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This story contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and is day #11's entry for Kinktober. Today's kink is Exhibitionism, and comes to you thanks to LavenderHarmony! :3

Any Place, Any Time

When Lavender wore her thigh high socks, Magnus couldn't resist. The vixen could ask him anything. Ask him to do anything, or do anything she wanted to him. Sometimes, with just a flash of her legs in those socks which the fox-lynx hybrid found utterly irresistible, she didn't even have to ask. It didn't matter what they were doing, or even where they were. So long as she was wearing that one piece of clothing which Magnus found so intoxicating, it was always the right place, and always the right time.

Vixen and flynx were sitting on a bench in the local park, enjoying the gentle rustling of autumn leaves upon the ground and the beauty of the red and gold still clinging to the trees, when Magnus noticed Lavender's hand. It was moving up her left leg, the one closest to him. Teasing the hem of her plaited skirt higher and higher, revealing more of the deep red and black stripes of her sock. A strained whimper escaped him, and he glanced pleadingly at the grinning woman beside him. She said nothing, just licked her lips and gave a soft, playful giggle as the skirt rose up and up, until at long last the rusty orange fur of her plump upper thigh was exposed, protruding from the top of the sock.

She leaned back on the bench, wiggling her rump forward and showing off the barest hint of her black panties in addition to her already exposed thigh. At the far end of her legs, her toes flexed and curled. Magnus watched them, wriggling where they emerged from the other end of those gorgeous thigh-highs. No longer was he whimpering. He was growling now. Deep. Savage. Primal. Still though, Lavender giggled. Teasing, waiting. Letting Magnus' desire build and build as his gaze roamed up and down her curvaceous form, until finally he could wait no longer.

The lithe flynx's own hands fell to his crotch, and with a passionate snarl he began to unfasten the belt of his jeans. Not once did his eyes leave Lavender. Not for a moment did he look around and think about where they were, to take note of the joggers and dog walkers and people passing through on their way to and from the town's centre. It wasn't that he'd forgotten, it was simply irrelevant. Lavender was here. Her damnable socks were here... those legs, those thighs, those toes, all locked within or protruding so tempting from those socks. Anything beyond that simply was not something he could bring himself to care about right now.

By the time he pulled his cock free, exposing it to the open air of the park, it was already rock hard. The pink flesh strained and quivered with excitement, and the slight dappling of darker skin at its base was exposed as he lifted his ass off the bench and thrust his hips forward to slide his jeans and boxer-briefs down around his knees. When he settled back against the wooden slats of the bench below him, he did so with a strained, inviting growl. He wrapped one hand around his cock, beginning to jerk it with impatient desire, and placed the trembling fingers of the other upon Lavender's nearest leg. Upon her thigh-high clad fur, then rising up, moving from fabric to furred flesh, and then to caress the crotch of her underwear.

"Please..."

Now he spoke. With a guttural moan of the most all consuming hunger, he begged Lavender with that single word, and the vixen obliged him.

She straddled his body. Every bit as shamelessly as his exposing his rock hard cock, she hiked up her skirt, settled her socked legs either side of the slim male's own, and reached down between her legs to tug the crotch of her panties aside. For just a second or two she let Magnus stare down and admire her exposed pussy, revelling in his grunts and snarls of gleeful desire, then she sank down. She trusted him to guide the tip of his cock home, and sure enough just seconds later she was feeling it teasing between the lips of her pussy. The cool autumn breeze on her face. The heat of Magnus' breath on her neck. The gentle morning sunlight bathing them both as she sank down around the flynx's erection, and they began to fuck right there in the middle of the park.

Right from the start, Lavender rode the male with confidence and passion. She bucked and bounced on his lap, and together they moaned and whimpered in pleasure. The vixen leaned forward and kissed Magnus deeply between growls and gurgles of lust, and as both his hands roamed shamelessly up and down her thighs, fondling fabric and flesh with equal delight, she caressed his cheeks and ran her own quivering digits through the male's long, dark hair.

"Yes. Ohh... yes..."

No-one could deny what they were doing. With Magnus' jeans around his knees, with her body writhing and bouncing upon his lap how it was, and with her vocal moans ringing out around the quiet but far from unoccupied park, there was no pretending they were just an overly enthusiastic couple making out. The joggers who ran by, the dog walkers who tugged their pups to the far side of the path, the shoppers and the other friends just out for a casual morning together, they all saw it. They all heard it. But they said nothing. Eyes widened. Cheeks flushed. Minds were filled with confusion, disbelief, outrage and arousal, or some mixture of all those feelings and more.

Some of the onlookers quickened their pace, seeking to put the whole experience out of sight and out of mind as fast as possible. But others slowed down. A few even stopped outright until they saw others coming, most of them with phones in hand.

"Harder. Oh. Ohhh M-Magnus. Fuck!"

Lavender paid them no heed, riding the flynx harder and faster than ever, clawing at the back of his head, pulling his own flushed and moaning muzzle forward and burying it in the still sweater clad curves of her ample chest. She threw her head back, panting, huffing visible clouds of passionate breath into the cool morning air. Her toes flexed and clenched each time she flung herself down to the hilt on his cock, feeling the male bucking feverishly back up against her now. This was all that mattered. These feelings. The two of them. This was everything.

"Cum in me..."

She didn't whisper it. Didn't whimper it. She screamed it. Not just once, but again and again, demanding it of the flynx as she felt his already rigid cock straining ever more urgently against her convulsing, clutching, soaking wet inner walls, so that everyone could hear.

"Cum in me! Cum in me, Magnus! Ah. Ahhyes. Cum in me... n-nhhhh... now. Yes!"

And with his hands still clawing at her quivering, thigh-high clad legs, and the vixen's drooling pussy milking him to such sweet rapture as she rode him to her own wild, shrieking release, Magnus couldn't possibly have done anything else.

He pulled back from her chest into which he had been moaning and yelping for the majority of this session, and at long last looked out over the vixen's shoulders as they continued to bounce up and down astride him. His already wide, pleasure glazed eyes looked out across the park; to the expansive stretches of grass, to the leaf-strewn pathways, to the vibrant autumnally adorned trees, and of course to the handful of people standing close by, watching him get fucked with stunned and excited awe.

He saw phones recording them.

He saw eyes filled with hunger.

He saw crotches tented, and fingers rubbing absent-mindedly at intimate regions through their owner's clothes.

But as soon as Lavender screamed his name once more, and he felt a gush of hot liquids spraying out in several short, sharp bursts across his pubic fur while the vixen's pussy began to convulse in the throes of orgasm, all of that was forgotten. Magnus gave a strangled howl of his very own, and as he began to pump thick ribbons of his cum deep into Lavender's clutching depths, all he could think about was her. How hot she was. How good her body made him feel, and how lucky he was to have those sock-clad legs of hers straddling his own, letting him make her feel good in return.

Anytime, anywhere, with any number of people watching them, nothing else mattered so long as Magnus and Lavender could share their hunger for one another, and cum together. As long, as hard, and loud as they liked.

By Jeeves

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