bulge further down below. It was obviously what she thought it was as he gave a little grunt into their kiss when she gave it a gentle squeeze. Her hand continued to grope and caress the wild dogs bulge as they made out on the couch, slowly shifting until he was laying back with her atop him and her hand now down inside his shorts.

She couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again, making out with a strange boy on a sofa in her parents living room. Her hand down their pants as they groped and basically mauled her tits with the skill of a drunk gorilla. Only this time, the wild dog was infinitely more skilled than a drunk gorilla and had her squirming and huffing in no time flat as he toyed with her erect nipples through her top. “Fuck it” Bernice growled, breaking the kiss so she could remove her shirt…and her shorts soon after. “You too, mister!” she growled playfully, just as she yanked Steve’s shorts down and off soon after. The eager husky dived back into the kiss, their naked bodies rubbing and pressing against each other. With his shorts now out the way, she was able to stroke and play with his sheath until she felt the familiar slick, hard warmth of his cock beginning to emerge. With her shirt removed, Steve got to show off his true skill as he pinched, tweaked and teased her nipples to the point he had her panting. He hadn’t even strayed a singer finger below her belly button, but Bernice could already feel how goddamn wet she was.

“Lay back for me, haven’t done this in a while…” she ordered the painted dog, who eagerly complied. Soon she had turned about and swung a leg over his head while she faced his feet, letting him stare straight up at her bare pussy above him. Steve didn’t need to be told what to do here, he knew exactly what she wanted, and he was only too happy to give it to her. With his hands brushing and rubbing along her hips and thighs, his head leaned up to take a swipe with his broad soft tongue, right across her exposed and vulnerable little pink slit. Bernice’s response was to simply drop down over him, supporting her weight with one hand, while the other gripped over his knot to steady his cock for her muzzle to sink down over.

Despite both their obvious arousal, both husky and painted dog almost lazily lavished attention on one another. While Bernice’s muzzle slowly bobbed up and down while she sucked Steve’s cock, he lightly groped and even spanked her behind while feasting on her pussy. He knew she liked the spanks as her tail stopped wagging when he stopped doing it. Bernice was really getting into her sucking too, the tongue between her thighs in conjunction with the spankings were a nice steady buildup, until he did something she wasn’t expecting. His aim raised and suddenly her was licking and kissing under her tail, sending different kinds of pleasured jolts through her. It took far longer than it should have for her brain to register what he was doing, but when it did, she pulled her lips from his cock and turned back to look at him. “You don’t need to do that…” she panted hotly.

“Don’t you like it?” the colourful mutt asked, his large ears perking almost comically.

“I do, but you don’t need to…” she continued on, but the wild dog just smiled and turned back, resuming his licking and kissing of her sensitive little tailhole. It wasn’t something she did very often, mostly because Leon wasn’t into it, but it was something she had resigned herself to never getting to enjoy again. But it was worth the sacrifice if it meant spending the rest of her life with the man she loved. But now, here she was with someone else that was both willing and eager to give it to her. He seemed to really enjoy it too; his strong hands gripped her plush buttocks as he held her spread so lewdly while he made out with her behind. Bernice was soon battling to breath and suck his dick at the same time he was making her pant so much, that she eventually had to sit upright atop him. That just pressed her behind down more against his tongue, a fact he made full use of too. Suddenly fingers appeared between her thighs and began strumming her clit in time to the tongue under her tail, but they weren’t her own. Her hands were both at her breasts as she pinched and toyed with her nipples. Steve had managed to find her clit and was now abusing it in time to his tonguing of her rear. With all the different sourced of pleasure, it didn’t take long before Bernice was brought to a howling climax and began to buck and grind down on the painted dog’s snout.

“That stays between us…” Bernice panted, as she turned around and grinned at the wild dog conspiratorially. She was now pressing her behind back against his length and letting him grind between her plush buttocks as she spoke.

“Of course, my big booty queen” Boy, he laid it on thick. But that damned charming grin of his had her smiling and laughing again, also blushing. His tongue work under her tail left her sensitive little star tingling, back in the days before she got married, now would be the time she would have let her boyfriend at the time claim her rear. But that wasn’t what she was here for now, so instead, Bernice reached beneath herself and grasped his length, guiding him to where he needed to be. With a satisfied groan, she sank down slowly onto him. Again, he felt similar but different to both Leon and Ashe. This cock had a nice, tapered tip, but was thicker in the middle and led down to a bigger knot than either of the others.

Bernice sat atop Steve as she rode him slowly, just barely bouncing a couple of inches at a time, really enjoying the way the unique shape of him filled and stretched her every time she did. All the while his hands brushed and stroked along her thighs, tummy and even up to her breasts. It was an oddly erotic feeling, almost as if he were painting a picture in her fur while they made love, which somehow seemed fitting given how strange and beautiful his coloured coat was. When she leaned down to begin kissing him again, his hands just shifted around and began drawing intricate patterns along her back. Their combined whimpers and groans of pleasure were muffled by the continual kisses, their bodies moved slowly but deliberately together in a sort of esoteric dance of unbridled passion. Even when her climax hit, it was not the loud explosion Sylvester had gotten from her, or the shuddering intense wave like with Ashe. This felt like a never-ending flow of pure bliss touching every corner of her being, gentle but powerful. It was also rather subtle, so subtle that she hadn’t even noticed she was now stuck on Steve’s knot. It was only when she sat up again and tried to lift herself up in order to begin riding him that she fount she was stuck in place.

“Bang?” Steve asked with one eye closed and a deep groan spilling from his lips, just as she felt the first hot splashes of his gift inside her. It took a moment for Bernice to catch his joke, but when she did, she couldn’t help but laugh and lay back down atop the painted dog to resume the kissing instead. Even after his climax subsided, she couldn’t help but noticed that he was still hard and rather engorged inside her. When she looked over at the clock on the wall, Bernice noticed there was still plenty of time before the others would return from their round of golf.

“Got another one in the chamber?” She asked with a grin and a subtle wiggle of her hips down against him.

“For you, I have an entire armoury” Steve replied with a grin, even throwing in some rather comical finger guns at her for good measure.

“Good, because it doesn’t look like I’ll be going anywhere anytime soon, so we may as well get in some target practice” the husky shot back with a toothy grin, which had them both chuckling soon after.

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When the others finally returned from their game of golf, it had barely been half an hour since Steve and Bernice had managed to get unstick finally. The wild dog had put her through her paces and lived up to his joke, somehow managing almost half a dozen “shots” at his target. By the end of their lovemaking session, she swore she was leaking more then than she had after her run in with Sylvester.

They had all unanimously decided against a big traditional turkey dinner for Christmas, fearing that it would be detrimental to their timeframe. They did not want to miss out on a potential moment of the entire reason they were there, it just wouldn’t do if everyone involved was in a food coma. While everyone sat upstairs on the balcony enjoying a sundowner while watching the sun set over Aspen, Bernice went downstairs to pay for the pizzas.

She was met at the door by a cute, short golden furred Eurasian Lynx, dressed in a Pizza Hut uniform and whose name badge indicated her name was Maddie. “Thanks for bringing these all the way out here, Maddie” Bernice smiled at the young woman, who seemed to be checking her out. She was used to guys looking at her that way, but it was the first time she had seen another woman so openly eye-fuck her.

“Got any plans for Christmas? That’s way too many pizzas for a gorgeous woman like you to be eating alone” the sassy short feline commented with a lecherous wink.

“Oh, I’m having a white Christmas” Bernice grinned with a wink. “The pizzas aren’t the only sausage I’m getting stuffed with tonight” the husky noted with raised brows as she handed over far more money than was really required.

“Pity, but thanks for the tip…enjoy yours later too!” Maddie called back as she jogged back to her beat-up old mustard yellow Volkswagen Rabbit and sped away.

“What a strange girl” Bernice chuckled to herself as she closed the front door. She made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab some plates to take upstairs to the boys so they could begin eating dinner and then settle in for the night.

Despite it just being pizza, their dinner that night was rather enjoyable. Bernice couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so relaxed and at peace. In fact, everyone seemed to be feeling the same way, everyone except Terry, who keep sneaking glances at her. She couldn’t help but grin as she knew the reason why, so far, he was the only one she hadn’t slept with yet. Though she doubted he knew how many if any of the others she had been with so far either. But knowing him, he would catch her at the most interesting of times, probably not even because of any planning on his part. He just sort of had an innate ability to be in the wrong places at the right time, or the right place at the wrong time. It was one of life’s greatest comedies. He could have gone pro in soccer when he was younger, twice in fact. If not for the first time he was a day late to the correct stadium to try out, then the second time he went to the wrong stadium on the right day. Even his parents were baffled by that one as they had seen him get on the bus, but through some twist of fate, it had been a bus to another city which had been parked in front of the actual one he was meant to board.

Sure enough, the boys retired back downstairs to the living room to catch the end of some or other sports game, with a fresh round of drinks. Bernice wasn’t that interested and had decided to clean up, leaving them to relax. She was busy shuffling the remaining pizza into one box when she heard someone cough behind her and an almost shy “Uh Berny, care to open your last Christmas gift?” When she turned around, she was met by the sight of a naked Terry. The rabbit was standing completely in the nude, save for a box over his crotch. Almost immediately she burst out laughing and had to sit down.

“Sorry love, I wanted to get you a bigger model, but this was all they had left. It only comes in pink as well; I hope you don’t mind?” Terry said with a cheeky grin while stepping closer to her and wiggling the box at her suggestively. She had to give it to him, he had done a superb job of wrapping his gift, even with a pretty white bow on top. The husky grinned as she grabbed both sides of the decorative ribbon and pulled to undo it, then letting the length of white flutter to the floor so she could lift the lid of the small box.

“Oh, it’s perfect, just my size!” she explained as she stared down at Terry’s admittedly impressive pink pecker in the box.

“Care to try it on then, love?” The Welsh rabbit asked suggestively with his signature eyebrow wiggle. God, he was dangerous, and she loved him for it. She had no doubt that if she hadn’t fallen so deeply and madly in love with Leon, this idiot could’ve easily gotten into her pants with his incorrigible sense of humour. It was true what they said about a sense of humour, it would get a woman to do anything.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” Bernice almost purred, but more likely growled, seductively up at him. She still had her hand in the box and caressing his length as she spoke to him, weirdly it didn’t even feel absurd to be jacking her naked friend off in a box in the room where they had just eaten dinner.

“Well, I guess a spin under your tail is out the question, so how about I just fold you in half and show you what a rabbit’s hips are good fer?” the cheeky shit asked. That actually got a shocked gasp from Bernice, maybe it was true that most men harboured a secret desire to do women up their butt. So far only Sylvester hadn’t attempted it with her, but then he hadn’t really got the chance, but considering seventy-five percent of this weekend’s participants had done or wanted to do something to her rear, the odds weren’t looking good for him to be the odd one out.

“No butt stuff…” she confirmed with a playfully threatening growl, before continuing on with “but you can show me what a rabbit’s hips are good for.”

“Fine by me, lass” Terry said with an exaggerated Irish accent. “Remove them wee pants of yours and lay back for me, would you?” the Welsh rabbit demanded with a swat to her backside.

“Yes sir!” she played along and saluted, before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and underwear to begin pushing them down and off. Bernice settled herself down in the seat closest to the warm cozy fire and stared expectantly at Terry who just grinned at her as if she had told him he’d finally won the lottery jackpot.

Unexpectedly, the rabbit didn’t go straight in for the kill. Instead, he grasped her legs around her knees and scooted her behind closer to the edge of her seat, forcing her to lay down a bit more on the chair. “Infernal box, away with yew!” Terry growled when he tried to kneel down and ended up with the wrapped box still containing his member crumpling against his waist and thighs, which only set Bernice off giggling again. It was the most absurd and ludicrous moment of her life, but she wouldn’t change it for anything, it was just so perfectly Terry in every way. Watching the crumpled box sail across the room and knock over the wineglasses on the table without breaking them was the epitome of Terry’s luck, which just made her laugh even harder.

Almost as if he had something to prove now, Terry hooked the husky’s legs over his shoulders as he dived in to begin eating her with a fervour she had never seen in him before. Rather quickly her laughing died down and was soon replaced with pleasured groans and moans, which had Terry raise his head long enough to confidently state “Not laughing now, are ye?” before he dove back in for more. It was still funny though, how Terry was trying to prove he wasn’t an idiot while going down on his best friend’s best friend, also the wife of his other best friend and football sponsor. Most people would consider that foolish in a way, but there he was, licking, kissing and sucking for all he was worth. He wasn’t as good as the wild dog though, but he wasn’t bad. At least good enough to get her to the edge of a climax at least, though not quite enough to actually make her cum.

“Ready?” Terry asked while slowly rising to his feet, without removing her legs from over his shoulders. Just as he had said earlier, he was effectively folding her almost in half and now his hips were well within range. She wondered how many times he had done this very manoeuvre as he didn’t even need to reach down to guide himself into her, the damned rabbit found the mark on the first dip of his hips even. He knew he had her by the way she gasped, but he was far from done yet. The rabbit kept sinking down and down into her, letting her feel every inch of him claim her bared and vulnerable pussy until his heavy balls came to rest against her winking little pink tailhole. Already he could feel her inner muscles flex and pulse around his cock, but he hadn’t even started the main show yet.

He started off slowly, drawing almost all the way out before sinking all the way back in, letting Bernice feel every inch of him as he made love to her. Even within the first half dozen strokes he could see the look in her eyes chance from amusement, into confusion, now something more akin to lust. He was getting to her, now was the time to start picking up the pace, which he very easily did. Somehow, he managed to keep to the same depth, without accidentally pulling all the way out. Her hips were locked in place by his fierce grip about her thighs while he built up his speed to begin really jackhammering down into her. Pretty soon there was even a touch of fear in her eyes, not that he would hurt her, no, he would never do that. But he knew that look all too well, she was worried she would enjoy this too much and want more of it. This was half the reason why he had a string of needy friends with benefits wherever her travelled for his games.

By the time he reached his maximum tempo, Bernice couldn’t even see straight, let alone speak coherently. The mix of not being able to breath consistently made her lightheaded, which in turn just made everything she was feeling that much more intense. Terry knew he had made the gorgeous husky cum at least twice before he even felt the telling tingle of his own climax beginning to make itself known just behind his heavy balls as they tapped down against her pucker again and again, in rapid succession. “Ready to become a mother?” Terry almost snarled down at Bernice, to which she mumbled something and nodded in response. “Good, because here it comes!” the rabbit almost howled, just as he unloaded both barrels deep inside her, with one final thrust to get in as deep as he could and ensure his seed found its target.

There was suddenly a round of applause and whistling from the doorway behind them, while Bernice was too out of it to notice, Terry certainly did. There standing at the door was everyone, they were all grinning at him and Bernice’s performance.

“Ready to become a mother? Dude, really?” Sylvester laughed and strode over to give his friends bare behind a firm swat.

“Hey, I liked it!” Leon piped up as he joined the large horse on the seat beside where the action was taking place.

“It’s not the worst line she’s heard today” Ashe admitted with a chuckle, taking up his earlier spot on the opposite side to Leon and Sylvester.

“You too, huh?” Steve asked with a grin as he joined Ashe while handing him a fresh beer.

“Wait, so everyone has had a go with her now?” Sylvester suddenly asked.

“Yeah, I guess so” Leon thought about it for a second. “The night is young boys, there’s still plenty of time to spend Christmas in Bernice!” he cheered, raising his glass to the group.

“I’m game…” came a weak voice from somewhere beneath Terry, which resulted in another even louder cheer.