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Monica checked the clock again, petting her dog, Fezzi. He was whining, of course, but not for dinner. "Not yet," the cougar shook her head. "I've got to call it in, first."

The St. Bernard didn't care that she was a cat - he loved her anyway. "Hello, Custer's Pizza?" the thirty-eight year old woman said. "Yes. No, thank you. A large supreme, hand-tossed. Deliver to 341 West Bell Street."

She had to push the large dog's head away, though she had him beat by a few pounds. The sturdy feline was thick and muscular from years of walking big dogs, plus her natural body type. He kept trying to sneak his head up under her silky bathrobe. "Forty-five minutes?" she exclaimed, as usual. "If you can get it here in less than thirty, I can promise a big tip."

She hung up. The sign on the door was already there "Can't hear the knock - just come in." Now it was just a matter of time before the pizza guy arrived and opened that door. Only time would tell what he would find. Leaning back in her recliner, the middle-aged spinster untied her bathrobe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked, tawny body, tail twitching. Fezzi knew what this meant. "Good boy," she grinned.

Without his master impeding him, the St. Bernard quickly wedged himself between her legs, his massive muzzle open and drooling as he began to lick her. Monica moaned, staring up at the front door. Would tonight be the night? Would they finally deliver it in time? Her heart thumped at the prospect of being caught in the act, and knowing what that might mean. The cougar spread her legs even further, tucking her tail out of the way as that huge, wet tongue pushed through her wet, trembling folds.

Two dozen times, she'd done this. She timed it out perfectly - ten minutes of licking, five minutes of mounting, and then fifteen minutes tied, helpless, locked in front of the door. The closest the delivery boys had come was thirty-five minutes, more than enough time for her to clean herself up and answer the door in her bathrobe. She kept giving out hints aside from her scent, that next time they might want to deliver to 341 West Bell just a little bit faster. They had no idea what was stuck up between her legs underneath that robe.

Fezzi was no romantic, but he was eager, lapping hard against her cunny and gulping down her growing arousal. She had to bite a finger to keep from crying out, her mind focused on that door. If things went terribly, her life might be over. What if the delivery guy was some sort of devout Christian? But that was part of the game. She vowed to do whatever he wanted...and her imagination always went wild. What if he took her back in his car, sucking him off the whole way, and then he shared her with the rest of the night crew? She shivered, glancing at the clock.

Seven minutes already - she so quickly lost track of herself under Fezzi's licks. The cougar slid her paws up to her large, light-brown breasts, pressing her hips up against her St. Bernard's muzzle. Again and again a loud wet _smack_rang out as he plunged into her, making the middle-aged woman mewl like a kitten. She curled her toes, barely able to hang on. His drooling licks more than prepped her pretty pussy for what was to come next. She bit her lip, noticing that another four minutes had passed - she was overdue.

Taking a deep breath, the horny cat rolled over, sliding her knees onto the floor, bent over the recliner. Fezzi knew what to do when he saw her smooth, round rump, tail flung to the side. There, in full view of the door, the large white-and-brown-spotted canine hopped onto Monica's back, wrapping his paws around her hips. "Fezzi!" she yowled, and he obediently pressed his red tip up against her sopping pussy lips.

Taking the large dog had been a challenge at first, but Monica knew exactly how far apart to set her legs, and exactly the right angle to drop her hips as the whuffing_St. Bernard hammered up and into her, spearing her slick slit in one smooth motion. He was wider in the middle, making the cougar's eyes pop wide open as he wedged himself deeper. She could feel his heavy panting on the back of her neck, the drool spilling onto her nape, but nothing could beat the steady _thump, thump of his heavy thrusts. He drilled her into the chair, the shocks squeaking loudly with every hump.

"Good boy, Fezzi!" she growled, digging her claws into the familiar tears on the upholstery. The giant dog pounded deeper, squeezing the widest part of his throbbing shaft into her tunnel. At least, the widest part so far. With a grunt, he hilted himself inside his mewing master, his big, fat balls quivering against her thighs. Monica bit her lip, looking at the clock - he was taking his time. She really shouldn't let him knot...but she knew she wasn't going to stop him. She just whispered, "Hurry..."

This was the best part. She could feel him growing inside of her, the base of his shaft shoving and spreading her pussy apart, making her bulge like a water balloon beneath her tail. His huge cock stretched her to the breaking point, filling her fuller than any limp-dicked leopard or lion had ever managed. That knot thrummed inside her, rubbing every inch of her slick tunnel and pounding every spot she had at once. Soon, she was humping back like an eager bitch, whining, squeezing down so hard she locked him inside her.

With a loud wuff! in her ear, Fezzi leaned forward, tugging back on her hips, and her ear flicked as the first, loud spurt launched into her wet womb. She yowled and snarled and shredded the fluff inside the cushion of her recliners, every muscle tensing as she came hard, taking note of the clock - two minutes overdue, before she dissolved into shuddering moans. Fezzi, tied, leaned forward and hammered like a piston, balls churning as he launched squirt after squirt into his master's muff, his sharp, fast thrusts driving her wild.

Because of her species, she didn't have to worry about the dog's seed taking, so she just leaned forward and took it all, straight into her womb, the sticky, bubbling cum absolutely coating her insides. "Aaaah!" she moaned, still cumming even when her beloved pet shrugged and hopped off her back, his cock still trapped inside. He wagged his tail across her back, glancing over his shoulder at his bred bitch, panting. Another job well done, but if he took as long as usual to shrink, she wasn't going to be out until thirty-three minutes. This was her favorite part, her heart pounding as she purred and groaned, staring over her shoulder at the door that any second could open to the luckiest pizza guy in the world. She'd angled the chair so that he'd see everything, the knotted pair at an angle that made the huge bulge quite clear. Shivering, she massaged her bloated pussy, feeling it throb as the dog continued to seed her.

On average, the pizza didn't arrive until 39 minutes, and it had never arrived as early as it would have to. She panted, the excitement slowly wearing off as she realized she was probably safe. Already Fezzi was slowing down, his knot softening inside her. She shivered at the thought of simply closing her bathrobe, and answering the door absolutely stinking of rutting dog, her pussy dripping on the carpet as she made the exchange. If only they knew what awaited them if they rushed the order...

Gently, she massaged her big St. Bernard, yowling softly as he started to tug. "Not yet," she chided, looking at the clock. Twenty-eight minutes. That's why, when she heard the knob turn and a loud click, she jumped, her neck-fur bristling. Had it finally happened!? She stared at the front door, heart stopped, still tied to her dog. What if he didn't take her offer? What if he called the police? Ears flat, she watched in horror as the door opened to reveal...

A stunned, wide-eyed pizza girl. She almost dropped the pie when she saw the scene in front of her, the satisfied, grinning giant plugged deep inside the 38-year-old cougar. She was young - maybe eighteen, a brown-and-tan coyote in the blue shorts and red short-sleeved shirt of Custer's Pizza. She stood there frozen, her bushy tail curled between her legs. "P-pizza," she said, lamely.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, thought Monica. A girl!? All her imaginations popped in a cloud of smoke. She must be new, because the cougar had never had a girl deliver before. Now she was sunk. She'd call the police and Fezzi would be taken away and why had Monica taken such a stupid risk! What was I thinking ... ?

More importantly, what was the _coyote_thinking?

* * * * *

Denise was barely eighteen, and had celebrated her birthday by upgrading from pizza-topping girl to pizza delivery girl. That's where the real money was, because you could always hope for that big tip. Sure, the boys said the big payday rarely ever came, and you had to pay for gas, so it barely made more money, but the coyote had a secret up her sleeve: she was cute. Not like, model sexy or anything, but when she flirted, they almost always flirted back. Besides which, she was in heat, so if any of the many, many canids in town ordered, she'd have a leg up in the flirting department.

And she also didn't waste fucking time. When she saw the order's extra instructions, she knew she wanted the bonus for less than thirty minutes. Typing the address in her phone, Denise figured out how soon the pizza would have to be out, and switched the order with one in front of it. The other order wasn't a rush order - it could wait. She'd planned the timing out, but even so, she almost didn't make it on time. She'd had to run a red light, but it was late enough that no one was around. That was the first time the young high schooler had ever intentionally broken the law.

But she needed the money. She was saving up for college, and unlike those chuckle-fucks at Custer's Pizza, she didn't have a rich Mommy and Daddy to pay her way. So when she arrived with two minutes to spare, she didn't even think twice upon reading the sign. Walk right in? Can do.

But the coyote had never expected what she saw on the other side. At first, her mind couldn't piece it together, until her eyes drifted down to the huge bulge clearly joining the cougar to the huge dog. There was no mistaking what was happening. Denise felt faint, tucking her tail, but she managed to put the pizza down before she almost dropped it. "A-are you okay?" she stammered.

The woman was staring, frozen in shock at the coyote, but with the ice broken, she managed to pant, "Y-yes." The dog's eyes lit up at this new person, grinning and wagging his tail so that it thumped against the cougar's raised tail.

"Uhhhh," Denise said, slowly, before covering her eyes with her paws. She was tempted to just book it, but she couldn't return to Custer's without payment for the pie. "S-sorry - I should have knocked. I'll...wait outside?"

"No, my dear," a low, husky voice rang out, stronger now. "I meant for this to happen..."

Denise opened her eyes in shock, staring at the woman. "Y-you did?"

"You're the winner, cutie," she said, perking her ears. "Of the big tip."

The young girl wasn't sure what to make of that. She was proud that she'd managed to deliver the pizza within the time limit, but what was anyone supposed to do in a situation like this? "H-how much?" she asked, and every second had the cougar looking more and more comfortable.

"That depends on how you want to be rewarded."

Ohhhhh. Denise felt stupid. She should have realized earlier what her game was. The cougar had_expected_ to get caught. This was some kind of sick fantasy for her. Denise dropped her jaw, realizing she was in a real-life porn plot! She must have expected one of the many delivery men, but the coyote's gender didn't seem to bother the sexy feline. "Y-you mean...?"

"Fezzi here will pop out soon...and then I'm all yours."

The coyote took a step backward, but didn't walk out. This woman was obviously older than she was, and Denise was definitely not on board with the bestiality, but_damn_, the cougar was a looker. Denise hadn't told her boyfriend, but she could definitely appreciate a fine woman, but in the small suburb, it was pretty much boyfriend or nothing. Maybe it was her heat talking, but the coyote hesitated - what if she really_were_ a lesbian? She'd never really felt _that way_about her coyote boyfriend, and the asshole kept pressuring her to do it while she was in heat, so she'd been keeping her distance for the last week.

This slutty cougar might be the perfect chance to experiment, and Denise would never get another chance like this. In the minute it took for her to process her thoughts, Monica finally grunted, and tugged off of her dog's cock, the fresh, wet creampie dripping down her thighs. Standing up, the cat's bathrobe hung loosely, revealing everything, her tail twitching behind her. "Fezzi - kitchen!"

The St. Bernard looked a little disappointed, taking a doleful look at their new guest, but he was obedient, and bounded out of the room, leaving Monica with Denise, looking like a spider and a fly. But the older woman didn't _act_the spider, stepping forward and saying, "You can do whatever you want to me..."

Denise whined, grateful that her shorts covered her damp panties. Her swollen spade was positively dripping now, pressed tightly up against her underwear. She knew what her_body_ was telling her, anyway. "I've never..."

"Been with a woman? Neither have I, but I'm ready to try," Monica purred, taking another step forward."

Denise had been about to say that she'd never done much of anything before. She'd only gotten to second base with Benny, much to his chagrin. But now her heart was racing. Not only had she seen this pretty puma on all fours, tied to a feral dog, the buxom woman was all but begging to fuck the coyote, too, and the young girl had never been more turned on. Thoughts of a cash tip were gone, and Denise kicked the door to the house closed behind her. "O-okay," she stammered.

Monica smiled and took a step forward, but the coyote found a new form of courage, moving forward quick and then quicker, wrapping her arms around the middle-aged woman. The cougar could only grin, realizing that her secret was safe, and besides which, Denise was hot. Her outfit barely fit, breasts creasing her top, the outline of her mound clearly visible through the thin cloth of her shorts. The uniform had obviously never been intended for women. Perhaps it was for the best that tonight's delivery was made by this curious coyote.

Denise held the woman more than twice her age, arms buried in her floofy bathrobe as she leaned up to the taller woman, tilting her muzzle. Monica closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and then they were kissing, the canine's wide, wet tongue overpowering the rough, feline one. Cougar tail flicked as Monica grabbed Denise's waist, hooking her thumbs in the waistband. "What's your name?" the husky feline panted.

"Denise," she said, breaking their kisses only for a moment.

"Monica," the cat purred in reply, pressing her lips to the 'yote's.

A few electric moments passed, but the pizza delivery girl stalled. She wanted to reach inside the bathrobe. She could smell Monica's breasts, and glanced down to see them, but still asked, "What should I do?"

"Whatever you want with me," the cougar replied again. She was the exact opposite of Benny, who constantly pressured the young coyote to do what he wanted her to. But now, instead of pulling her head back from his not-so-gentle push, Denise found herself opening this stranger's robe wide open, hands sliding up the purring kitten's body until they stopped at her bare chest, cupping those large orbs. With a face-splitting grin, the coyote buried her face in the older woman's chest, licking and slurping at the tawny, white fur.

Monica arched her back, moaning at the sudden attention. She'd never managed to get the dog to show any interest in her breasts, and besides, fucking the St. Bernard had become mundane. She'd never given herself over to a stranger before, much less a younger, female one. "Oh, God," she whined, pulling the 'yote close.

And now Denise was pushing her back, backward, onto the recliner, still damp from her earlier love-making. Monica slid her bathrobe as wide as it would go, showing off her complete, naked body, still leaking between her thighs. The coyote took one look and reached cross-wide down to her Custer's t-shirt, pulling it over her head to reveal her toned, full bra, before reaching a paw over her shoulder.

"Let me," Monica begged, and Denise relented, climbing onto the cougar's lap. Cougar paws slid around the young girl's back, unhooking her, and the undergarment fell away, revealing her pert, tight tits, nipples firm from excitement. She'd only shown her boyfriend her breasts once before, though he had certainly copped plenty of feels. Yet, instead of feeling constantly uneasy, Denise felt free. Her heart pounded, not from nervousness and fear, but from exhilaration as she straddled the cougar and leaned forward once again in a kiss.

Monica reached around the slender coyote and pulled the canine to her, their bare breasts pressed up against each other. She shivered at the twin points as Denise's nipples pressed against hers, making the next wet kiss all the more exciting. She had no idea it would be so intense to fuck a girl, especially considering how many times she'd fucked her dog.

Denise couldn't keep her hands off the older woman, sliding them up and down her flank and grabbing the sides of her boobs as she gently rocked her hips. She was still wearing the tight shorts, but it could hardly be described as "dry"-humping the way her covered mound squished against the woman's sopping pussy. Her heat-swollen spade ground against the cougar's bare mons, making Monica spread her legs and push up, yowling softly through their kisses.

Once again, Monica found her hands at the coyote's pants, fingers at the front button. Denise shivered, but didn't pull away, only kissed the cougar harder as her pants were opened. Monica slid them down, revealing white panties dripping in canine arousal. Her y-shaped folds were completely evident through the thin cloth, bouncing up and down. Denise moaned, and backed up. "Are you alright?" Monica asked.

"Yes," Denise replied, her departure not from discomfort. Instead, standing in front of the seated cougar, the pizza girl reached down and slid her blue pants down her long legs, kicking off her shoes and socks. She smiled down at her entranced partner, now only wearing those revealing panties.

Shivering, Monica said, "May I?" pointing at the cloth.

Denise only hesitated for a moment before going farther than she ever had before. To be fair, Benny had never asked, he simply slid his hands down there and tried to peel her out of her clothes. Taking a deep breath, the inexperienced girl stepped forward, where Monica sat on the edge of her seat. Claws hooked into the panties, and the coyote shivered as her underwear slowly slid down her legs, the other woman's eyes locked on her crotch.

Monica whimpered when she finally got a glimpse of the 'yote's canine mound, the tri-folds glistening in front of her. The puffed up lips were standing at attention a full two inches and from what the cougar knew about canine reproduction, this was a sure sign the younger woman was in heat. Of course, the strong, acrid scent was even more convincing, making her mouth water. Gently, she cupped a paw, looking up at the coyote.

Denise nodded, and suddenly her sensitive pussy was engulfed in the palm of Monica's hand. The 'yote yipped and spread her legs, knees weak as she careened past second base for the first time, bucking weakly against that paw. Monica licked her lips as her hand dampened, holding firm against Denise's weak bucking. The naked canine was a sight to see now, and Monica shrugged off her own bathrobe to kneel in front of the coyote.

"Oh...fuck..." Denise groaned, even as Monica teased her mound with a single digit. "Do it..."

Monica was here to please. Biting her lip, the older woman pushed her middle finger up into those tight, swollen folds, instantly damp. Her labia stretched apart, and Denise put her lips together and gave a low howl as she was penetrated for the first time. She kept her tail tight to the side, losing her balance and collapsing onto the cougar.

Still kneeling beneath the horny coyote, Monica managed to keep her finger deep, even as Denise fell forward onto the cougar's shoulders. The whining, humping coyote could barely hold on as Monica stretched her arm out and fingered the young girl. Grabbing Monica's shoulders, Denise held on, rocking her hips up and down and gushing.

"Have you ever cum?" Monica asked suddenly, endeared to the coyotes whimpering yelps.

"I...think so...?"

Monica shook her head. "You'd know."

"Nnngh," was all she replied, gyrating against the woman's paw.

"Stand up and let me show you," Monica said, pulling her finger out.

With a sad whine, Denise nodded, standing on shaky feet. Paws wrapped around her rump, pulling her suddenly to the feline's face. She stared down at the cougar, her mound still bouncing up and down like crazy. Monica just grinned up at her young little treat, opened her mouth, and engulfed the girl's swollen pussy.

"Aaah!" Denise yelped, her entire spade inside the cougar's mouth. Wet, scratch tongue cupped her, teasing her tight folds as she began to suckle like a cub. Denise whined and pressed her hips against the other woman, tail wagging. She didn't see it coming when the cat's hands cupped her rump, massaging her butt even as Monica guzzled her.

The tongue teased her opening until it wasn't teasing any longer. Denise panted, grabbing Monica by the head, but the cougar was stronger and more insistent, pushing forward and curling her tongue. Denise's pussy spread apart wider and wider for the huge tongue. It was nothing like her finger - the rough surface tugged and scoured Denise's sensitive lips. "M-monicaaa..." she groaned.

Spurred on, Monica plunged her curled tongue up and into the coyote, making sure to stop at the girl's pelvis. She knew where the girl's clit was - just inside the hooded spade. There was no need to go deeper, finding that nub and running her sandpapery tongue across it. Denise yipped and tried to pull the cougar away, but now the coyote was the prey. "I-it hurts," she whined.

Monica said, "It'll feel that way - until it doesn't," before diving back in. Denise spread her legs, trusting her elder partner in a way she had never trusted her boyfriend. She realized she never even thought twice about how this was cheating on Benny. Besides, he'd probably find it hot. Biting her lip, Denise gave in to Monica, humping weakly.

Fingers curled around her rump until they were surrounding her asshole, and Denise whined. Monica spread the 'yote's buttcheeks apart, letting the gentle tug on the girl's anus suffice, as she focused instead on Denise's engorged clit. Again and again the cougar slurped directly against and near that nubile nub, her wet tunnel gushing in arousal. Yips and_yelps_ filled the room as Denise rocked back and forth, her entire body squirming in the other woman's grasp. "Oh...it... *yip* ... hurts so good..."

Monica knew the girl was about to careen over the edge of her first climax, and so the experience woman finally plunged her tongue deep - deeper - letting the base of her tongue rub the clit over the edge, while the tip squeezed into Denise's deepest tunnel. "Ahhhhnnnnggg!" the coyote groaned, and then shrieked like only a coyote could, her young body spasming in sudden intense, inexplicable pleasure, unlike anything the girl had ever experienced. She humped like a randy dog, squeezing and releasing all over the cougar's face, giving Monica a run for her money as she tried to gulp it all down. Wet mound trembled and came, spilling hot, wet juice into Monica's waiting muzzle.

Denise could hardly believe what was happening to her. Her whole body seemed to disappear and at the same time encompass her, the young 'yote's eyes rolling back in her head. Pleasure flooding through her body from her bulging spade, still stuffed full of tongue. Her knees collapsed, but Monica gently lowered the yipping canine onto her back on the carpet, Denise bucking and moaning against the onslaught of slurps and licks. She stared down her belly at the beautiful cougar perched between her legs who'd brought her to this pristine peak and pushed her off. "Oh...fffffuck..." the pizza girl groaned.

"Told you so," Monica grinned, licking her damp lips.

"Oh my God," agreed Denise, her pussy already beginning to ache. But the experienced woman seemed to know when to stop, instead running her fingers through the light, almost white fur of Denise's abdomen. "I want more - I want to do that to you," she panted.

"As you wish," the curvy cougar replied, turning in a neat little circle until she was presenting her brown rump, tail raised. Then, she started to back over the prone coyote.

But Denise saw something she'd rather forgotten about. The older woman's slit was trembling, but also laced with white dog cum. Denise froze, but her muzzle curled at the thought of eating her out like that. "Uh...sorry - I forgot..." said the teenager lamely.

"Mmm?" said Monica as she glanced over her shoulder. "Oh - I see. I can get Fezzi to take care of it, if you like?"

"What does that mean?"

"Here, I'll show you," she grinned, calling out loudly, "Fezzi! Come!"

Denise yipped as the humongous dog came bounding into the room, his white, amber, and dark brown coat a blur. Monica patted her rump and the dog seemed to know exactly what to do, and before the coyote could do anything, he was standing directly to the side of her, tilting his large head over to get an angle of Monica's snatch. Denise gasped as the dog - on demand - eagerly lapped at his master's muff, gulping up his own juices. At the slight angle, she watched his impossibly large tongue disappear into the quivering cougar, quickly cleaning her cunny. "Hey," she protested, when she saw Monica starting to buck her hips. "It's my turn."

"Fezzi, go relax," the cougar commanded, and the obedient dog reluctantly gave up his feast with a single whimper before walking away to curl up and watch. Sure enough, her pussy was no longer drenched in puppy batter, though still her slit glistened. "Hit me with your best shot," Monica grinned, continuing to back up until her butt was right in front of the teenager's long, slender muzzle.

"Oh fuck," Denise shivered. She might never have considered what she was about to do, if she hadn't walked in on such a beautiful, promiscuous woman. She felt so much more comfortable with this stranger than she ever had with any of her boyfriends, and she was also more attracted to her. Maybe she was really bisexual? Or perhaps just a lesbian. She shook her head, trying to focus on the moment. Reaching up with both paws to firmly grab the older woman's butt, Denise pulled her down onto her muzzle, pushing her nose straight between those trembling folds.

Monica yowled, tail twitching above her. Denise knew that her own tongue would never compare for size and strength with Fezzi, but she could be more precise - and push a lot deeper. Keeping her muzzle tightly closed, she pushed even harder, until her chin pushed in as well, fully muzzle fucking the surprised cougar. Denise was holding her breath now, rubbing Monica's ample butt as she extended her tongue deep inside the cougar's vagina, reaching her innermost walls. To her chagrin, she tasted something new buried deep in there, and realized that Fezzi hadn't been able to clean that far in. In the heat of the moment, though, the coyote didn't care, slurping up the dog's deeply driven deposits as she swirled her tongue in a tight circle, rubbing every last inch of Monica's tunnel at the same time.

"Ohhhh..." Monica groaned, spreading her legs.

The tight tunnel squeezed down around Denise's snuffler, massaging her muzzle, bucking slightly with each deep lick. Absentmindedly, Monica slid her own paws to cup and rub the coyote's quivering spade, petting the younger woman. Denise groaned and slid her paws up, up, sliding both her thumbs further into the crevasse that marked the cougar's anus. Serpentine tail slid to the side as Denise teased the short, soft fur of Monica's taint. Then, she used her next advantage over the big dog - she knew exactly where the older woman's clit was buried. Curling the tip of her tongue, she moved from gliding past it to flicking it more directly.

Monica tossed her head back and mewled_pathetically, grinding her hips at the new, intense sensation. "Oh shit..." she groaned, reeling. In retaliation, Monica slid two fingers directly into the coyote's still-sensitive spade, tweaking the canine's clit. Denise had to pull out to moan and gasp for air - she hadn't breathed for a full thirty seconds. "Hey - *_pant*- this is for you," Denise whined.

Grinning back, Monica said, "If you can't stand the heat..."

Groaning at the pun, Denise growled, "Now you're asking for it." With that, she took another deep breath, and speared Monica again several inches with her nose. But it was her thumbs that shocked the cougar - they glided up just an inch or two, and suddenly, they were pulling her asshole apart and sliding in, side-by-side. Yowling, Monica did her best to retaliate with her paw, but nothing she could do to Denise's swollen spade seemed to slow the sultry coyote down, sucking directly on the older woman's clitoris.

"You - *pant* - win," Monica growled, only able to absentmindedly finger the pizza girl as she rocked her hips up and down, never having been penetrated twice at the same time. Her pussy clenched and pulled on Denise's tongue, quivering and spasming around her, and the 'yote knew Monica couldn't last much longer. She suspected the pretty puma was a squirter, so she pulled out until her chin pressed firmly against Monica's clit, and the woman simply dissolved into shudders and moans. Denise opened her mouth, breathing through her nose, curling her tongue just inside the kitty's cunny, and was proved right - a giant gush of feminine cum squirted into Denise's mouth, and she had to gulp fast to keep up, some of it spilling down the side of her muzzle.

Monica pumped her hips, cumming furiously, the twin thumbs holding her rump mostly in place. The young coyote was doing and admirable job, her focused tongue-work surpassing the overwhelming (but oh-so-pleasant) St. Bernard tongue. Monica pushed backwards until Denise's head tilted back, letting gravity help the young woman guzzle every drop, until Monica was left panting ragged and quivering.

Only then, did Denise remove her digits from the cougar's ass, taking large gulps of air, her chest heaving. "Oh wow," the 'yote gasped, her pussy on fire once again. "Fuck me," she cursed under her breath.

Monica grinned down at the coyote and said, "Gladly." Turning around, the powerful cat lifted the smaller coyote into her arms, carrying her and then draping her onto the recliner. "You're such a pleasant surprise, Denise," she said, climbing on top of the coyote so that they were face-to-face, her buxom breasts bumping against the pizza girl's.

"I've never done...anything like this before," the coyote finally admitted. "Not even with my boyfriend."

"Well, you're a quick study," replied the cougar smoothly, pressing her hips against the coyote. Wet, gushing kitty cunny squished up against Denise's heat-swollen spade, making the canine whimper, leaning up to share a deep and passionate kiss with the woman she'd just met. Monica purred, "What do you want to do with me now?"

Denise was at a loss, but far too horny to turn the thirty-eight-year-old down. Then, she noticed Fezzi lying down at watching the two women from the side. "Would he...do it again? Can I watch?"

Monica's eyes widened. "Oh, you dirty dog," she smiled, though of course the thought of fucking Fezzi was rather common for the older woman. She'd never done it in front of someone before, and certainly never on top of someone. She said, "Fezzi, come!"

Denise shivered, half-expecting the cougar to refuse, yet sure enough, the massive St. Bernard came padding over to find the two woman draped over the recliner, Denise's legs bent with her feet on the floor, the cougar's knees straddling her on the upholstery. The dog paused, not used to seeing two delicious cunts beneath his master's tail. "Up!" Monica commanded, but the dog, for once, ignored her for a more pressing matter - or rather, smell.

Yip! Denise squirmed at the sudden intense pressure at her aching pussy as the massive male gulped at her canine spade. Surely he could smell her heat and was drawn to it like a fat kid to cake, his nose grinding up against his master's wet cunny, while his tongue squished between the pizza girl's folds. "Hey!" she yelped, but was pinned beneath the weight of the woman.

"Do you want him to stop?" Monica groaned, pressing back against her dog's nose so that he burrowed more deeply into the coyote.

"H-he's a dog," Denise whined.

"Who knows how to please a woman," added Monica.

"Nnnngh!" was all the reply given as the coyote gave in to her taboo desires, spreading her knees apart for the St. Bernard. Huge, wet tongue made her pussy bulge with each forceful lick, smoother and more powerful than the cougar's tongue. She didn't believe anything could have felt better than her first time getting eaten out, but Fezzi had the old girl beat, guzzling eagerly at her heat-scented mound.

"Good boy, Fezzi," Monica purred, her hands cupping and teasing the coyote's breasts, before she leaned forward and kissed Denise, muffling her cute coyote calls. The dog's tonguework was sloppy and slid up to the cougar's slit, though he didn't delve into his master. He was too busy stuffing the bulk of his tongue into his horny bitch.

Until he pulled his tongue back with a loud squelch. Trembling and whining, Denise said, "He stopped..." Her eyes widened as she watched the huge dog put a giant paw on the upholstery, lifting himself up. She gasped, "Is he gonna fuck you now?"

Monica nodded with a smirk, knowing just how much the thought was turning Denise on. She hiked her feline tail, looking over her shoulder at her dog and saying, "Up, boy!" She was presenting to the dog like a bitch in heat, and she had the smell to prove it to Fezzi.

Denise shuddered as she watched the huge brown-and-white dog climb onto Monica's back, pressing the woman even tighter against the coyote's body. The coyote could feel the cougar's cunt squeezed right up against her spade, their wet pussies clenching against each other. Denise would be able to feel every thrust once the St. Bernard penetrated his master. Denise braced herself, wrapping her arms around Monica.

Tugging tightly on the cougar's rump, the large dog pulled himself forward, the mounting a little difficult. He'd taken her draped over the recliner before, but now she was a little bit higher up, and despite his size, Fezzi was having trouble adjusting. Which is why when he finally found what he thought he was looking for, it was Denise who gasped. "T-too low!" she yipped, feeling the dog's drooling dick poking her throbbing spade.

Monica gasped, and tried to push herself down, saying, "Up! Up!" to her dog. But the St. Bernard didn't get it, and saw no reason to stop. His fat cock was nestled up against a canine's soft, squishy mound, just like he was made_for. Just an inch or two below Monica's eager pussy, Denise's was laid bare as Fezzi grunted and _thrust.

Suddenly, and without warning, the young coyote was stuffed quite full of canine cock. She'd had no time to prepare for this. The 'yote was just starting to wonder whether she was a lesbian when her lover's dog humped straight into her, taking Denise's virginity in one, firm jab. "_Yelp!_H-he..." was all she could say before her voice gave way to plaintive, trembling moans.

Monica watched in horror, her own aching hole pressed so close with the coyote that she could feel_that thick, red shaft sliding effortlessly into her, a pleasant tingling in the cougar's crotch. "Bad dog!" she yowled, trying to get the St. Bernard down. She tried to lift herself up and back, to dislodge the huge dog, but he was too heavy and too strong, pinning the puma onto Denise, who was ever further trapped by the weight of _both. The poor 'yote had no choice but to bear it as the big dog pumped her ragged body, the recliner squeaking loudly with each thrust.

"Help!" Denise yipped, her pussy nothing more than a plaything for the oversized puppy. Fezzi jabbed up and into her, her pliable vulva stretching tight around the dog's enormous cock. After months of refusing to touch her boyfriend's oft-offered dick, the eighteen-year-old was clenching around an entire, feral cock.

"I - I can't!" Monica gasped.

Denise clenched her eyes shut, her legs spread wide as he plowed her into the chair, drooling on the cougar's back. He had no idea he was doing anything wrong - as far as he could tell, he was just mating his master as he had many times before. "H-he can't get me pregnant, can he?" she gasped. She'd heard stories and rumors of women giving birth to litters, but they were just stories, right? She of course knew that coyotes and dogs could crossbreed, but Fezzi was a feral.

"No - no," Monica gasped quickly. Coyotes and dogs were different species, right? She knew from her research that two-legged or four-legged didn't matter - he could definitely knock up a two-legged dog, but coyotes were more like foxes, right?

"Th-thank God," Denise groaned, ears twitching at the wet splop, splop as her loins met with his thrust after thrust, completely unaware just how compatible she was with the enormous canine. "It hurts..." she whined.

Monica hushed the young 'yote. "Pretend it's me fucking you. Just you and me, Denise."

"O-okay," the pizza girl yelped, tears in the corner of her eyes. Monica wrapped her arms around the pinned teenager and kissed her, hard, on the lips. Denise tilted her muzzle and kissed back, remembering the pleasure of such a moment not long ago. Feminine tongue entwined, swapping saliva, their ample breasts heaving against each other.

"How do you like that?" the cougar cooed, trying to change Denise's frame of mind.

"More," the coyote whined, sliding her paws up to touch their breasts. Monica was glad to oblige, making out with the young woman until Denise could almost forget what was happening to her. Her spine tingled with the shock of each joining thrust, but the sensations through her upper body were convulsing down her young form. "Monica!" she gasped in pleasure. That her pussy was just a tight hole for the St. Bernard to penetrate was lost on the addled girl's mind.

"I'm the one pounding you," the cougar purred, "my cute little coyote. Such a tight girl..."

Pretending helped, and Denise moaned, grinding up against the sexy feline. "Fffuck," she groaned as Monica timed her own humped with those of her dog. It didn't take much for Denise to imagine it was Monica with a huge, fat cock between her legs, spearing the inexperienced young woman. "You're so huge..." she whined.

"And I'm gonna make you my whimpering bitch," Monica growled, digging her fingers into Denise's shoulders. She was starting to get carried away, the dog's huge cock rubbing between her own legs, even if she was just experiencing it second hand, pressed against Denise's mound. "You're all mine..."

"Harder!" Denise yipped, putting away what was really happening from her mind. She stared at Monica's face, ignoring the St. Bernard's satisfied grin just behind. She pushed up against the cougar with all her strength, driving her wide-spread cunt all the way around the big dog's cock. He grunted as he hilted inside her. Denise should have known what to expect next, but as much as she'd read about knots, she'd never really thought about it before. Besides, she was fucking Monica, really. In her head.

It felt so right. The "cougar" barely fit, but just seemed made just for her, leaving Denise whining and bucking her hips, even as her tight coyote cunny started to stretch out around the giant dog. She'd been in heat dozens of times, suffering through the urge to breed, too scared and uninterested in her boyfriend to do anything about it. But now, feeling safe in Monica's arms, the young woman held her tail to side, her wet loins clenching hard around the huge doggy cock, blissfully unaware of just how defenseless her unprotected womb was. Heavy thrusts tugged on Monica's hips, but drove Denise into the recliner, the loud squeak of straining metal ringing in her large ears. In only seconds, Fezzi had tied himself to his untried bitch, but he was still growing. "Oh God...Monica..." Denise moaned, her spade swelling beyond all reason, bulging around that monstrous cock.

The older woman was overwhelmed, her own slit squished up against Denise's wet, distended pussy. She humped downward, her pussy lips parting as they cupped that swollen grey spade. But it was the heat of the encounter that left her panting, her long-haired St. Bernard on her back, tugging away at her curvy rump, the delicious coyote pressed firmly against her rigid, trembling body. She couldn't help but kiss Denise again, tongues wrestling, her hands roaming and grasping the younger woman's pert breasts. "I'm gonna cum..." she yowled, speaking for herself and for Fezzi, too.

"Do it!" Denise whimpered, saying under her breath, "What a way to lose my cherry..."

Monica inadvertently dug her claws into Denise's arms as she let herself go, gushing her wet fluids directly onto the coyote's straining spade. While the cougar shrieked in orgasm, her shuddering body triggered her faithful companion. With a loud, low WHUFF! the St. Bernard slammed forward, his balls quivering against his 'yote bitch, tip poking straight into Denise's innermost wall and last line of protection. Her vagina was so stuffed by dog-cock that his first, gushing ejaculation blew through her cervix, splattering her fertile womb. He bred her shamelessly, unbeknownst to both women, coating her many eggs in life-giving seed.

"Monica!" Denise moaned, still trying her best to ignore the plain truth that she was getting off by getting fucked by a dog. Her tight cunny clenched around the huge canine cock, greedily gulping up every drop. She could feel his balls tensed up and spasming against her tail, launching stream after stream into her heat-primed pussy. Her second orgasm nearly left her passed out beneath her lover, knocked up, warm, and sticky.

When she cleared her head, Fezzi was already turned around, sealing the deal with his fat knot, still pumping away as he serviced the mother of his first litter. Now it was all the easier to imagine she was fucking Monica, and the two women embraced, making out furiously for the next five minutes until they were left panting and ragged. But Fezzi still needed another ten minutes to finish up with his knotted bitch.

"Same time tomorrow?" Monica spoke sweetly.

* * * * *

Every night, Denise was ready to take that last call of the night - a large supreme, hand-tossed delivered to 341 West Bell Street. She started to suspect the guys were wondering what was up, but she was always happy to take the late order, so they let her do it. She fucked the cougar senseless, but always ended up tied to Fezzi, then sharing the pizza with her lover. She'd immediately broken up with Benny, which was for the best when she missed her monthly heat.

That was a long conversation with Monica. By then, of course, she'd raised her tail for the St. Bernard dozens of times, and it only seemed fair to do the big boy a favor and carry his litter. Denise lied to her mother, even as her belly grew three sizes too big, six healthy pups clogging her coyote belly, her teats starting to poke out along her belly. Most guys tipped her less once she was obviously pregnant, but she always got the big tip that she needed at midnight.

"I can't wait for our little puppies to be born," Monica grinned, lying on her back beneath the eighteen-year-old, her paws roaming the coyote's enormous belly.

Denise was rubbing the cougar's thighs, on all fours, but it was Fezzi that really had her attention, lapping eagerly at her wet, proffered pussy. "Up, boy! Come to momma..."

"You ready to move in with me?" Monica purred, licking Denise's swollen teats.

"Y-yes," Denise groaned, her tail held to the side as the huge dog mounted his pregnant bitch.

"You don't think they'll suspect? You "give your kid up for adoption" and move into a house with six newborn puppies? Your mom is going to know."

Denise yipped as she was once again penetrated by the young, virile St. Bernard. "Yeah. But I don't fucking care."