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The air in the tour bus was thick with chatter and laughter, punctuated by carbonated drinks cracking open with wet hisses and the occasional nasal snort as the cocaine in the back room was graciously tooted away by the friends and staff and whores invited to the party. It all came together to electrify the air, and the general mood was one of conquest, like a championship had been claimed. This was how it always was after a Kocaine Kahnso concert went off at least reasonably well, but the one that night in Houston, Texas had been a particularly interesting case. The show was fantastic, but the lumbering and drug-addled Kahnso had injured three fans and fractured his clavicle when his body surfing went awry. The injury was as far behind Kahnso as it was the rest of his crew. He didn't ache anymore, not with nine Vicodin inside of him and most of a fifth of tequila to follow them.

Sitting by his side like a concubine was a pretty mama bear hired ostensibly for her hair styling skills, but the fact that she was lazily masturbating him while he poisoned himself left none of the guests wondering why she was there. Farrah, Mrs. Kushner or Mrs. Kay to most of the crew, took eagerly to the sex and rock 'n roll, not so much the drugs. For a middle-aged mother bear with a thick, wide ass and a penchant for fucking young men until they passed out, Kahnso's gig provided endless opportunities for fun and mischief.

"All right. All right, all right," Kahnso said over the din, waving at the air with jazz hands. "I see we have a couple new faces here! I don't know if you're part of the road crew or whatever, but have some blow or something. I don't trust anybody who isn't snorting."

There was laughter, and then there was much more snorting. Kahnso's small mound of coke shrunk even smaller, and his guests seemed to be very happy with him. Kahnso was resplendent in the praise.

Kahnso squeezed his arm tightly around Farrah, his paw closing on her thigh. Even under her mom jeans, her thick flesh oozed through his fingers, proving to be beautifully plush and warm. Into her ear, he purred, "You find anybody tonight, babe? Or you gonna sit on my face again?"

The mama bear smiled. Her thumb tweaked the pointed, dripping head of Kahnso's cock. "I had my sights on someone, mmhmm... but you know I can make time for you if you need me to, sugar."

Like a serpent, Kahnso flitted his tongue in Farrah's ear, causing it to flick and momentarily splay. He nibbled along her cheek, smooched her lips, huffed into the coarse tan fur on her throat. "You go fuck whoever you want, mama bear," he quietly said. "Go find yourself a boy. Go on, get lost."

Farrah smooched his cheek and stood up from the water bed which had so many bodies on it that it barely moved. For a moment her wide, heart-shaped ass was in Kahnso's face and the singer could feel its pull, like it was a planet and his face was some helpless comet about to be pulled in. The mama bear pulled away with a wiggle of her tail and left the singer's room without a look back. Kahnso turned to the mess of wasted groupies and road crew on his bed without a second thought, wriggling his way into the orgy with ease.

All along the bus, on its couches and chairs and in its upper deck space, were generally beautiful people who either worked for Kahnso or had been selected to be part of the party which had begun at ten PM and now, at three in the morning, seemed to show no signs of slowing down. Farrah Kushner was one of those exceptionally beautiful people not despite, but because of her age, and it was down to that that she could have fucked anybody there. Certainly any guy she saw would have welcomed her wide, black ass in their lap, and she could have gotten the sweat sucked out of her bush by any number of highly experimental ladies if that was what she wanted to do.

There was one guy she wanted, one boy, because boys were her preferred partners. Kahnso was handsome and staggeringly muscular, but Farrah liked them younger. She wanted boys her daughter in college would consider appropriate, and out of all of the roadies on Kahnso's crew, she had one in particular in mind.

Ricky had no idea Farrah wanted to fuck him. He only knew her as Mrs. Kushner or Mrs. Kay, and every interaction had been simple and friendly. He thought at times she had the bedroom fuck-me eyes, yet he thought it was more likely he imagined them. Farrah Kushner, beautiful widowed mother of two whom he occasionally saw giving laprides and rimjobs to Kocaine Kahnso, certainly had no use for a rigging specialist with holes in the knees of his pants.

But there Farrah was, looming over Ricky as he sat quietly at the table, eating a bologna and American cheese sandwich. His red eyes followed the thick curve of her hips to the bulging swells of her breasts, which pulled her t-shirt's text - I slept with Kahnso and all I got was this chlamydia - into an unreadable jumble of thick lines and cracked silkscreen.

"Ricky, right?" the smiling bear asked, her eyes narrowed to predatory slits. "We haven't talked before, have we?"

Ricky, who was not a stranger to scoring pussy, was nevertheless surprised and embarrassed by the sudden attention. He sat down his half-eaten sandwich and leaned forward, having to tilt back his head to keep the mama bear's face in view. "Not really, Mrs. Kushner, no... oh, I really don't have a lot to talk about, you know what I'm saying?"

"Aw, to hell with that," Farrah said, and turned on her heel. Ricky experienced her ass the same way Kahnso did. He felt that same gravity from her and despite his manners in the presence of a woman old enough to be his mom, he started to grab her ass without a second thought given. He didn't get to do anything more than stroke its generous curve before it was in his lap, mashing him into the zebra print of the seat with all her weight.

From underneath Farrah, Ricky let out a surprised croak. His hands snaked around her chubby body, palming her belly before slipping more northward to the plump mounds of her breasts. Farrah smiled, ignoring the party and the music and the eyes on her public display. She gyrated against the young stallion, bracing her paws on the table and the backrest of the swiveling seat tightly. "Mmm. Got anything goin' on down there? You're a horsey, you can't tell me there's not something big in there, sweetie."

A shudder slipped through Ricky's body like a gust of cold air. He squeezed her tits until they bulged through his fingers. "Are you-? Is this cool? You're allowed to do this?"

The bear laughed. "Am I allowed to do what? Sit on you? What kinda question is that?"

"Never mi-i-ind," Ricky groaned, thinking to himself just how stupid he sounded. It was like missing an answer in front of the whole class; he was already starting to beat himself up for asking mama bear something so dumb.

"God, you're cute," the bear said, reaching under her groin. Her meaty fingers found the curvature of the stallion's balls, which bulged out into his ratty jeans almost obscenely. "Big ol' balls on you, very nice," she said as Ricky shivered. "Tender, huh? And I'm willing to bet they're sweaty, too. That true?"

The sudden smile on Ricky's face was strained, and almost stupid-looking with disbelieving joy. His cheeks glowed and his fingers still toyed with the thick bear's breasts. "Why? You like sweaty balls...?"

Farrah reclined into Ricky and took the stallion's arms, guiding his hands down the rolls of her belly and into the warm crook of her loins. Her thick, brown bush bristled out the top of her jeans like overgrown grass peeking over a stockade fence. "After he comes back from a show all gross and swampy, I like to stuff my nose up Kahnso's ass," Farrah explained matter-of-factly. "So... yeah, sweaty balls? That's pretty hot."

"Guess you'd like me, then," the stallion said, slipping his fingers between the bear's fat thighs. Whether sweat or vaginal wetness, Farrah's groin was humid, and the damp heat made his cock twitch under her ass. "I think sweat is pretty good, myself. You, uh-, y'sweat a lot, Mrs. Kay?"

"Damn right, I do," the bear sassed, looking over her shoulder and just catching a glimpse of Ricky's face, which she thought to be nearly giddy with anticipation. "I bet you could suck enough sweat out of my butt crack to fill up a glass." She grinned as only a true deviant could. It was an expression of lust and perversity most supreme. "You wanna find out?"

Ricky's cock struggled under the bear's momentous ass, swelling with blood only to stay compressed under her meaty weight. "You know I do," he whined. "Who wouldn't?"

"You're pretty smart for someone who always looks like he just had a bar brawl," Farrah said in a sweet and matronly tone. "Now, you just let momma up..."

The stallion forlornly let Farrah out of his lap. He pawed at the seat of her jeans and sighed. "God, you're pretty, Mrs. Kushner."

"Aw, hell," the bear laughed, opening up her fly and shoving down her jeans. The purple panties stretched across her wide ass filled Ricky's view like a horizon, but he thought her sweaty behind was much more compelling than any sunset he had ever laid eyes on. "You boys are always such butt-kissers. Let's see you do it for real, you little brat."

Farrah caught a wolf whistle from somewhere in the bus. A voice called out in lustful admiration, "Hey, Mrs. Kushner! Nice garden, baby!"

The bear smiled brightly. Unlike most women her age (or at least the ones she knew, small as that reference pool may be), she did not bashfully rebuff compliments, instead devouring them before hunting for more like a feral ancestor slurping into a honeycomb. What stopped her from answering the praise directed at her verdant bush was the obligation she had towards Ricky, whom she looked at briefly over her shoulder. "C'mon, sweetie," she urged, pushing her butt into his face. She felt his snout against her cheek before he nosed deliberately into the crease where her cheeks met. Sweat saturated her panties, darkening the colors in a ragged stripe along her ass crack. "Get your snoot in there, cutie. You better appreciate all that sweat, 'cause lemme tell you, being this sweaty all the time isn't a-a-always a good thing."

The stallion's broad tongue swabbed through Farrah's deep ass crack, wedging her panties in. He shuddered in perverted bliss and tweaked his cock through his jeans. "Jesus Christ, Mrs. Kushner," he bleated. "Fuck, you smell great. Like-, like, I never really got the whole butt-sniffing thing until literally just now."

"The basics of pheromones, honey. My sweaty body puts out some smells which you, a handsome young man in his," she briefly added sultry flair to her cadence, "sexual prime, find tasty. Let's just say that stuff goes both ways, and leave it at that." She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slipped them downward, ignoring how they inverted on her the slippery, sticky lips of her pussy. She left them there and tugged apart her ass cheeks, exposing the humid yawn of her ass crack to the hapless stallion. "Now you eat this ass, baby. Don't tell me you don't wanna, I don't like lying little boys."

"Ooh, sweet fuck," Ricky huffed. He actually fell slack-jawed. In his time, he had seen some beautiful asses and he had slurped more than a few of them, but never one like Mrs. Kushner's. He couldn't tell if it was her age or her plumpness or her remarkable sweatiness, but she had become some kind of sex goddess in his alert, red eyes. He cupped her cheeks, taking over holding open their magnificent bulk. His fingers dug into the pliant blubber and he reveled in just how plush the pretty bear was. A second later, he crammed his snout into her ass without his earlier reverence, showing only desperate, horny need. He could feel her sweat soaking into his fur, branding him with her musk, and he was very happy with that.

Ricky's tongue dragged from the panties still clinging to Farrah's cunt to the base of her tail, one unbroken slurp through the depth of her spacious ass crack. The bear giggled, muttering something the horse didn't quite hear or comprehend. He nosed into her short tail, then he ground his nose the opposite direction until his nostrils found her cunt. Huffing, grumbling, he wrapped his lips around the panties and sucked them into his maw right off her cunt, and he suckled the sweat out of them. His fingers relaxed on her ass cheeks, letting them grasp his muzzle.

Farrah crooned happily. She glanced around the bus, taking in drinking contests, arguments, and open displays of affection. A pretty lioness received cunnilingus from a punky panther girlfriend on one of the tables, and she yowled and kicked as her mohawked, leather-clad friend greedily ate her. More eyes were on them than Farrah, but the mama bear hardly minded. She liked the attention, could even be a whore for it, but she wanted Ricky more than she wanted lustful gazes.

"You gonna suck on my butthole, or are you just gonna lick the taste out of my underwear?" she asked him over her shoulder.

Immediately and self-consciously, Ricky spat out her panties, leaving them wrinkled and soaked with his slobber. "I-, uh-, sorry about that, Mrs. Kushner," he said bashfully. "I was just really getting into-."

"I'm fucking with you, baby!" Farrah said, delighted and playful. "You can do whatever you want back there... just remember your dick's going up my butt before we're done here. Cool with you?"

Ricky pulled the cheeks apart again and admired how complete Farrah's sweatiness was. She was soaked even after he'd nuzzled and slobbered so indulgently down in the moist, musky depths of her crack. "Uh, fuck you in the butt? Yeah... yeah, I'm definitely okay with that, Mrs. Kushner." He paused as Farrah giggled, then added uncertainly: "Your butthole is cute as hell. I mean, it's just nice."

The bear laughed. "Just nice, huh? Ju-u-ust nice."

Ricky knew the bear was teasing him now. He started to grin, and he felt around her thick bottom and wide, maternal hips with a quickness the mama bear found intriguing. "Yeah," he said, and uttered it again before he managed to say, "it's just nice, Mrs. Kay."

"Well, if it's just nice," she said in a mock huff, pulling away from the stallion, "then I guess you don't want your dick in it. Not if there's cuter assholes you can have."

What little confidence and budding dominance Ricky had begun to grasp at was yanked out from under him like a rug, spilling him onto his ass. He lunged out of his seat and started to utter something very needful, but he slammed into the bear, whom purposefully stopped mid-stride to block his way. His crotch mashed against her butt; his breast hit her back. He grunted and rebounded back into his chair, unharmed but feeling rather silly. The bear was as steady as a mountain.

Mrs. Kushner chuckled, turning to face the horse. She leaned into him, putting a knee on the chair with him. As she pressed her lips against his, she cooed, "God, honey, you need to learn to take a joke."

"I guess I do," Ricky answered, grabbing for the bear's body. His hands slipped around her middle, feeling along the rolls of fat stockpiled under her pelt. Ricky thought about how his opinion of thicker women was at best a middling one, how chubbiness was no more appealing than any other build, yet here he was going wild for Mrs. Kushner's sheer thickness. He couldn't have imagined Farrah being half as desirable if she were more athletic, let alone skinny, and he admitted as much aloud in the haze of his lust, "I kinda love your belly."

A surprised laugh shrieked out of Farrah's mouth. She self-consciously cupped her snout, letting her further giggles loose into her palm like polite coughs. When the fit tapered off, the bear bumped her snout into Ricky's and smooched him. Her wet jowls smacked against Ricky's mouth and the stallion shivered in carnal delight. His tongue tried to slip past her jowls, but was denied first by a nip, then by the bear physically pulling back. "I swear to god, I've never had anyone say that. Not so bluntly, at least," admitted the bear. Her grin was enormous, the stub of her tail wiggling. Someone else, either road crew or groupie, strolled past with a drink in his hand and gave her protruding ass a smack fierce enough that the mama bear gasped. Her eyes remained locked on Ricky's, save for a wince.

The smack offended Ricky. Not because he viewed Farrah as some sacred icon (though he had begun to think of her as a fertility goddess in a fairly detailed fantasy in the time since he'd met her), but because he thought that her naked, black-and-tan ass was his. That was his slobber caked in its fur, his fingers had dimpled those cheeks, and it belonged to him. But Ricky, who was never much for confrontations, demurred at the thought of attacking whoever had given the smack. The macho idea was buried neatly when Farrah smooched his cheek and growled, "Don'tcha go telling anybody, but I just_love_ a good smack on the ass now and then. Not spankings or anything, nothing prolonged, but just a good crack of the whip, so to speak - mama likes that."

"We need to fuck," Ricky bleated, his blush red as a ripe tomato. "Please, Mrs. Kushner?"

"You make it sound like you're asking for a fucking cookie," Farrah said, her voice breaking with laughter. She nipped his neck, moving as swiftly as a rattlesnake to shock the horse and make him gasp. She lingered there, drawing her tongue over his throat. She tried to growl, but she was still tittering. "Gawd, you're so damn cute, Ricky. Yeah. Let's fuck, you and me. Right here. Lemme turn around, and you get that big horsey dick out."

Farrah pushed off of Ricky, turned, and wriggled her bottoms down to her ankles in a slow, deliberate snake dance. For his part, Ricky whipped his dick right out and tugged his balls out after it, letting their sweaty black flesh rest on his filthy denim. His eyes followed Farrah's bottom in its sinful gyrations, and he began to pant and salivate anew. Mrs. Kushner backpedaled, putting her rump back into his grabby hands and against his nose, but instead of lingering so he could fondle and slurp her, she kept pushing until she forced the boy back. She reached down, taking his cock and folding herself a bit at the same time. With a little grinding and some guidance from the horse himself, Farrah wedged the drooling, wide head of Ricky's cock against her pink, sweat- and drool-smeared anus.

"Now, I betcha figure I can't fit that much dick in my backdoor, huh, baby?" Farrah asked, sounding like a teenager in the middle of a harrowing round of Truth or Dare.

Ricky grinned. "I bet you can do anything you want, Mrs. Kay," he said reverently, though his voice still held that lustful edge.

The black bear laughed warmly. "Aw, you ass-kisser. Literally! Hey, you make a pretty good toady! No wonder you work for a guy like Kahnso." She started to wriggle down into his lap, grinding and tweaking the angle of her descent until Ricky's dark meat opened her up, spreading her pucker wide open. Just having that horse meat's first inch or two inside of her ass made the mama bear shudder and pause, and for a moment Ricky thought she might give up and switch to that beautiful, hairy cunt she had just an inch away. Ricky didn't mind that alternative one bit, but instead of calling it quits, Mrs. Kushner braced her paws on her knees as if she were hoping for a second wind. She bit her jowly lip until it flushed white, and then she pushed her fat ass down on Ricky in starts and jerks, letting the pleasurable pain of such a large anal insertion ease its way through her like a growing power current.

"Ricky ba-a-aby," Farrah moaned, settling into his lap with a bump. "Ooh... that's an awfully big thing for such a cute lil' boy."

The horse, placid despite his unbearable horniness, felt particular gratification when he had the mama bear's wide ass in his lap. He fondled her possessively, holding her still, or at least pretending that he was. He hugged her, nuzzling her back, drinking in her scent even from such an innocuous place. "Gawd, Mrs. Kay, this is great. You're so perfect, honest to god."

"Aw, honey, I hear that all the time," said Farrah, modestly. With a smirk on her face, she thought, not that I mind hearing it. Not that it isn't true, either...

Farrah strolled her blue gaze across the bus. Even sitting on Ricky's cock didn't rate much attention. That lesbian couple was going at it full-bore, grinding their cunts like they were trying to sand each other smooth. Farrah noted the total lack of pubic hair on their mounds and sneered in self-satisfaction. Aw, girls, she thought, that Brazilian nonsense is no fun for anybody. Gotta let that bush grow.

"Mrs. Kushner," Ricky shuddered, breaking her out of her people-watching. "You're great and all, but please. Quit teasing me." He tried to buck against her, but moving Farrah was like trying to lift an anvil. She was only his height, but outweighed his twink body at least two to one. He was trapped, albeit happy with being her seat. "Ple-e-ease."

"Sorry, baby-boo," tutted mama bear in a very momish tone. "Lemme just take care of you..."

The bear was thankful for the time she'd spent at the gym when she started to bounce on Ricky. Bounce was almost the perfect word, in fact. She rose, her plump pucker and velvet inner flesh gripping Ricky's dark meat, and then she dropped, not quite slamming her ass into him, but close. Her thick ass wobbled like gelatin, and the cushioning ("more Kushner for the pushnering," her on-again off-again boyfriend had playfully called it once) helped her turn that fall into a rise. It still took immense work from her legs, and as she bounced and Ricky bucked, she welcomed the little bit of extra help.

Farrah kept one paw on the table, her fingers clenched around its edge. With the other, she briefly pawed at the smooth wall of the table nook, then grabbed the back of Ricky's chair. With each of her descents, she pushed on the chair back and caused it to creak, yet it held.

"Gawd, that's the stuff," panted Ricky, resting his head against the bear's supporting arm. He watched in dull-eyed delight as his cock vanished into the plump canyon of her ass, only to emerge again. His hands caressed her heaving, bouncing body, feeling along her back under the tight shirt. Farrah mumbled something he didn't make out and simply peeled the shirt up and off, then went back to her bouncing. A white, lacy bra remained on her body, but not for long: Ricky popped that awful thing off smoothly and let it fell to the floor. Even from behind, he caught glimpses of her breasts' curves as they bounced and jiggled, and he instinctively reached around her and cupped them.

"You go for those titties, sugarpie," Farrah cooed, glancing at the lesbians again. They were panting now, awkwardly leg-locked over the other table. One of them was hanging off into the sofa seat. Their show was over, and all the interested eyes had begun to shift to the other live sex act going on. The attention didn't slow the bear down one bit. Had she not wanted to make Ricky feel so special, she might have even offered up her mouth to some lucky guy.

"I'm gonna cum, Mrs. Kushner," Ricky said plaintively. "Gawd, am I gonna cum..." The young stallion fondled and squeezed the bouncing bear's breasts, squishing them through his fingers and admiring the shape they maintained even in middle age. "I wanna shoot inside you," he added dreamily. "Don't make me pull out, let me do it inside you..."

"You were gonna pop inside me whether you wanted to or not," Farrah said tartly, grinning over her shoulder. She caught a glimpse of the dumb, giddy lust on Ricky's face and her heart melted a little bit. She loved putting that look on a young man's face.

Farrah bounced and wriggled, clenching unnecessarily on the stallion. She maintained a level of anal training porn stars half her age would have thought unachievable, and so even Ricky's thick meat was hardly a challenge to her. It was that careful training that let her ride him like a show pony, smashing her thick ass down so the cheeks flattened against his pelvis. The chair creaked and whined on its hard steel stalk, built strong enough to hold up the gigantic singer who the bus belonged to yet still pushed to its limits by the mama bear's sexual acrobatics.

The stallion thought for a moment about a joke from a cartoon, something about a crushed pelvis. It didn't come to him, and he didn't linger on the forgotten trivia. He went right along fondling Mrs. Kushner with his greedy, groping hands, sliding them all around, bumping her stiff nipples with his fingertips. He twiddled and tweaked the pink nubs, then went back to simply squeezing her tits at large. Soon his huffs became moans and grunts, and his modest contributions to the rhythm grew sharper. He slid his hands down her body and fondled her belly instead, feeling as much gratification from her tummy as he did from her breasts.

Soft, almost mindless utterances from Ricky floated to Farrah's ears. He was on the verge, something she could tell from every aspect of his body language. Primally, she could smell the tweak in his hormones, secreted from his body as he grew yet more sweaty and labored. "You can pop for mama," she said encouragingly, that sincerely momlike tone of hers she had once used on her cubs. "Shoot for me, cutiepie, just go right ahead and shoot that spunk for your mama bear..."

As she crooned to him, she continued to ride him, but her bounces slowed, forceful motions falling docile, and she leaned back into him, almost laying against him. He threw his arms around her and buried his muzzle in her hair, huffing into her locks which were a little damp with sweat, but still thick and smelling pleasantly of a tropical fragrance. His hands played along her belly, leaving crop circles in her shimmering black fur. Moaning and shuddering, speaking his soft nothings, Ricky sank into his orgasm. Thick ropes of potent spunk slopped into the bear, slathering her inner walls in his own special coat of paint. Even when she was well-coated, he shot again, and again. Farrah moaned, not a whore moan but a genuinely pleasured sound. A crooked smile settled on her face and she laughed warmly, laying her thick paws over Ricky's work-calloused hands.

"Ooh, gosh... you might be a pony, but you shoot like a Clydesdale, honey," she cooed to him, speaking for his ears alone despite the very public setting. But as Ricky's semen began to ooze out of her, following gravity and the path of least resistance along his cock and balls, some of the majesty of the moment wore off. Farrah sat up with some difficulty, Ricky joining her only to hug her again. He nuzzled her shoulder gratefully, saying nothing.

Though the moment was not as special as it had been before, Farrah still savored Ricky's afterglow with him. She reached back, rubbing his side. It was only when the horse seemed ready to sleep that Farrah asked, playfully, "You like boys, Ricky? I've got a son about your age."

As it so happened, Ricky liked boys just fine.