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The Novaks didn't need a holiday to justify a little gathering for family and friends alike. A feast hardly needed a special occasion, and that was exactly what they'd prepared for their guests after several hours spent working in tandem in the next room. The smells pouring out of the foxes' kitchen were enough to get the three waiting wolves salivating. Nash, Molly, and their son Avery sat around the table along with their fourth guest, doing their best not to look too famished while they waited. Not that they could have possibly spooked their other guest easily. A horse of her size wasn't afraid of much.

Sharon sat sipping her tea calmly, happy to wait for dinner for as long as the foxes needed to make everything perfect. The golden mare was on her own for that particular gathering, though she didn't seem to mind. Her expression was one of contentment and patience. Avery glanced over at her now and then. The young wolf was home from his first year of college, trying to figure out how he was going to spend his summer with his parents without going crazy. Maybe someone his age should have been thinking about all the hot college girls or boys back at school, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Sharon. She might have been twice as old as him, but that just made her all the more fascinating to him, if a little mysterious. Just what did she do all day? She'd been married at some point, even had a kid around Avery's age, but neither partner nor offspring were present for that feast.

The arrival of the platters interrupted his meandering train of thought. Donna led the charge, followed closely by her husband Matias. The fox couple was beaming, similarly slim and curvy to the point it wasn't immediately obvious who was whom. Their lean forms just made the heaping plates look all the more oversized. A clack as they set everything up on the table, and up went those covers, revealing the steaming meal they'd prepared for their guests. Roasted chicken and at least a dozen side-dishes were on full display, their flavours clouding the air with delicious-smelling steam. Mat held his arms out like he was a stage magician and he'd just revealed his big illusion. Their daughter Abby followed shortly behind with a tray of her own, though not with the same fanfare, rolling her eyes at her father's display.

"Do you have to every time?" she fussed.

"How else will they know when to BEHOLD?" He gave that some particular dramatic flair, and she just sighed again, provoking a grin. "You missed me."

"Uh huh."

"Anyway. Do help yourselves, ladies and gentlemen. We did our best to accommodate as many tastes as possible."

"As long as there's meat I'm happy," Nash joked, the stocky wolf leaning forward, reaching out across the table before his wife elbowed him in the ribs.

"Not yet, dear."

"Why not, we're the guests!"

"Well, maybe we ought to let the vegetarian among us eat first?"

There was a silence, at least until Sharon realized they were all looking at her. She chuckled and waved a hand.

"Oh! Nah, no need. I'll eat whatever."

Just to prove her point, she made the first move, stabbing a fork into one of those lovely slices of roast meat and plopping it onto her plate. She knew everyone was doing their best not to stare but she had to feel a little amusement at the disbelieving looks they were giving her across the table, so to make herself more clear, she sliced a bite and ate it right in front of everyone.

"Mmm. Delicious work, you two," Sharon said after she'd swallowed.

"All the credit goes to Donna. She's like a wizard!" Mat joked, and the vixen near him only smiled softly.

"Hmm. Can I be a ninja? I have always felt like more of a ninja."

"Maybe in bed."

"Gross." Abby took her seat, to Sharon's right, and went ahead and started serving herself since nobody else was bothering to move.

"Right, I suppose it makes sense that you wouldn't be picky," Molly observed, the wolfess looking over her own folded hands at the big horse. "I heard a few rumours going around about your, shall we say, appetites."

This time it was Nash's turn to elbow his partner.

"Is that ... I'm not sure if that's very polite, honey."

"Oh, it's fine. We're all friends," the wolfess insisted. She sat up higher in her chair, energized by the juicy gossip as surely as if she'd just been struck by lightning. "In fact, didn't you used to be married, a long time ago? I don't mean to pry, but ... did you ... ?"

Nash gave his wife a look of utter disbelief. All the confidence in that big gruff wolf faded away in favour of blushing embarrassment, the sort that kept him from even saying anything. Sharon didn't mind at all though. Her smile betrayed just a little enthusiasm, as nonchalant as could be.

"Oh, the wifey? Cocked her! You know how it is."

Avery jolted like someone just punched him in the gut. He turned towards the mare and let his jaw drop. Did she just ... casually drop that without warning? Could she even say that? Like, there probably weren't any laws about talking about that sort of thing, and his mother did ask, it was just ... he was not remotely prepared for her to say it like that, or for the dawning realization of what that statement implied. Oh no, and then he was picturing it, or trying to at least. Just how did it even work? His spatial imagination was failing him, struggling to figure out the proper angle and proportions. He'd never met Sharon's wife, but surely she must have been pretty small, right? Just how much of a stretch was it? Or maybe this was all some sort of joke, because such a thing was obviouslyimpossible. They would have laughed at him if they knew he was getting turned on thinking about it. He pulled his chair in a little closer to the table, just to make sure the bulge of his filling sheath wasn't visible.

"Mmm," was the first comment on that statement, and it came from Donna. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, taking on an almost pleasured expression at such a revelation. Her posture slumped, and she let the thought roll through her body as much as her mind, showing off those thick, motherly curves beneath her apron. She stopped just short of moaning out loud. "Such an indulgence. I might have done it myself, if I was equipped like you."

That earned her a glance from her husband, though his cheerful demeanour never broke. Molly planted her elbows on the table as she leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a sultry rumble, almost growling as that interest made her forget all about being polite.

"I knew it was true. That's what I said when I heard it." A thought occurred to the wolfess, and she tapped her lower lip with a finger. "Now, I don't mean to imply anything, but ... I noticed Robin isn't in attendance today ..."

That was enough to make Nash's eyes open wide with horror. He reached out as if to grab his wife and pull her back, though he stopped short of such a drastic action, and instead just settled into his seat, wiggling uncomfortably. Sharon didn't take any visible offense to the notion, though she scoffed.

"Oh, the boy? Nah. He's lazing about at home. I figured I'd give him a few days rest after the exam period, but I'm putting his butt to work soon!" She cleared her throat when she noticed how people reacted to that. "Figure of speech. Now, let's not gape around here all day. Don't let the Novak's lovely cooking get cold! I can always pull it out later if you wanna see it."

Donna's eyes lit up with lusty mischief. "Hm. That could be fun! I have been curious, myself."

There Avery went again, nearly getting blown out of his chair by the impact of Sharon's words. She threw them out as if she were describing the weather, not something so lewd he could barely even comprehend it. Suddenly he wasn't very hungry anymore, though he did his best to nibble on his portion once everything was all dished up. He didn't want to call too much attention to himself. That would have meant he couldn't steal the occasional glance over at the mare. He couldn't see anything below her waist, unless of course he got creative. It might have been incredibly obvious, but he gave his fork a shake, acting like he'd had a spasm in his hand, flinging off a chunk of roasted potato, sending it tumbling to the floor beneath the table. He wasted no time diving down after it before anyone could say anything.

He didn't manage to see much. The mare's skirt concealed the details. But there was no garment that could possibly hide everything she had, letting him get at least a glimpse of her heavy set. The outline of an equine sheath and a truly massive pair of balls was visible beneath the green fabric, and he lingered down there for as long as he thought he could get away with, coming up even more flustered than before. His fur might have hidden the blush, but there was no concealing his utterly mesmerized expression. He wanted to know more, and he didn't know how to ask. All he could do was finish up his dinner in hopes that a full belly would make his head stop spinning.

"You okay there, champ?" Nash patted his son on the back once the young wolf pulled himself up from under the tablecloth.

"Yeah. All good. Lost a tater," he babbled, giving a few too many nods.

"If ya say so."

He had to do something about it. He was going to lose his mind. Maybe he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and rub one out at turbo speed, he thought. His knot was fully engorged. It didn't usually get that hard unless he was actually cumming. He almost was. One slip, one rub against the inside of his underwear in the wrong direction, and he would have ended up blowing a load in his pants. It was agony. But the good kind. He had to sit and stew in absolute lust, knowing the keen canine noses around the table were probably going to notice the pheromones he was putting out. Now and then Sharon caught him looking at her, and her warm smile just made it even more of a struggle to sit through dessert, no matter how good the pie might have been. He was throbbing where he sat, suppressing his own whimpers with every pulse, all that desire, all that lust fuelled by the single burning question: what did a cock big enough to eat someone actually look like?

It wasn't until after dinner, a full hour of his dick standing tall and pumping out pre later, that he actually got his answer. Somehow, his parents offering him an alcoholic drink wasn't the weirdest thing that was happening that evening. He'd certainly had a few (dozen) drinks in his first year of college, but they didn't have to know that, and they definitely didn't have to know about his fake ID. Everyone was looking a little more sparkly than usual. He saw a twinkle in his mother's eye that he recognized well. She was going to start saying things she really shouldn't have, wasn't she? Similar was the little glint in the nearby vixen's gaze. Donna was far too buzzed to sit normally, and so she'd taken to erotically sprawling herself over an armchair, one long leg dangling over the side like she was posing for a painting. Yet as enticing as she was, there was only one woman in the room who had Avery's full attention. Sharon's sultry little smile had grown just a little wider thanks to a few glasses of red wine.

That sweater of hers was so casually thrown over her top half, hanging off one of her shoulders. Similarly loose-fitting was her skirt, slowly sliding up her knees as it struggled to conceal her equine endowment beneath. Her arousal was growing, little by little. Avery really didn't care if he got caught staring anymore. He refused to take his eyes off her for anything, looking so deeply over her features that he could have drawn her from memory, observing every twitch of her muscles, every fluctuation of her expression. From pleasantly buzzed, to mildly, yet increasingly flustered, the horse was getting turned on by nothing in particular. He saw her nostrils widen, saw her bite her lower lip, but no matter how closely he was watching her, he still wasn't ready for her to suddenly lock eyes with him. It felt like she was reading his mind, and he had to slap a hand over his mouth to suppress the whimper of surprise. He kept his palm in place after that, because it wasn't going to be easy to stay silent while she scooted down in her seat, reached down to grasp the hem of her tenting skirt, and gave a little puff of relief as she lifted it right up to reveal her everything partly-hidden beneath.

"Nnf. Don't mind me. Looks like I'm feeling it tonight. Could use a little air."

Avery was in pretty dire need of some air himself, mostly because he was holding his breath the whole time. He gasped out his tension once Sharon sighed her way into revealing that titan of a cock. Maybe it wasn't quite as big as he was imagining it, but then, he'd been picturing something the size of her entire body. How else would it be able to swallow people whole? Of course, it was only semi-firm, flopped out of its sheath and on display. Even mostly soft like that, Sharon's plump horse dick was swinging about somewhere near her hooves, plapping against her inner thighs from the vigour of unveiling it so quickly. The young wolf bit his lip hard enough to make him jump up in his seat and yelp. Apparently he'd forgotten how sharp his own fangs really were. The noise and movement was enough to make him the centre of attention at least for a moment, despite the dramatically casual reveal of Sharon's truly impressive endowment. She was looking at him too.

"Now, I don't suppose you'd be interested in helping me out with this, would you, Avery?"

"Uh!" he shouted, or maybe barked.

"I don't mean to be so direct. Well, maybe I kinda do actually." Sharon chuckled. "I just couldn't help but notice the way you've been looking at me for most of the night. It's very flattering."

"Is it?" Avery stammered.

"Of course! I guess you've never quite seen something like this before, have you?"

She emphasized her question by hefting her cock up in two hands, giving it a squeeze near the base. That was enough to make it stir to life more rapidly, twitching in her grasp, starting to stretch and expand as the dark colour went lighter, the loose skin pulled taut and the veins beginning to pop and bulge along the surface of that blunt, imposing spire. Her tip stretched out into a rounded flare, and a thick ring pumped up near the middle, going firm along with the rest of her shaft. That was a better match for those supremely heavy balls swinging between her ample thighs, though it still wasn't fully hard, curved over her open palms, rising a little more each time she rubbed it. Avery wasn't even thinking about how he must have looked, licking his chops like that. He was entirely fixated to the point the world blurred around him. It took him a while to realize she was waiting for an answer.

"Uh, no. I can't say that I have. It's so ... cool-looking."

He wished he could have come up with a better compliment, but that was the best he could think of in his current state.

"Well then." Sharon leaned forward. "Maybe you should help me out a little. I could really use the relief. It's been a while."

Before Avery could respond, the mare straightened up and glanced to the other wolves in the room.

"If your parents are alright with it, of course."

Nash didn't say anything. He immediately looked to his wife to see what she might think. Molly was busy knocking back another glass of red. She wasn't sipping anymore, just drinking deeply, chugging it down. Only when her glass was totally empty did she bother to answer, and with little more than a resounding shrug at first.

"What? Why are you asking me? The boy's an adult! Do whatever you want! Have funnn!" she drunkenly exclaimed, waving that mostly-empty wine glass all around, splashing the last little drop on her husband. He flinched and then just gave a noncommittal hand motion.

"Yeah, uh. What she said."

Avery was going through a lot of firsts tonight. He never thought he'd get actual permission from his parents to play with their friend's cock. But he wasn't thinking about it too much. He wanted to touch Sharon, to feel her heft, to stroke along the texture of those veins. He wanted to taste her too, though he'd have to be patient. His legs felt heavy when he stood, but he valiantly fought through the shakes in pursuit of his goal. He knew everyone was watching him acting like a dumb horny teen, but he didn't care in the slightest. Wagging his tail as he approached, he stood right in front of Sharon, his hands clasped behind him, looking like a soldier at attention. His cock was rigid enough to keep his posture straight. As much as he would have loved to just grab hold and slobber all over that beast of hers, he really had no idea where to start. He gave her a curious tip of his head.

"Where, um, where should I touch first?"

"Oh, whatever you want really. It just needs some attention in general."

That didn't help him much, but it was all she gave him. He was going to have to figure something out. He raised his hands like he was dealing with a wild velociraptor, trying not to provoke the stiff rod before him. Then he eased forth, tiptoeing along, reaching outwards like he was in some sort of zombie-like trance. It felt just as good beneath his fingers as he'd hoped. So smooth, so glossy, yet textured with those veins. His first stroke was a modest one, but his second was anything but. He had to feel everything. Running his fingers along those bumps, those rings, those bulges, he examined every single detail, working softly at first, but more firmly with every second that went by. She gave him a few little huffs and snorts when he squeezed, but otherwise she remained passive, leaning back in her seat, her arms up behind her head while he worked his way down towards her sack.

"Don't forget to knead those too. I love a good ball-rub," she gently urged.

He didn't answer, caught up in the haze of desires that came with kneeling before that great big horsecock like it was a shrine. A little bit of drool hit his chest as his tongue flopped out from his mouth, his rapid panting puffing steam out over the big fat bowling balls the mare had for nuts. They were nearly as heavy. He hefted the right one up in both hands, and just jiggled it a few times. That provoked a gasp from her, and he stopped, letting that heavy orb drop and bounce, wobbling her whole sack. When he shot her a worried look, thinking he'd hurt her, she just shook her head.

"Oh, keep going. I just needed this more than I thought. I'll tell you if you get too rough with them."

That was reassuring enough that he pressed in deeper, massaging her balls the same way he might have rubbed her back. She soaked in his cute, curious kneading, even closing her eyes some while her cock stiffened up and stayed stranding firm just above his head. A bead of precum formed there, glistening, streaming down until it was stretching from her shaft. He watched it dangle and swing above him, then followed it like a lure. Cupping his hands beneath that thick stream, he caught it in his palms and just held it for a time, considering its consistency, the warmth on his bare hands, the scent of mare lust wafting up as it ran through his fingers. Then he licked it all up, lapping doggishly, soaking his hands in his own saliva as he messily took in her flavour for the first time. It was enough to make him outright moan, tilting his head back and letting that indulgent sound out while her taste coated his palate.

"You want more, hon? Just one thing first."

Sharon didn't move from her slumped-back spot, still reclining and relaxing as she spoke. Her gesture was like casually tossing something away, but her words were firmer than her body language.

"Take off your clothes."

That was enough to finally break him from his horny stupor. He froze to the spot, his tail twitching then going still. When he turned back to look at his own parents, who'd been watching the whole thing, he just got an impatient shrug from his mother.

"What are you looking at me for? You heard the lady!"

Nash just raised and lowered one shoulder with a bit of a smile. Avery was the one who got the mare all worked up in the first place. Her arousal was his to deal with. The room was filled with an expectant silence. He didn't want to let everyone down. So while he was shy to reveal his own hard cock, especially with Sharon's right there making it look so small, he did as he was told with a little huff to himself, working awkwardly to hop his way out of his outfit piece by piece. That meant letting his clothing pile up on the ground until he had kicked his way out of his underwear and thrown it with the rest. His knotted shaft was impressive, at least. It was regular size for a wolf, but it was firm enough to outright spray precum by that point. Not a few seconds of standing there naked and he had already misted over his belly fur. Sharon stayed where she was, though she did beckon to him. Something as simple as curling a single finger was enough to make him weak in the knees, rattling like a treehouse in a storm, coming ever so close to just crashing down facefirst on her cock. Instead, he touched.

There was still that urge, that deep-rooted desire to slobber all over her shaft and worship it like he would a living goddess. The feeling of being watched made him restrain himself, but he was still able to mostly mentally block everyone else out while he massaged his way to the tip of her cock. That meant smearing his hands through more precum. If it could even be called pre anymore, for just how thickly viscous it was. It was clinging to his hands, stretching between his fingers, squelching as he kneaded and admired her mushroomed flare. The rhythm of her pulsing need accelerated with his every stroke, her cock flexing and expanding, thumping much like his own drumming heart. It was all building to something. Maybe she'd blow a load right in his face, right there in the foxes' living room. He touched and slipped and soaked her scent into his fingers, until he felt the sudden pressure of her cock gripping around his hand. One caress too close to that broad slit at the tip, and he found himself caught, gripped tightly by the constricting grasp of her shaft while it easily overpowered his instinctual tugging effort to escape.

"Put your other hand in," she told him, and he did, without thinking. Squelch.

All was immediately tighter. Sharon's dick hugged hard around Avery's hands, wetly squeezing around his wrists, keeping him from pulling out. He even tested it, yanking backwards, curious just how strong her cock really was. He wasn't thinking about the danger of what he'd brought upon himself. Even when that prime horsecock started pulling him inwards, he just watched with an awed expression. It wetly slurped like a mouth, making what sounded like slobbery noises as it gulped along his naked arms. There was power to that constricting tug dragging him into the humid, slippery insides of Sharon's shaft, but the smooth inner surface gliding along his fur and skin was enough to make it comfortable all the way down. Only when she pulled him inwards hard enough that he lost his balance for a moment did the gravity of the situation really dawn on him. He got out nothing more than a brief gasp before he was muffled by that same slit that had swallowed his arms entirely, smacked facefirst into that slightly-stretched opening, feeling it slickly enveloping his muzzle as easily as the rest of him.

"Mm, there you go boy. Now for the slide," Sharon murmured, barely audible.

Gasps rang out, though muted. Nash looked to his wife, and she just shrugged again.

"Look, the boy's gotta learn somehow. If he didn't realize what kind of hungry beast he was awakening, that's his own problem."

"Right, yeah, of course." Nash nodded to her. "Quite the appetite you've got there Sharon, heh."

As if in response, the mare's nuts gave a deep, wet gurgle much like that of an empty stomach. The resounding rumble rang out through the room, and none heard it more clearly than the wolf smothered deep in her scent and juices as her slit overcame his chin and throat.

"Nnh. 'Scuse these noisy things of mine.."

"What was that?" Abby couldn't help blurting out.

Sharon didn't mind the blunt question, answering back just as directly.

"Oh, you know how it is hon. My balls are hungry."

The vixen blinked.

"They can get hungry?"

"In a manner of speaking." Sharon gave a shrug. "Maybe it's more of a horny thing. Maybe both? I never really thought about it too much. All I really know is at this rate, I don't think I'll be able to walk out of here without churning someone up."

Considering it, she chuckled to herself.

"Horngry. Hah."

Abby scooted forward in her chair, leaning on the edge of it. That movement made her acutely aware of just how hot she was between the thighs. She'd sort of had a crush on Avery before. He was kinda hot in a dopey way. Like, she would have let him fuck her, but didn't feel an especially urgent need for anything of the sort. But seeing him disappearing down the massive spire of horsecock, getting devoured whole by that lusty older mare's dick, that was something worth gushing about. She wasn't about to just start masturbating right there in her own living room with her parents present, though she was thinking about it at least. Abby was going to have to settle for slowly rocking back and forth in her seat, letting the friction of her soaked panties gliding over her swollen pussy lips be stimulation enough to tide her over until she could get some sort of release. Watching the show like that, she was liable to go off without warning, finding herself only getting hotter and hotter, until she could feel her horny juices trapped against her thighs beneath her bottoms. She knew she could have worn a skirt.

Sharon's shaft squeezed down on the young wolf's face, pulling him to the tips of his toes with the force of her hungry cock-gulps. There was no need for her to do much of anything. She remained relaxed and luxuriant, splaying her arms out wide, sinking into the chair while that cute boy sank down her dick. Nobody was moving to stop her, and Avery certainly couldn't squirm his way free if he tried. He wasn't trying. Instead, his wiggles were of a different variety. Every sloppy constriction all around his shoulders, his chest, it meant getting close to his engorged shaft. He let his arms stay above his head like he was coming off the high dive, pinned together by the pressurized slurping. It only got easier for Sharon, speeding along his slightly round belly, squishing in on his freshman fifteen until she finally reached his waist. The wolf was ready to howl once he felt his knotted dick schlurp right up into the mare's fat shaft, getting subjected to the same squeezy massage she'd given the rest of his body. Instead of anything impressive, all he managed were a series of faint gasps, muffled and drowned out by the steady gurgles from below. They were only growing more intense the deeper he delved towards her sack, and everyone could tell.

"Ooooh, getting noisy," Donna called out, imitating her daughter's intrigued posture. The scent of her lust was potent enough to make her husband sniff the air, though his breath stopped short when she suddenly seized hold of his crotch, taking out her pent-up arousal on him, fondling his bulge as if she owned it. "But can she go all the way?"

It definitely sounded like she was daring Sharon to swallow that cute young college boy. The mare's demeanour didn't change much. She remained relaxed as she finished her meal off. The gathering got to see Avery's hind end up in the air as her cock twitched towards the ceiling, bringing the wolf's legs with it. Sharon's dick stood stiffly vertical while Avery's paws waved through the air, flailing about not in desperation, but in blissful submission to his impending fate. They didn't get to see his wagging tail, but they caught a glimpse of his curling toes as orgasm hit him hard. He spurted all over himself as he slipped down that shaft, shaking and writhing until he finally dunked down into the musky chambers that waited for him below. His audience heard a splash as his weight settled down into her sack, sagging those fat orbs down to the floor with a heavy thud. The bulge of wolf descended down Sharon's veiny shaft until there was nothing more than a faint outline beneath the horse's stretched skin, her cock tightening back to its regular shape with a juicy glssh, still as hard as ever.

"Oh fuuuuck ..." came Abby's grunted cry, almost sounding orgasmic. She folded her arms tightly under her bust as if she were chilly. "What happens now? I mean ... I don't imagine there's a lot of air in there, and ..."

She wasn't usually one to trail off at the end of her sentences, but she really had no idea how to phrase something like that. The implication was enough. Sharon finally sat up, taking her time to pry herself off that comfy chair, huffing a little as her balls sloshed around with their new occupant.

"Oh, you hardly have to worry about that sort of thing. It won't be long."

To demonstrate her point, she clenched her balls up tight around her prey, hugging around the bulge of the wolf with a deep, decisive glorp. That was only the start of the noise. Her nuts stirred up a squelching symphony of sloppy splashes, deep rumbles and churns, and a steady schlick schlick schlick as she converted the curious wolf to cum. Abby couldn't stand it. She wasn't going to just sit there and listen to that wolf melting down into horse spunk any longer. A hands-on approach was much more her speed. She ignored the looks her parents gave her when she leapt up to her feet, even if she could feel their gazes on her back. Biting her lower lip, she spoke more to herself than anyone else.

"Fuck it ..."

Despite the words not being meant for her, Donna couldn't help but overhear.

"You sure, Abby? I mean. I won't stop you."

Abby didn't answer. She was already striding over, drawn in by the sight, the sound, the scents. Maybe dropping to her knees and shoving her face in a pair of prey-bloated nuts was a little forward, even slutty. She didn't care. Getting that mare musk in her lungs was the most important thing to her. She pressed her nose between those balls, urging in to see if she could feel the wolf's form in there. There might have been a little of him left. She couldn't tell what part of him it was. Just a lump of slushing something. It wasn't moving, but for bobbing along with the heavy motions of Sharon's loudly churning balls. Abby couldn't possibly have known if that was Avery anymore. It probably didn't count as him either way. And all the while, Sharon's sack was weighing down heavier, fattening up, in a sense, with the cum she was making out of that cute, eager boy, converting him a little more with every clench. He was little more than a horse's cumshot in the making, and Abby absolutely loved that thought.

"You do know what you're getting into, right?" cautioned her dad, and she just shot a glance back and shrugged.

"What? It's not like she's still hungry. It's been, like, five seconds since Avery took a spunk-dive. Pretty sure she'd explode if she went for another."

Abby turned her attention to Sharon, who shot her the same warm smile as ever, betraying no reaction to her words. Instead, she just raised a hand and beckoned the young vixen closer. Her flare gave a heavy flex, expanding outwards while a thick gob of pre spurted from the tip, glazing over the upper few inches of her dick, streaming down its sides to make it extra shiny. The scent was already enough to make Abby drool, and she leaned towards the source as a moth does to flame, though the mare raised her palm at the last moment.

"Let's not ruin those nice clothes of yours. And just think how nice it will feel to smear this mess all over your pretty fur."

Abby couldn't argue with that. Undressing for her was an automatic reaction. She didn't even think about where her clothes ended up, kicking them aside once she'd stripped right down to those naked curves. It didn't matter who could see her, naked and dripping, lusting after all that horse cock. She wanted its touch, she wanted to feel it throbbing against her bare fur. Sharon gave her a nod once she successfully unburdened herself of every single thing she was wearing, and Abby swept in, wrapping her arms around that whole dick to give it a hug of sorts. That meant pressing her body up against that spire, feeling it turgidly pumping against her, beating at twice the rhythm of her heart. She treated it like a stripper pole, grinding her pussy against its length, streaking her juicy need up and down that horsedick as the pre rained down from above. It got in her fur, in her hair, matting it down with pure horse scent, and she loved the way it felt sinking into her. Part of her knew that all Sharon's extra productivity was the result of melting Avery down to jizz. And that just made her feel all the hotter for wearing it.

By then Sharon's balls had smoothed over and gone uniformly heavy again. They were heftier, rounded, and plenty noisier than they'd been, hanging lower, almost reaching the floor. Her cock twitched every time she pumped out another spatter of precum, thick and hot, splashing between Abby's ears then running down her back. A little thrust let her enjoy the feeling of the vixen's body against her shaft, rubbing from belly to breasts to face. Though she knew well she could have even more. All it took was scooting back a touch and she pointed her dick right towards Abby's face, just in time to spray out an extra-messy splash of pre to give her a fresh facial. The mask clinging to the vixen's features was enough to equal an entire cumshot from someone of ordinary size and productivity. Like, say, Avery. But that was just the warning sign, the output of Sharon's enduring lust while she idly stroked the base of her member. A smack of her lips and she caught the fox's attention.

"How about you give me a kiss, sweetie? Right there on the tip ..."

Sharon's flare gave a bulge right in sync with her request, expanding outwards as she leaked another heavy dose of pre, letting it slide down and coat that flat head in a fresh layer of clear, musky mess. It was the perfect enticing offer for an eager vixen tongue. Abby didn't hesitate. She knew no one would stop her. No one could stop her anymore. Not when she was singularly fixated on tasting that thick juice clinging to the horse's dick. She ran her tongue along that slit, drinking down the taste right from the source, and then dug deeper, moaning her way into a deep makeout session with the mare's cockslit. Abby kept her tail swishing while she shoved her tongue straight down Sharon's dick, plunging it back and forth as if fucking it, then curling it to drag out all the taste, the juices, the intense, entrancing scent that had so enticed her in the first place. She needed more, needed to be deeper, needed to fill her mouth and every sense with that perfect, velvety mare musk, until it was all she knew. Her mind was too broken to think beyond that, and she didn't even react at first when she got her wish.

This clench was even more sudden than the one she gave Avery. Sharon snapped up the vixen with an intense flex, her balls giving an anticipatory gurgle, pulling up tight for a few seconds before bouncing back down with a heavy slosh. The twitches running up and down her dick made her bite her lip, holding back the orgasm building inside her. A little less control and she would have blasted Abby right across the room, maybe even plastered her to the wall with a firehose torrent of mare cum. But she knew it would be even better to keep feeding her sack, to let the pressure and satisfaction build and build, until she couldn't stand it anymore. For then, a few deep breaths, and she was calm again, slumping down into her seat as before with a horsey snort and a soft sigh. She had her prey. All it took was letting her dick do its thing, swallowing as if by instinct, gulping around the soft curves of all that vixen, squishing her shoulders, her breasts, her trim middle in the process of turning her into cockfood.

Every inch that squelched into the mare's cock came accompanied by a resounding gulp that sounded as natural as if it had come from a regular throat. That cock had a gullet of its own, so to speak, and it was devouring the young fox, soaking her in precum while she wriggled her way down Sharon's dick. The walls hugged tight, slipping and sliding along Abby's naked body, massaging her, kneading her, squishing down hard on her tits to make them bulge beneath the skin of that big fat mare cock. It swelled with lust as it feasted upon the fox, swallowing her towards those cum-stuffed nuts, letting her swim in a scent that only grew thicker the deeper she went. Her legs gave a kick as Sharon's cock slipped across her sex, nudging her clit before just bathing her pussy in the potent juices within that shaft. From there it was all twitching tail and curling toes to let the audience know how she felt about the position. She made plenty of noise on the way down, but it fell on her ears alone. Sharon could feel the vibrations and the hot air of the vixen's gasps and cries, but she didn't pay them much mind. They could have been anything from orgasm to complaint to desperate plea, and she was content to eat that pretty fox with her dick all the same.

The moment came when Abby's hips were perfectly framed by that hungry cock. Her lifted tail served to expose every single detail of her soaking wet slit. Even from the couches, the onlookers could see her need. Her scent was warm, her lips were glazed with lust. If ever there was an offer, or even a cry for help, that was it. And it was Donna who stood up first. Sharon even let her cock rest for a moment, suppressing the urge to just pull that fine vixen rump inside and schlurp it down with the rest of Abby when she saw the older fox approaching. Donna took her daughter by the ankles, and for a moment, all the air seemed to leave the room, the tension rising when it looked like the mother vixen might have been about to defy Sharon's appetite, and attempt to drag her daughter right back out of that hungering mare cock. It was nothing like that. Instead, she spread Abby's thighs, dipped deftly in between, and introduced her daughter to her tongue, lapping up those oozing juices with a few long, firm slurps. Her grip remained tight once Abby started squirming and kicking in near unbearable ecstasy.

Abby had no idea it was her own mother who was pleasuring her. All she knew was that agile canine tongue hit her in all the right places, warmly plapping up and down her folds before digging right inside. A few slick plunges was all it took for her to absolutely erupt. Even shoved deep down the mare's dick, inches from her balls, that cry was at least slightly audible on the outside. She screamed her bliss before erupting in her mother's face, squirting a juicy orgasm that left the older vixen wearing a splattered mess of heated fem-cream that trickled down to soak her top. Donna's response was to kiss her daughter on the clit and withdraw, unbuttoning her wet vest to let it hang open over her shirt beneath. Then she licked her lips, and took Abby by the ankles once more, stepping back two paces. A squeeze, a rub of her feet, and she gave Sharon a nod. Though she wasn't just going to stand by and let the mare consume her daughter all by herself. She was going to help.

One firm shove sealed the deal, as if it wasn't already inevitable. A good push helped Sharon pop those hips right in with a satisfying schlorp, lightly outlining the shape of the vixen's round rump in her dick, feeding it down towards her sack as her balls sagged lower and lower. They jumped up with every clench, then jiggled back down with a heavy glorsh as more and more of Abby fed down into their humid confines. The vixen was barely squirming anymore, caught up in that afterglow, wriggling a touch when the walls of Sharon's cock rubbed against her tender clit. Donna moved away, watching with her back rigid, looking like she was inspecting the mare's efforts. Of course they were all more than satisfactory. One gulp and then another claimed Abby's thighs, bumped over her knees, slipped down her calves. Once Abby was just a pair of paws protruding from a horse's cock, Donna nodded again and turned to join back with her husband. Or at least, that was her plan, but she was left instead to softly smile at the debaucherous sight before her.

"Into our guests already dear? You usually wait until you've had a few more drinks," she teased once she spotted the fox locked lips to lips with the wolfess.

Nash sat nearby, his expression furrowed, though not out of any disdain or disapproval. He was trying not to moan or pant, the bulge in his pants serving as an obvious indication of how he felt about his wife making out with a slimmer, more talented man. He rubbed at his own thigh, coming just short of jerking off to the sight of it, as if he thought that might somehow be impolite in the present company despite everything he'd witnessed. He had one eye on the pair beside him, though he made sure not to miss the final swallow that sealed away the young vixen's fate. A little grunt escaped him as Abby fully descended Sharon's bulging cock, splashing down into her nuts to swim and slosh amid the cum that churned there. It was thicker than any jizz she'd ever felt on her fur, clinging to her, submerging her, soaking her in a scent so potent she was ready to black out after just a few seconds.

On the outside, she was just another bulge, settled mostly into Sharon's left nut, making it hang down bigger and heavier than the other while it compressed around her body to massage her into a subdued state so that she got softened and digested into musky cream like the wolf before her. That was probably at least partly Avery himself sloshing around over her naked body, but he was indistinguishable from the rest of the fresh horse spunk stuffing those plump balls taut. Soon she'd be a part of that growing load swelling and weighing down Sharon's sack, ready to be gushed out in a climax that only built and built every time she gurgled at her prey. Those tingles ensured she stayed erect and ready for whoever wanted to touch or taste her next.

"Ungh, I can't stand wondering! I have to know."

Molly jumped to her feet, escaping from Mat's groping grasp, though he wasn't far behind, slipping up alongside her and wrapping an arm around her hips. The wolfess leaned into him a moment, and then she marched.

"I need to taste it," she went on.

"You're very welcome to," came Sharon's gentle voice, only slightly strained by the growing tension tightening her swollen balls. One slosh at a time, and she converted another member of the gathering to a heavy load of horse cum, all pent up in her sack, a little preview of the eruption to come trickling out in the form of gob after gob of translucent fluids.

She didn't even have to tell the wolfess to take off her clothes this time. Molly discarded everything she had while she approached the mare. A wiggle of her hips and she slid free of her dress, letting it crumple to the floor. It wasn't cheap, but she didn't care. Nor did she give much thought to where her bra landed as she skillfully unclasped it while striding towards the monolith of carnal heat and musk. Her panties were a little trickier, and she hopped along, shaking that matronly rump, until she finally just stopped in place to tuck her thumbs into the thin band about her hips. Mat met her hands there, clasping tightly, pressing into her fur and curves to take a deep knead of her ass. He was shirtless by then, his pants bulging, his belt unbuckled. Pressing the outlined shape of his arousal against her lower back was his casual way of showing her how turned on he was while he helped her with that last garment. Once that lacy pair was around her thighs, she lifted a foot to drag them down, leaving him to unzip and wiggle out of his bottoms so that he could follow her in stripping from his undergarments, offering a rigid canine shaft to rub through her fur.

Donna still stood nearby, and she folded her arms at her husband when he shot her a sly look. It wasn't disapproval on her face. She wore a small, competitive smile, making a show of how unimpressed she was.

"Hm. If you're going to get frisky with the neighbour right in front of me, I do hope you're prepared to put on a show," she urged.

"I wouldn't dream of disappointing you, dear," he teased back.

Seeing her like that was enough to make him grin, and that broad expression stayed on his face when he turned back to see how Nash was taking it all.

"Don't worry big guy. A little fox cock isn't gonna break her," Mat assured him.

"Heh heh. Probably not ..."

Nash couldn't think of a better response than that. That portly fellow hadn't moved from his seat. His breath was all caught in his throat, and his eyes were wide to take in every detail. His jaws locked tight in a growing grin, and his pants were bulging to taut around his dick the button on his fly was hanging on by a thread. That sly fox winked to the wolf and then gave a jab of his hips against the wolfess, turning his attention back to her. Nash could only huff and lick his lips, lustfully nodding his approval. A glance around at the state of his present company and he finally decided to start fiddling with his pants, awkwardly fumbling with the button as he tried to pry it loose. That continued until Donna made her stride over to him, slumping down on the cushion beside him to throw one arm over his shoulders and the other across his belly, reaching down to assist him with the dexterous movements of two fingers.

"Let me help you out a little. I know how hot you are for seeing the wifey have a good time. Let's see how hard you are already." She huffed, breathing hotly in his face, pressing closer and closer, slipping her digits into his pants. "Ooooh, my. A big one, aren't you?"

She made sure to emphasize that loudly so that Mat would hear. He just chuckled a little, not minding the teasing one bit. Besides, he already felt plenty small compared to that huge tower of horse dick standing up in front of him. Once he and Molly alike were completely naked, he took to guiding the wolfess forth towards her prize, glazing her fur with his own precum all the while, jabbing against her lower spine. He was making a mess of her, smearing his liquid lust from her silvery booty to the middle of her back, though such a paintjob could hardly compare to the splattered mess she instantly became as soon as she made contact with the overflowing juices running from Sharon's hard dick. Molly pressed her face against that slit, giving the danger no mind, painting a mask across her face as those mare-scented juices squished and squelched across her features, filling her mouth, her nose, dripping from her matted cheeks. Her hair was ruined, unfurled and sticking to the back of her neck, her fur was soaked in that heady scent, and it all just compelled her to press in deeper, kissing up against that cockslit, licking it clean, finding her work undone between every slurp when Sharon spurted out yet more pre, milking it from the churned up wolf and vixen packed down in her weighted sack.

"Unnngh, god, you're just ... mmf." She moaned a while as she slathered herself in the taste of Sharon's essence, letting it be her second skin as it coated her features, and dripped down her tits. An urgent bump of her rear against the fox behind her and a stiff flag of her tail were indication enough of her need. She couldn't even growl it out, instead settling for a whimper. "Nnn, just take me, Matias ..."

"Gladly."

He wasn't going to refuse the offer of some red hot wolf pussy, no matter how much it might have annoyed his wife. She'd make him pay for it. She was already fondling at that wolf, while Nash sat as if paralyzed by the idle handjob, spurting some pre up onto his big belly. He was panting, drooling even, his eyes wide as he watched that handsome, feminine fox mounting his wife from behind. Mat took Molly by the hips, then gave her tail a tug, producing a muffled yip from her mouth as she immersed herself in mare prespunk. She was busy lapping it up and gulping it down, captivated by the musky flavour spreading through her senses, but she certainly felt it when that fine fox pushed his dick inside her. He might not have been as big as her husband, but he knew precisely where she was most sensitive, rubbing and grinding within her as he delved deep into her cunt, nipping her on the ear in the way he knew she liked before drawing back and planting his palms on her lower back.

"Harder, you damn fox!"

"Harder it is."

He beamed, and threw himself forth, giving her a hard thump with his knot. It almost slipped inside her right there, but instead sent her body lurching forth from the impact. She stumbled and then fell to her knees, forcing Mat to fall with her if he wanted to stay inside. Somehow, the fox managed, and with elegance too, gliding along behind the wolfess. Molly gave a bump of her hips, testing to see if the fox had managed to keep up with her, though she ended up regretting it slightly when that meant bashing her pussy up against his knot all over again. That was a little more pleasure than she could handle right about then, and she muffled her scream between Sharon's balls, letting the sound be drowned out by the heavy sloshing from within. Once she was there, she couldn't help but find herself fascinated by the noises that pair was making, leaning in and pressing a perked ear to the surface of Sharon's sack, twitching her tail every time she heard one of those aggressive churns working over the gurgling load packed deep down in those prey-stretched nuts. Molly had to wonder if there was anything solid left for her to feel, or if those two fine young canines were already completely erased by the whiteout of horse spunk.

"Mmm ... I can feel them sloshing. These things are full, Sharon. I can't imagine the mess you're going to make. Glad this isn't my party."

"We'll deal with that when we get there," the mare replied, relaxing as the wolfess got humped up against her sack.

Mat was rutting hard, especially when it seemed like Molly wasn't even paying attention to him for a while. It wasn't meant to be any sort of insult to his technique. She was just distracted. His wild pace snapped the wolfess out of that mesmerized state, making her straight her back and gasp out as he thumped her with his knot, again and again. That engorged bulb was strong enough on its own to lift Molly upwards with his every thrust, making her rise from her knees and grind her whole body against the mare's balls as she went. A hand on the back of her head ensured she stayed smothered, her nose and lips pressed taut against the glossy skin of Sharon's sack, immersed in the warm scent she was putting off. The mare always smelled nice, but her lusty, heavy-nutted state meant she had more of a musk than usual. It was intoxicating enough to keep Molly sniffing, filling her senses with that lewd perfume, wetly licking soon enough. She was slobbering on Sharon's balls, really. Avery would have been embarrassed to see her then, but there was nothing left of that young wolf but for the weighty jizz stuffing that maresack full.

Eventually Mat guided her to her feet again, plunging that quivering wolf cunt until Molly's legs were shaking. A lick to the back of her ear put him in good position to whisper his spicy teases.

"I wonder what your hubby's thinking, watching you get fucked by someone else, right up against the same dick that churned up your handsome boy?"

Molly whimpered, but not for any sort of disapproval. It was almost too much, but the words, the thoughts made her clench down hard on the fox's dick, almost forcing him to cum right that very moment. He clenched his teeth and hefted Molly up by the hips instead, making her stand straight just so he could pin her against Sharon's cock, leaning his full weight against her back, squishing her tits and muzzle alike to that meaty spire. Molly could hardly breathe anything but mare musk, but she was content to live on that for all she cared, grinding her body against Sharon's shaft while the fox rutted her as hard as he could. He might not have been as big and strong as Nash, but he knew how to please her, and getting richly intoxicated on mare scent just meant she was all the more susceptible to that pounding pleasure. She was contracting more rapidly with his every stroke, lapping up the juices that poured down from Sharon's tip, or letting them cascade down her breasts to coat her body in that enchanting aroma of freshly-churned mare juices.

"I need more. I just wanna ... drink it all. You can cum in my mouth for all I care, Sharon," she huffed, her eyes shut so she could focus more on her other senses. That meant she didn't see the mare shake her head with amusement.

"That's probably not the best idea. I can feel the pressure getting pretty high. Glad you seem to like the taste, though."

"I do, godddd ... " she moaned, before giving a sudden yip as that fox knot hit her right where she needed it, making her tremble around his dick, threatening to squirt for him at any second. "And you ... don't pull out. Don't even think about it."

"I won't," he simply said, a more devious smile spreading across his lips. "A wet wolf pussy like that deserves a good cumshot."

He kept his hand on the back of her head, digging his fingers into her hair, shoving her against the mare's cock. Once Sharon leaned forward just a little, that meant he could pretty much use Molly's head as a cloth to wipe up the mess dripping from that flat tip. He turned her pretty face into a matted mess, masked in precum that slopped down from her features in stretching strands, snapping off while she panted, drooled, and slurped above all. She didn't care about the danger of licking that open cockslit. It was gaping just slightly, perhaps stretched from her previous prey. The thick bead of welled-up juices sitting there was far too tempting for Molly to resist. She leaned right in and curled her tongue into that musky treat, smacking her lips and drinking it in. When more replaced it, she kept on swallowing that watery cream right from the source. It might have only been precum, but it was plenty satisfying anyway, soaking into her palate to leave a lingering imprint on her taste buds. Watching her lick and worship like that was only spurring the fox behind her to fuck her all the more unsteadily, getting wild, pressing on the back of her head harder until all the pressing and shoving meant pushing the wolfess' face directly into that open cockslit. Even he couldn't have said if it was accidental or not, lost in the slapping frenzy of pleasuring his neighbour's wife right in front of him.

It wasn't even the loudest thing in the room, but everyone heard the wet pop of her muzzle slipping past the slight resistance of Sharon's cockslit to schlup inside. She didn't get the same momentous clench as the younger two, though the mare certainly put some pressure around her snout, holding on tight while the fox's thumping fuck-strokes eased the horny wolfess into that broad slit, one slurp and suckle at a time. The sound of her head slipping into the mare's cock was like that of all the water running out of a drain, and it only got wetter from there. Sharon's shaft was much more lubricated than it began, inside and out, meaning Molly slopped along smoothly, hardly pausing in her descent as the fox knowingly fucked her straight down the horse's dick, not stopping for anything. He kept her bent over, feeding her into Sharon's stretching, bulging shaft, the wet plap of his balls against the wolfess' butt mixing in with the thunderous gulps of that marecock claiming yet another meal. The snort and nicker that came from Sharon was the most acknowledgement she'd given her prey yet.

"Ahhh ... Molly," she teased the immersed wolfess. "I've definitely thought about doing this to you before. Even better with that cute hubby of yours watching! What do you think, Nash? She's gonna look pretty great sagging my nutsack down low, isn't she?"

Nash gave a heavy whimper, but it wasn't a sad one. He was still pulsing, spurting, shooting precum straight up in the air to splash down on his open pants and his exposed gut. Donna didn't give him any more than the slow, casual stroke, keeping him at that peak, at that edge to the point he couldn't move a muscle. All he could do was slump down against the back of the couch and watch that foxbutt going back and forth, stuffing a little more of his lovely wife straight down Sharon's cock with each thrust. That knot caught firmly enough in Molly's sex to tug her back out a little, though the mare wasn't letting go easily. Every time the wolfess inched her way towards freedom, Sharon's shaft tugged her inwards all the harder to make up for it. That hungry dick swallowed like any gullet, kneading inwards with a force much like peristalsis, compressing all around the older wolfess' curves. Just because her balls were getting fuller didn't mean she couldn't handle another fine, shapely meal to churn.

"Keep her going, Mat. Fuck her right down. I want her alllll," she insisted, sitting up at last to be at least slightly more proactive, thrusting back to sandwich the wolfess between the force of two horny partners working their hips in near-unison.

"Nngh ..." was the best Mat could do for a reply.

A big lunge of his hips and slurp went Molly's tits. He fucked her in until her slightly-bulging belly was slipping over the precipice of oblivion, the shape of his knotted dick pushing back and forth beneath her light belly fur. He yanked back, making sure his engorged tie wasn't fully locked within her, unless he wanted to go on the same musk-dive she was taking. Popping out, he used the rest of his cock to hammer her soaking pussy, slapping her with knot and balls alike while he fed her to that monolith of equine meat before him. A little growl escaped the feminine fox, his tail swishing then lifting, tense from tip to base. He curled his toes into the carpet, clawing at it, and then gave a final pump to unload inside the wolfess, bare and unprotected. He might have knocked her up on the spot, the moment that first drop of fox cum filled her womb. But it wasn't like it was going to matter, as that hungry horsedick clutched tight around the wolfess' waist.

Mat pulled out just in time to keep from getting sucked in by the constant kneading. He made a creampie of Molly's pussy, spurting the last ropes of his load all over those glistening lips, and then stumbled back, panting, swishing his tail. Sharon stroked up and down her shaft, letting the contractions of pleasure drag her prey down that tight tunnel. Leaning back on her hooves let her point her dick straight up towards the ceiling, her balls flopping down to the floor with a thud and splash of their creamy contents that sounded like heavy ocean waves. She ran her fingers along her glossy shaft, fingering it like a flute, pleasuring herself as she finished devouring the wolfess. A rigid pulse of her cock made her fling those protruding legs upwards, flailing Molly about as she dripped with fox cum. Her hips vanished to make for a wiggling bulge, and then it was just a matter of slurping her legs inside. Sharon reached up and pressed her palms to the pads of Molly's paws, pushing her down, impatiently squeezing to finish her off and get her sloshing in her balls sooner rather than later.

Once she'd tucked those paws away, and treated everyone who remained to the sight of that shapely mother wolf descending down a horsecock as little more than a curvy bulge, she sighed. The impact of Molly hitting bottom, diving headfirst into the spunk that used to be a fox and wolf alike, left the mare wobbling back and forth a while, arching her tail, snorting, neighing. Then she sighed, and gave the tip of her cock a few pats. It was leaking pre like a faucet by then, pumping out a steady stream that soon reached the floor, accumulating as a pool beneath her. She looked down at the mess she was making and gave a little 'oop!' before just shrugging her shoulders and setting back to slowly stroking at her dick.

"Sorry about the splatter. Guess I enjoyed all that a little more than I thought." She bit her lip as soon as she was done speaking, tensing up from nose to tail, snorting out as she caught herself from going over the edge into orgasm all of a sudden. "Mmmmm, that's good stuff ... such a lovely, soft wolf she is to churn and melt."

Her balls added to the conversation with a heavy glorsh and glrrrrn around their occupant,schlorping heavily as they massaged the captive wolfess down to horse jizz second by second. She went from semi-distinct bulge to just a bit of uneven weight distribution in the mare's nuts, evening out with each splish and glorp as she simmered down to thick, nut-stuffing marespunk. With balls that big, she wasn't going anywhere for a while, content to balance on her hooves while her sack did all the work for her. Her cock remained as firm as ever, and her slow, careful massaging was enough to keep her teetering on the edge of climax, oozing, spurting, shooting some precum as far as the couch where the 'cheating' couple snuggled close together. Matias finally turned his back to the well-fed mare to regard his wife and the shy wolf.

"What'd you think of that, hm Nash? She had such a tight pussy ... and I got last dibs on it before she got turned to horse cum."

"Hfff ..." was the wolf's reply. He didn't not like it.

"Mmmm, I thought so," Donna teased. "You know, I could always tell you wanted me, too. I bet you've thought about rutting me while you were fucking her, haven't you?"

"Mmf ... I ... guess," was Nash's faint reply.

Donna wasn't having that. She pressed a finger below his chin and tilted his muzzle up, looking deep into his eyes.

"You guess?"

"I mean ... definitely, yeah. A lot. More than I ... should have, probably."

"Mmmm, gooood. That's what I wanted to hear. And it doesn't matter now, does it? Your wife's creamed. And I'm gonna make sure you cum inside me."

She slipped a leg over him, lifted the hem of her dress, and leaned in to smother his muzzle with her tits. That was enough to get her grinding her naked sex over his knotted dick. She wasn't wearing anything beneath. Had she been without any sort of underwear all through the whole dinner? Maybe. Or maybe she'd slipped them off when no one was looking. Either way, she kept rubbing, schlicking those silky lips up and down that knotted spire, provoking some moans and grunts from the wolf as he tentatively raised his hands to grasp her hips. She took him by the wrists when she noticed that, guiding him until he was holding her ass. Only then did he take a bit of an indulgent squeeze, though he made sure it didn't last too long. Slipping upwards, she gave a soft laugh, resting her pussy against his belly, leaving his cock to pump and spray a mist of precum, aching for more than just her touch.

"Dear, do me a favour?" she spoke over her shoulder to the other fox. "Go ahead and get him warmed up for me."

Mat took that suggestion in merry stride. "I think he's gonna blow in my mouth with how warm you've got him already!"

By the horny grin on Mat's face, he didn't mind the thought of that happening at all. He sank down to his knees, leaving his back to the mare's towering cock, getting beneath the wolf and the vixen in his lap. Nash squirmed some at that, but Donna remained sitting on him, smothering him in foxtits when he made a cursory protest.

"I, uh, I dunno if I ..."

"Oh, I think you do," Mat insisted. "You know, I've wanted you too."

That was enough to make Nash quirk his head in Donna's cleavage.

"You have?"

"Of course I have, you wolfy stud," Mat teased, licking his chops. "I wanna know what a big guy like you tastes like ..."

Nash gave another whimper, followed by a long, grunting sigh of acceptance as the tension vanished from his body. Donna pressed on his shoulders, making sure he stayed exactly where he was while her husband went down on him, giving a wet lash of tongue that started at his balls, and streaked up to the very tip of his shaft, slipping over it like an expert. He engulfed that wolfdick in his mouth down to the knot without so much as flinching, worked it from cheek to cheek, getting it nice and slick with his own drool as he sucked the flavour out of it. There was a trace of Donna's own alluring taste clinging to that stiff shaft too. Nash let his expression slip into the gaping, drooling look of a very pleased canine while he got his dick sucked by his guy friend. He always knew Mat was the sort who didn't shy away from looking feminine, but he never expected something like this. Nor that he'd like it so much.

"Oooh. Okay. Yeahhh... " he sighed. Whether he was really into guys or not, he couldn't deny how good those lips felt wrapped around his shaft. "Keep going."

"Now don't get overzealous, dear," Donna warned. It might have been gentle, but there was something very slight in her voice, a little hint of something imposing that meant her words were to be taken seriously. "I'm taking his cumshot tonight."

"I wouldn't worry about it." It wasn't Mat's voice. He was busy. Instead, it was Sharon, as she casually joined the scene after a brief rest, reaching down to grasp the fox's ankles.

It wasn't easy to bend down with her cock standing stiff like that, and it was even harder to stand up again once she was down. She didn't have to anyway. Pointing her dick straight for those helpless fox paws, she tugged them until they were dancing along the glossy surface of her dick, casually guiding them to her slit to bathe them in the precum she was making out of her three fresh-churned nut-meals. When he squirmed a little, she tugged some more. And nothing about that was gentle. She wasn't waiting for this one to come to her. Sharon pulled him and dragged him off the wolf's dick, raising his legs into the air, planting his paws against her tip until they popped inside to be subjected to the telltale clench. Once that hot inner flesh was locked around his ankles, there was no pulling back out.

"Ooooh my," Donna moaned, reaching down to boop the wolf on the nose. "Looks like the two of us will be getting more time together than I thought."

She took her husband's place, enveloping the wolf's well-primed cock in her folds, slipping down until she was sitting on his knot, her pussy quivering around his inches. A little growl escaped her as she got herself comfy, showing him her teeth. He had fangs too, but the nervous little grin on his own face was hardly a mirror of her dominant expression. A slow, steady bounce of her hips thumped him to his core. He found himself forgetting about what was happening to the other fox. The vixen was his sole focus, and he took hold of her hips all the tighter than before, squeezing deep into her ass as a newfound wave of confidence overcame him. He fucked that luscious woman while her husband got devoured by the horse just inches away. She didn't ignore him entirely, sparing a glance at Mat while he got dragged along the floor, tugged smoothly into the confining embrace of Sharon's hungry dick. Well, peckish at least. She would have been more than satisfied after cocking three people in a row, but the chance to top off her meal and pump her nuts full of even more preyspunk was one she couldn't resist.

"Ohhhh, that's a good cock, too. Nice and thick," came the vixen's pointed praise, her tail lifted high to ensure Mat could get a proper look at that wolf dick pumping in and out of his wife's cunt while she rode that chubby canine with the force of all her pent up need.

Of course it gave Mat a boner. He already had one, even so shortly after cumming in Molly, but he was even harder while he watched that talented vixen working her curves up and down on that lazy wolf's knot. She knew precisely how to move, how to pleasure a guy. Nash could barely stand it, his eyes partly shut but open just enough to watch her bouncing tits. A steady thump of her rump to his hips kept him plunging into her, his knot stretching her wider and wider with a dull schlick. It could hardly compare to the sheer noise Sharon was making while she slurped the fox down her dick. She couldn't stay silent anymore. Her cock was working faster, harder, clamping down on the fox's form so tightly as to leave his feet feeling slightly numb as they delved down towards her weighty sack. The heat only helped add to that, ensuring that for as hot and embarrassed as he was, getting cocked and cucked all at once, forced to watch Donna ride that wolf to climax while Sharon's flared shaft slipped over his waist, he could still get somehow hotter.

The pressure on his balls and knot was enough. As soon as he felt that kneading, urgent swallow pressing on the engorged bulb, he fired off near instantly. There wasn't much bucking and thrusting he could do when he was hip-deep in marecock, but he huffed his way through climax, spurting out of Sharon's slit before she slorped her way over his belly and kept him immersed. That meant spraying the last few ropes of his extended orgasm on the inside of the mare's shaft, feeling himself slumping, giving in, exhausted by pleasure and heat alike. He kept his head up, even as Sharon made her way up along his middle, then gripped at his chest with that musky slit. One last glance up at the vixen and the wolf let him see her reaching climax, giving that telltale understated huff and twitch that was far more subtle than her pleasure. He watched her erupting around Nash's knotted cock until she sank down to engulf that bulb and complete the tie, ensuring he got every single drop of his spunk inside her bare pussy, completely unprotected. And then there came the last slurp and gulp that made him tilt his muzzle back, pushing his mouth and nose forward, letting them be the very last thing Sharon swallowed down, sealing his head within her gulping depths, pulling him towards the pit of cream that gurgled like a witch's cauldron somewhere far below.

"Mmm, enjoy your stay hon. I'm gonna keep this wolf warm. And swell up with his pups while you're just a thick white splatter," Donna teased him as he slipped away. He only just barely heard it over the gurgling, but it was enough to make him blush in silence. He got even hotter when she continued. "Just think of all we can do for ourselves once we empty out those college funds ..."

"Oh my, how naughty," Sharon chuckled amid a sigh as the fox slipped down into her sack, splashing into the immersing load that awaited him. "Ahhh. I really had a great night tonight. People aren't always so ... accommodating of my urges."

Donna gave a slow, pleased nod. "It's been worth it just for the show. How are they feeling in there, dear?"

Sharon thought for a moment, rubbing the base of her cock, then reaching down to knead at her balls. There were some vague shapes there, wriggling and pushing out as her nuts burbled and glurnnnned. They were softening over with every sloppy sound, helping the horse smooth her nuts over to a round, taut pair resting on the floor, pulling up tighter and tighter to form perfect spheres while they melted yet another canine.

"They are just wonderful," she huffed. "I don't always indulge that hard ... but I know the release is going to be even better for all the edging. Speaking of ..."

She stopped to consider for a time, teetering on her hooves, hefting up her sack in both hands then just letting it drop with a massive slosh and splash of the gurgling contents. There was still something solid pressing out on the walls here and there, but no recognizable details anymore. She regretted that movement pretty quickly, not just for how close it came to making her lose her balance and topple over, but for the extra pressure on her cock. A long spurt of pre shot straight out, soaring over to the newly-consummated couple and marking down their joining in a musky streak of watery approval. Sharon bit her lip and snorted, steadying herself with Zen-like focus.

"Nnnf. Okay. I don't think you want me firing off the cannon in your living room, and I didn't bring one of those stretchy condoms. I should probably... " She pondered, her tone growing a little more urgent, even if she remained polite. "May I use your bathroom? Specifically your bathtub."

"Oh dear," Donna chuckled, teasing Nash with a few bucks up and down on his knot as she spoke, making him whimper. "I don't see why not. I can't think of a better idea."

"Appreciate it," Sharon answered, and trotted off, as quickly as she could.

She didn't mean to be so curt about her reply, but her body wasn't waiting. Lust welled up within her until she could feel it shooting up her spine. Her hooves clopped through the trail of steaming-hot pre she left on the way down the hall, her balls bouncing up and down with all sorts of excessive sloshy noise. Biting her lip again, she threw her shoulder into the door, carefully manoeuvered her engorged cock through it, and then took her position. Once she was balanced there with her dick pointed straight at the empty tub, she could finally relax. A deep sigh was all it really took, though she made sure to massage it out with a few slippery strokes up and down her shaft, working from the base to the very tip, giving her flare a squeeze. Then she planted her hands just below her medial ring, pumped hard a few times, and let all that accumulated pressure come rushing straight back up her cock as her balls finally let their load free.

The feeling started from the very base of her taint, making her twitch and tense from the waist down. Her tail shot straight up, her ass went tight, the pressure on her prostate enough to send a mighty tingle right down to her hooves. That was enough to make her stomp, losing control of her muscles while that surging heat worked its way from beneath her tail, to her clenching nuts, to the very bottom of her dick. She could hear the activity really stirring up in those final moments. Churning was hardly the word for it anymore. Her sack was aggressively rumbling with a deep, bassy resonance like an erupting volcano. It lasted less than a few seconds, but everything slowed down for her, leaving her locked in that perfect anticipatory feeling of tight, electrifying ecstasy as the big fat load of horse cum pumped up her rapidly flexing shaft, stretching it out with the sheer volume rushing towards her tip. Her cock jumped up and down while she accelerated towards the big blast, and she threw her head back with a toss of her hair, clenching her eyes shut as the climax took complete control of her, for just a second.

The relief was as good as the pleasure herself, leaving her nickering as her cockslit bulged with that broad, glue-thick torrent of marespunk, all churned up fresh and hot by her prey-melting nuts. Closer, closer, tense and quivering, expanding, rounding out with the massive load ready to gush from her shaft, and then, at last, SPLURT went that fat mare dick. That first salvo hit the back wall of the bathtub with a truly lewd SPLISH , splattering straight towards the ceiling. It was copious enough that Sharon could hear it shooting out, splorting from her dick, making her whole body recoil from the force of firing off shot after shot of rich horse cream. It rained down the far wall, trickling over the edge of the tub. She managed to get some of it on target, but there was plenty more clinging to the walls, the ceiling, or running over the edge and splashing to the floor. She snorted and whinnied as she squeezed her cock tight, milking it all out, surging, gushing, unloading every single drop she'd churned up thanks to all those melted friends and their offspring. Cock-bulging shots pushed up from her nuts before exploding outwards from her flared tip, hardly coming in ropes so much as just giant gobs, buckets of steaming hot horse seed soaking everything in front of her. It ran down the shower curtain. It glistened upon the floor. And as it accumulated in the bath itself, it began worryingly swaying up near the edges, threatening to overflow and flood the entire room.

Only then, after cumming for half a minute straight, maybe more, did the panting, sweating horse finally feel her orgasm trickling down to a dull tingle and slight ache in her taint. Jizzing out literal gallons took a lot of effort, and she was left to catch her breath and stagger, leaning on the sink for support as she carelessly slopped the last few splats on the floor before her cock softened and thumped down against one of her thighs. The sound of the drain struggling with the viscous contents of the tub faded out after a few seconds. No way was all that spunk draining. She'd done her best not to outright flood the room, but she'd certainly painted it in her scent. Cum ran around her ankles as it streamed and pooled on the checkered floor. Her cock softened and shrank up into her sheath shortly after, though she could feel the extra girth, the extra heft and length added thanks to feeding it so well. Even more fattened up by the indulgence was her sack, swaying heavy beneath the hem of her skirt, still swollen and round, still pulling up and clenching a little to make sure she got every single drop pumped out before she fully softened. A few last little spits of misty pre trickled down her shiny thighs, or dribbled down her prey-fattened nuts as they jiggled beneath her skirt, leaving her less burdened than before but still lugging around a pair of cumbersome balls as the trophy to her four-course cock meal.

Stepping back, she shrugged at the mess and chaos she'd inflicted on the bathroom as she returned to see what the new couple were up to.

"Quite the party, Donna. Shame the next one will have to be smaller ..."