Beau's (very hung) roommate Isabelle

Beau was very hopeful for the endless opportunities that life was about to give to him after he had disembarked from the boat into a new, practically virgin island. Or rather, he was told about the possibilities that the island offered by friends, family and his professors back in his college classes after he had announced being accepted into the new town development project. Beau, if he had to be honest, could not care much less about work or anything else like that: he had known from the moment he had seen that sparkly, fresh banner for applicants back in his dorm that this place was an endless treasure trove of spots to chill, relax, sleep and to make friends. He could take easier classes since the new school and university was still being built, which meant the teachers were still adjusting and the classes were not as hard as they might have been in other occasions. Thus Beau had more free time than he knew what to do with for the first time in a decade. On top of that work was pretty much everywhere and generally very generously rewarded, given the lack of manpower in the island. Long story short: Beau was sure that he could spend a rather long while studying and working part-time just enough to fuel his passion for enjoying life and not worry about taxes and such. The incentives for new settlers did help and, although the look of that tanuki banker the moment he signed that ridiculous contract made him shiver, the impala still felt as if this was the right choice for his life. If it came to the worst case scenario he could drop out of college and pay off the debts before moving into a quiet spot somewhere in the forests.

And, precisely because of that damned tanuki, Beau had to share his first few months with a roommate just to make sure that his hard earned cash could be funnelled as much and quickly as possible towards his loans and be done soon. Sure, he'd have to bite the bullet for a while and avoid much of his planned lazing around, but if he did so, he'd have years to fully dedicate to that goal once he paid off the thousands of bells for the 'opportunity of a lifetime'. The young impala had a goal, a clear goal for the first time in his life and nothing else mattered. Well, maybe his future roommate's habits and how fast he could score a good job... those were both critical for his plans.

"Let's see if she's as cute and gentle as she appeared in the call the other week." Beau had made sure to have a chat with her first, partly because he was moving in with her and partly because he could still make changes to his lodging. If she irked him the wrong way at a simple video chat, he doubted he'd last long, but that hour felt rather pleasant and he stuck with her. It also turned out to be the right choice since a software glitch had cause the other students to be booked ten for a single bed. For them it was weeks of waiting, for him it meant weeks of even quieter life. "At least let her not be as insufferable as Karl..." He shivered in his sweater as he remembered that brutish lion he had to share his first room back when he was a freshman. "If I see one more pair of socks dangling from the door handle and have to sleep in the common room I'd rather spend the rest of the year in a tent out in the woods." He even had the emergency tent ready in the suitcase. It was mostly for camping but he could also use it to sleep out to avoid his roommate. That was the worst-worst case scenario.

From the docks to the small blossoming town it was a matter of minutes through a dirt path, but from the municipal building to the dorm attached to the new school /university, that was a whole other mess. No one had bothered to make street signs just yet, since the few that lived there already knew where everything was, also seeing as most of them had had a hand in building the town itself. It took a couple questions to random strangers and three times the effort to finally get to the dorm. The first building itself was rather basic, much like any other dorm he had been in or visited, however it had a number of pretty amazing elements that had made him opt for this instead of lodging in a hotel or in the tent. First, it was clean, spacious, maybe it had too much white and yellow but it felt cosy and welcoming, second: the building in front was essentially just for the reception and administration building and the dorms actually consisted of a series of small cottages with two or three beds each, furbished with all the items to live as if in a proper house, gardens in front and back to boot. Beau had fallen in love with the idea at first sight. Now he just had to remember which one of the cottages was his own because they were all identical outside and inside. Beau put down his bags and suitcase and took out the admittance letter he had received in the mail and searched again for the number of his place and again he felt as if he could not find it anywhere. Exhausted, the impala sat down on one of the benches lining the garden path beyond the reception and sighed, massaging his aching shoulders, looking around to familiarize himself with the place. It was almost exactly like in the pictures, only that there were more trash cans around, coffee and other automated vending machines tossed here and there under small gazebos and a dozen or so houses still under construction.

His half-formed idea of taking a coffee from the machine across the path, and maybe resting a little more until his feet stopped aching, were easily thrown out of the window as a yellow-furred ass appeared before him, barely five or six feet away from him. Said ass swayed left and right as its owner danced at the slow hum of a song through the speakers of the dorm, meaning that the impala was treated to a most unusual, lewd, shameless and impossible sight in the form of a fat pair of balls moving in tandem with said yellow-furred ass. Beau froze, too shocked to even think or complain about the improper behaviour as the dog before him bent down a little to pick up their coffee, baring by accident an equally fat spade nestled right above those balls, both trickling with water from the shower, literally steaming and dripping all over the place. He gulped and stared, heating up from second-hand embarrassment, eyes glued to the massive cock not even hidden by the melon-sized balls, a cock that almost literally reached the dog's knees. There was no need to make comparisons: that was the single most massive cock he had ever seen in his life, not that he had seen many outside of porn videos and now there was one right before his eyes. He had not asked to see it, he had no idea it even existed, but there it was, swaying gently, the fat hood covered in a thick foreskin, drooling almost more precum than what dripped from the swells of the herm's balls. Had they literally went out of their house, half naked, just to get a coffee?

Beau's brain kicked back into gear a while later, when the dog herm was gone but the trail of water was still steaming. He rushed to fix his pants in case his subconscious had done a trick on him and someone had seen him with a boner while he stared at nothing but thin air. Luckily he was safe, for the moment. He stood up and slapped his face, trying to wake himself up before looking around for the shameless exhibitionist, more in the hope of avoiding another embarrassing encounter than anything else. The impala sighed and took a deep breath: he still smelled them in the air, that sweet scent of male and female mixed together with fresh fur shampoo. He hoped not to meet them again anytime soon.

"Alright... uhm... time to get settled in, I guess..." Beau needed a moment or ten to get his bearings back together, finding that damned number at a first glance. "Ugh, now I see it? Gods I need glasses." He groaned, wishing he could go back and avoid having a slender ass and those massive nuts forever etched into his brain. Maybe having an exhibitionist around was not going to be as bad as he thought it'd be, if anything he could just close the curtains or not look above the hedges of the other homes. A lone 'at least the view is going to be a good one' escaped his thought and made him slap himself again. "No! Bad brain!" Beau was tempted to slam his head against a wall and banish the thought from his mind forever but he was tired enough to allow it to remain inside, at least until he unpacked all his stuff. "Building A3 here we fucking go." He took a grand total of fifteen steps to the right after taking a turn and then he stopped as the plaque stared at him right in the face. "Are you kidding me?" The impala groaned and stared at the cream white wall with a burning desire to bury his head inside. "Fffffffine... the only good thing is that I didn't have to drag the suitcase to the other end of the damn place." Beau took a deep breath, fixed his shirt and fur just enough to look decent and knocked. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. "Is she out?" Third knock. Again nothing. He frowned since she did say she'd be there the day he arrived. He even looked through the windows but the reflection of the sun was working against him. "Well, I'm going in, no point in standing in front of my own house like a statue."

The magnetic lock buzzed and the door opened smoothly, letting the impala have the first look at the inside of his temporary home for the next year: much like the outside, it was basic, with a nice paint job, two beds, two desks and private wardrobes in a small room to the left. He would have preferred a single room but the place was cheaper and cosier that way. It even had a living room with a small tv, a couch and a kitchen, very small, which made Beau's stomach groan at the prospect of a home cooked meal after all his suffering. His mother had even packed some of the good sauce she made at home. He quickly dragged all the luggage inside and found himself a little annoyed by the fact that he had to move his roommate's bras and shirts from the bed he was going to sleep in. The entire place also seemed to smell of sex, which evoked bad memories in Beau's memory, mostly focusing on him staring at a lion's ass as it moved back and forth on the table he ate his breakfast at. That was not the best of starts. Beau sighed and opened his suitcase when someone tapped his shoulder.

"I'm sorry but who are you?" The voice felt familiar enough but all the travelling and the ten hour boat ride had taken a tool, not to mention the incident from barely five minutes before, so Beau spent a good few seconds trying to think who would ever be in his room.

"Ah, you must be Isabelle, nice to..." He froze as the dog girl he had met online, chatted with and exchanged numbers, looked at him from her six feet of height, giving her a good five inches of advantage on the small impala. She was bigger than the camera suggested... in all areas. "... meet you...?" He took a step back and distanced himself, mostly because he noticed she had just come out of a shower and was wearing nothing but a towel around her chest. The towel did not cover much if he had to be honest, only hanging on the massive swells by the very end of her nipples, showing half of her tits and the wide areolas clearly. Then he took a couple more once he looked down and saw a now familiar shaft poking from the low end of that towel, a shaft that reached her knees and one he had seen earlier, albeit from the other side and not as closely. "Uhm..."

"Wait..." She squinted and stared at him, bending down just enough to make her breast push against the towel and make it fall. Beau was treated to the lovely sight of a pair of tits his second girlfriend, who happened to be the one most gifted he had dated, could not hold a candle against. The two H cups swayed gently, perky pink nipples pointing straight at the ground. He was getting harder at the mere sight of those mounds. "Beau?"

"Ye-ye-yes...?" He gulped and cursed the gods and all the administrators for putting him in the room with not just an exhibitionist, but a herm, and not just a herm, but one that he swore was borderline hyper. Another look at her cock as it swayed right there removed that 'borderline' entirely: his roommate was a hyper herm. "That's... uh, me?" The two stared at each other in silence, with Beau doing his best to lower his gaze and stare at the floor but Isabelle's disgustingly fat cock was big enough for him to see with the corner of his eyes. He had to turn his head altogether to avoid peeking. She gasped after a couple awkward seconds.

"Ohfuckfuck sorry!" She rushed to put on the towel, then put on another around her waist. "You can look, I'm not naked anymore." Beau sighed in relief and turned his head, dying inside as the massive swell of her package was still visible beneath a second towel and the head poked from the bottom. Gods she was monstrously big. Now he definitely had no way to make that image go away. "Sorry I didn't know you'd arrive today."

"I remember we had agreed on the date, September 8th, which is today." He had checked about a hundred times to be sure. Just to be sure he checked again with his phone and, sure enough, it was the right day.

"Today's the 8th?" Isabelle looked at her phone and groaned. "I thought it was still the start of the month! Crap!" She scratched her neck, her towel about to fall from that small motion. "Welp... sorry about that... classes have not started yet and I arrived here early so I kind of lost track of time. Between a new tv show, a lazy afternoon and a night spent gaming times does seem to fly faster." She pointed at a bed on which there was a laptop and an ungodly amount of snacks, dvds and whatnot. It looked like someone who was about to weather out the apocalypse and survive only on chips and fast food. She absentmindedly threw most of the stuff into a bin and cleaned up somewhat. Somehow the fact that her bed was messy was not too much of a shock, considering that she was going around practically naked.

"N-no problem..." He turned around and resumed unpacking. Even if just to avoid looking at the massive cock swinging between her legs. "Are you always naked like this?"

"What? Oh, oh well... yes." He died inside a little but his body seemed to only heat up more. "I mean I was alone for two weeks and I got comfortable in my fur so I stopped wearing anything below my waist." She chuckled. "Less laundry to make and... I can let this bad boy breathe all day and not have to wrestle with two feet of cock whenever it gets stuck in an odd angle. I even go around naked outside the house sometimes since there are no guards or cameras and I am... used to be the only one around." The Shih Tzu turned around and her towels fell. She picked them up but only to wipe some damper spots of her fur and once she was done, they were tossed on the ground and left there. Beau gulped and shifted on the spot, begging for his cock to calm down. "And before you ask me, I'm afraid I won't put on more than a pair of panties when you're around... if I put on anything at all." The pause between the last two sentences was deafening. "N-not because I don't respect you or anything but... well, I just love it... you know? I got used to the feeling and now the thought of putting on underwear makes my balls ache." The brazen dog actually blushed hard this time. Almost hard enough to cover herself up. Almost. Had she been naked from the waist down while the two of them talked on the video chat? Why did he feel that it was hot? Why the hell did he like the idea of her being naked and hard as she chatted with him? Just why?

"Can't say I do." He stole a peek from behind, a moment to look at her as she slumped on the bed, her cock slumped over her leg like a log, balls so big she had to take their size and position in consideration. She'd be out of place even among porn stars from the magazines he used to fap to when he became able to buy them: out of dozens of studs he had fantasized would ravish him, she looked bigger than all of them. He looked down at his own modest, average package and felt half glad he had no idea of her plight and half curious to learn more about it. A hidden part of his mind wondered how that slab of cock would feel in his hands and how heavy her balls were, but it remained hidden for the moment.

"Let's just say this is... this is the first time in a long while I get to be myself." She huffed, he groaned inside. "You can join me if you want, I am the last person who wants to judge others in terms of what they wear or do." Her smile was warm, but Beau was still a little too focused on the drooling, throbbing cock between her legs, a cock that was growing hard by the moment. "I will put on clothes by the way, I'm not insensitive like that. I was just teasing you right now." Beau smiled and shrugged, words failing him yet again. The momentary silence was interrupted by a loud groan, followed by a moan from her. Beau frowned at the noise and inspected the room, only to find that the source of that churning was coming from her, right between her legs. "Ops, it's time for a milking... damn bastards down there are protesting." She chuckled to break the tension, which did not succeed in the least, and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you heard it right, I gotta milk these or else I'll make a mess later." Beau gulped at the thought: just how much she could cum if she had to literally milk herself? How big was a 'mess' for her? "I'll use the bathroom for today, don't want to bother you so soon, but you might want to start getting comfortable with me just rubbing one out from time to time, ok? Thanks." Isabelle disappeared and left him alone, the door of the bathroom closing behind her.

He stared at the bathroom door with a sense of shock, confusion and a throbbing need in his pants like he hadn't felt in years. How many got the chance to live with a nudist? And one so comfortable and open at that? Back in high school that had been his dream, his most hidden fantasy, and now it was a reality. But could his heart take it? Could his mind manage the notion his roommate was naked at all times, maybe pleasuring herself while he studied, went around naked? Or could his own libido hold up to that body and not force him to give in? Could he resist or would eventually just... drop his pants and jerk off, uncaring of her presence, maybe even join her as she handled, stroked that fat, drooling, throbbing...

"No!" He slapped his face at the realization he was thinking of her with both hands around that monster of a cock, foreskin barely covering her crown as buckets of cum spilled all over the floor with no care for anything but pleasure. Then he slapped it again as he lost track of his train of thought a second time.

"What? Something's wrong?" The door opened and Isabelle popped out, a condom the size of a soccer ball hanging from her cock, sloshing, growing bigger and closer to the ground with each throb of her nuts. He whined quietly, hoping that she had not heard that embarrassing sound.

"N-n-n-nothing!!" Beau stuttered. "I forgot some... stuff."

"I'll take you to the convenience store later then! I need to buy more condoms anyway!" She disappeared again. Five seconds later he heard a bang and a muffled splatter, followed by a series of curses as the Shih Tzu apparently cursed at the condom for bursting before she even had blown her load. He gulped at the mental image of a cum-coated Shih Tzu trying to wipe herself clean.

"Why brain? Why?"

He finished putting his stuff in his wardrobe, hid the suitcase under his bed, where he hoped it'd gather dust for the rest of the year and then stood there, waiting for his brain to come up with something to do. Beau ended up looking around the room for a bit, snooping in drawers and around corners for strategically placed power outlets in case he wanted to move his laptop around. Isabelle seemed to be still busy in the bathroom, a little thing that made Beau blush. He gulped and sneaked closer, placing his head against the door and listened closely, immediately pulling back as soft moans and grunts and loud splatters echoed through the wood and into his ears. The impala huffed, eavesdropping on his roommate as she made a mess of the bathroom, his cock hardening inside his pants, forgotten but aching all the same, making him shuffle on the spot to try and forget about it for just a moment longer. As he heard her move around, Beau jumped, afraid to be caught by her, maybe more ashamed to be caught than actually afraid of any consequences he'd incur in case that horny, hung dog saw him with a boner.

He rushed out of the bedroom, heart beating madly and found himself once again with no idea of what to do. Beau groaned, stealthily fixing his pants and sat on the couch inside the living room, slumping in the soft cushions.

"Can I even last a week?" Beau sunk deeper into the couch before uncomfortably getting up to look at why the damn thing felt so weird: he noticed that the cushion was deformed in the middle by a couple of deep prints. "What the..." He frowned. "What is this?" The impala knelt and touched the depression in the otherwise brand new cushion.

"Doing quality control, are we?" He almost screamed when she appeared beside him.

"No, the couch just felt weird." Beau shrugged and stood up, pretending he had not been eavesdropping on her earlier. She nodded a couple times with her arms crossed beneath her chest. He had to look the other way again as her t-shirt stretched over those two massive swells, her nipples visible through the fabric since she apparently had no bra on. She looked lewder and even less proper than when she was completely naked! At least without clothes on she had all of her stuff right there to watch, but as she was now the see-not-see of her nipples, the absurdly stretched shirt, the bulge of her nuts and the trouser snake inside her pants were outright criminal.

"I know what you mean, it's not the most comfortable of couches, but I am working on making it fit my body. For my clothes I'll have to buy new ones since it seems I've outgrown them. And this was my favourite shirt too!" Isabelle chuckled. "So, want me to take you for a tour of the town? There's not much to do or see but I can at least show you where the stuff you might need is."

"Oh... thanks. Yes I'd appreciate that." Beau felt genuinely shocked, a little because she actually had clothes on. Although she had nothing more than a shirt and shorts on, her nipples stiff, poking through the thin cotton, her cock still so big it sneaked down her leg like a snake, the fat cockhead bulging around her knees. He was also taken aback because she seemed as cheerful and giddy as their first video chat, as if she had not been jerking off and naked in front of him less than five minutes earlier. She certainly still smelled of cum, a thick haze of musk hanging over her like a blanket. "If it's no trouble."

"Not at all! We're roommates and we need to help each other, right? I mean, I have been around here a little longer and it'd be rude of me to just leave you to your own devices when you might need assistance." Her smile was radiant. "Come on, the convenience store is close." She grabbed his hand and dragged him forward gently, her longer legs making him walk a little faster to keep up with her energy. "Plus I seem to have shocked you before and I must apologize, that was not the sort of first in person impression I wanted to make."

"N-no there's really no need to... to do that." He blushed beet-red, something she noticed immediately.

"That blush tells me otherwise." He was so engrossed in pretending not to be bothered by her previous show of her everything that he missed her own light blush. "I promise to not be naked around all the time if you're bothered by it."

"It's..." Beau gulped and took a deep breath. "It's fine. Really." She shrugged and sped up a little, pushing aside the doors of the dorm and led him towards the heart of the town. People waved hello, nodded and seemed to all around be very glad to see the Shih Tzu around, which made Beau wonder whether it was her magnetic, energetic personality to draw out all that attention or whether it was the lack of underwear and the little, but not so little, detail of her cock being so utterly massive he swore it sneaked out of her shorts when she took long steps. "So... why are you here?" He followed her gait for a moment and saw her cockhead poke out of the pant leg for a split second before retreating, appearing the next step and the other one after that, leaving behind matted fur from the thin but constant dribble of pre down her length.

"Me? Well, I saw the chance to get out of my home and start from scratch and I took it." Isabelle smiled, pulling Beau closer to avoid having him smash into an alligator that was more into the screen of their phone than into watching where they went. Beau was smushed between her tits in a sudden, shocking but otherwise welcome motion, one moment he was looking at the windows of a tailoring shop and the next his world had turned a bright shade of yellow. He blushed as his leg made contact with hers for a brief second and their crotches touched, not because the two were that close, but rather because Isabelle's bulge stood out enough to smush against Beau's own quickly stiffening tent. If the dog noticed it, she did not make a comment. He took a breath and a strong, deep, overwhelming scent of cum assaulted him. For some reason the image of her sandwiching that massive cock between her tits and making herself cum like that appeared in his mind. His own shaft twitched harder and harder, egging hers to join. He pushed himself off before he went too deep and forgot how to come back from the valley of her tits. "And also I kind of got a scholarship to come here, together with a... let's call it a spot among the teachers once I graduate."

"Seriously?" He let out his shock and surprise and she nodded. "Holy... How did you manage to score that sort of offer? That damn tanuki seems to be more into robbing than giving."

"You see, when you are born into a family of people that are very, very, very intent on pretending their daughter does not have a big fat cock between her legs, you tend to be good at school... from a distance at least. I got scholarship after scholarship the day I applied to my colleges of choice and when I made that tanuki aware I wanted to come here he was more than glad to work with me in exchange for some of the profits I'll get when I start researching the fauna and flora of the island for my future research papers and sell some of the data I'll collect." She paused to make a cocky smirk and puff her chest out. He swore her shirt started to rip around her sideboobs and again he found himself wanting to see it explode all over his face. "You?"

"I'm just here to chill." He shrugged. That was all truth. "Sleep, enjoy the sun, go for long swims and work as little as possible for as long as possible."

"Then we're going to be best friends. I already found a good spot to nap by the river." Isabelle pulled him in a big bear hug again, this time making him huff as his head sunk into her tits and her smell made its way into his lungs again. Beau froze, assaulted on all fronts by the same scent as before, but now he began to recognise where he had felt it before: he had smelled in a locker room, a raw, undeniably male and almost oppressive haze of dozens of men coming back from a game, one that reminded him of an old boyfriend and wild sex under the covers in winter. He did his best but she smelled so strong of cum and sex that he could not stop his own body. "Oh, sorry Beau." She giggled, pulling him back as she felt his cock poke into her crotch. The impala blushed as she stared at the spot of pre on his pants, only to look below at the bigger, messier patch that matched the one on her own pant leg. The damn thing was beyond trickling down her legs now, it had almost made a puddle in the few shorts seconds she had stood still.

"It's... fine." Beau turned around and fixed his pants before hurrying to the convenience store.

"I'll add your pants to my laundry today so you can rest easy." Isabelle patted his back once she reached him. Beau sighed and hoped to find something to distract himself in the store.

While inside the store he found little to nothing of use to make his boner go away, nor stuff that he found so interesting he had to buy it, the impala did find a few interesting items he needed and could not bring in his suitcases cause of travelling rules. As he browsed, trying to drag the time before he had to come back to the dorm to the outmost, although he wasn't even sure why he was trying to do it. It wasn't as if he could take his mind away from her junk or forget about it, hell, he doubted he'd spend a day without seeing it at least once. He could ask her to cover up while he was there but... somehow it felt... electrifying... exciting... Beau could not shake the notion that he almost enjoyed the idea. He buried his face in a magazine and screamed as quietly as he could. The young impala huffed in desperation, hoping to understand quickly just why he felt like that, why he was thinking of asking her not to wear anything at all and join her. He was there to be free after all, right? What could be more free than being naked around someone else, not even for sexual reasons, just to... just to be naked and enjoy some breeze down there?

"Found some fun magazines?" His thoughts were once again interrupted by her, making him jump and drop the magazine on the floor, which she picked up. "Oh damn, that's a nice model." She turned the damn thing on the side and watched the two pages where Beau had opened it, whistling at the woman inside and her provocative pose. "Good taste." Beau felt about to combust. Of all the magazines, tabloids and pages, he had to pick one with half nude models and bury his face in? "Want it?" He shook his head. "Great, thanks." Isabelle dropped her last item into a basket that was far too full with what he guessed were the biggest condoms the store had, maybe half of the island's entire stock. "See you at the house, I gotta dump these and go for a grocery run cause I just remembered I have run out of eggs and this place doesn't have much beyond ramen and sandwiches."

"O-ok." He nodded and saw her scuttle out of the store after paying. He sighed and hung his head against the shelf, lightly hitting it over and over. His horns got stuck in the rack by mistake and thus added the shame of having to ask to the clerk for help getting himself untangled.

Once back, more tired than he wanted to be, Beau made no attempts to put his groceries into a cupboard and just put them on the table before slumping once more on the couch and turning on the tv. He dozed off in a flurry of programs and shows he cared little for, his mind far too focused on Isabelle to do much more than squirm in his seat and ignore his almost undying boner. He started to notice the little signs of a house that was a little lived in: items scattered here and there, a couple smudges on the coffee table, items on the shelves. However, he also noticed the signs specific of Isabelle living there: dark stains on the walls by the side of the tv, empty packs of condoms laying in spots he had not looked at, some condoms that were still full and hidden underneath furniture and warm to the touch, more streaks beneath the table and on the chairs as if she had jerked off while having lunch, a dildo the size of his arm attached to the wall. The scent of the Shih Tzu became apparent the more he was there, an overpowering, thick scent that he breathed in without any choice and around the couch it seemed to be strongest, at least in the living room. He sniffed, trying to figure out why until his nose led him on the same depressions on the couch he had felt earlier. Blushing as hard as he could, Beau pressed his nose against them, sinking into the cushion and took a sniff, immediately assaulted by a thick, concentrated, dense blast of musk that reminded him of her. For a moment the impala knew exactly how Isabelle's nuts smelled and tasted like, the deformed cushion baring her scent so strongly he moaned. He licked the couch and rubbed his face against it, his cock so hard in his pants he had to look around and see if she was back before fishing it out of and letting it breathe.

Beau was not massive like her, he was just a normal guy, if a little above average, nine solid inches of hard impala cock jutting from his groin, slick with precum already after soaking inside his trousers for hours with all that herm musk around him. He moaned because he realized what she meant by 'making the furniture suitable for her': she meant that she sat in the same spot for so long and her balls were so heavy that the couch literally got imprinted with their shape, thoroughly soaked with her scent, thus claiming that side for herself. The impala bit his lips and started stroking himself right there on the ground, leaning back and supporting his body with one arm, precum spilling on the couch in thin streaks. The sight made him understand what were the dozens of streaks on the walls, the dark spots on nearly every surface. He came a little onto the floor as he huffed her nuts' musk straight from the couch over and over, only to sit on the coffee table and jerk his cock harder, foreskin sliding back and forth around his crown until he cried and came harder than he had in months, painting the cushions in white spunk. And still her smell overpowered his by several orders of magnitude. His shaft ached at the amount of spunk he'd have to spill over the couch just to match that overbearing, dense ball funk.

He noticed her as she entered the house, his cock still spurting madly on the cushions and backrest, his balls twitching inside his pants. She grinned and began undressing on the spot, watching him as he blushed and covered himself, coating his arms and shirt in the last few shots of cum. Her tits wobbled and so did her cock and balls, a thin coating of sweat all over her fur made her look as if she had been running. Her own groceries were forgotten on the table, to be put away later. She took a deep breath and her cock twitched, stiffening, rising inches at once, the fat crown uncovered ever so slightly by that simple twitch. The dog's cock fired a few shots of pre, massive and thick, dense to the point that the splatters were loud enough to be heard by both. Most flew so far they hit the fridge.

"Now that's a cute cock if I've ever seen one." Isabelle giggled and stroked herself, her barely hard slab of cock several times his achingly hard erection already. He blushed even harder and was unable to move as she sat in front of him and placed that slab right next to his, her crown poking his belly. The two cocks were not even in the same category, hers simply... immense. He could wrap his hand around his own, but he'd need to use both hands just to meet in the middle of hers. "I mean... I don't know what a normal cock looks like in real life..." She blushed a little herself as her shaft hardened again, smearing him with pre as it slid over his fur. Beau moaned when his own brushed against it: it was so hot and hard, hard enough to poke his belly and push back. He gulped.

"I'm... a little above average." That felt like such a lie to say to someone who was two feet long soft. Should he be ashamed of his smaller size or should he be in awe of hers?

"Oh." Isabelle gasped and moved to her side of the couch, her balls finding their perfect spot and resting comfortably in the indentations of the cushion. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude. I don't want to make you feel ashamed... because I am... bigger." The Shih Tzu looked more embarrassed by that comment than the mess she had made on his fur, stuck at odd angles by a pint of precum, or by the fact that she was hugging her shaft like a pillow. It throbbed gently, leaking or shooting pre randomly, most of it running back on the thick flesh to stain her own fur and seep into the couch. "I don't watch much porn and I never had a boyfriend before."

"It's... well... no offense taken." He tried to put on a brave front but being so hard, dripping thin lines of cum still, sitting next to a herm whose cock was thicker than his arm, having snorted the scent imprinted on the couch moments before she had come inside. He gulped and stood up, cock sticking out of his pants like a good little soldier raring to go again. Isabelle licked her lips and spread her legs, one hand massaging her tits, the other gently stroking her shaft as she stared at him.

"Want to rub one out with me?" She looked at him with a little hesitation. Both of their shafts jumped with excitement, neither moved as they stared at each other silently, or rather, listening to her precum splatter all over the floor every second.

"N-no, I'm alright." He moved out of the living room, stepping inside the puddle of pre she had shot on the floor while undressing. The warmth beneath his feet made his cock stiffen yet again and spill a couple clear lines of his own. "I'll... take a rain check." His heart jumped at the thought of actually sitting next to her and jerking off on the couch, spilling cum all over the floor and the coffee table.

"O-ok." She seemed almost as embarrassed as he was, almost: she had not stopped jerking off and now she was aiming her cock away from the tv as it spat out thick globs of precum that flew across the air and splattered on the wall. He could hear them and her balls churning at the same time. Hadn't she milked herself before going out?

Beau put away his groceries, still hard but determined to finish this task. He had barely finished when he saw her drag her hand across the couch where he had spilled his cum and lap it up from her palm, moaning as she slathered his seed on her cock for lube. Beau came as his cock brushed on the underside of the table by accident, watching her lick his cum off her shaft and fingers. His new orgasm painted the table in erratic streaks, forcing him to bite on his hand to muffle his moans, to try and not make her hear him. Had he seriously cum hands free by watching a girl lick his cum off her hands? Or had he cum because she had smeared it all over her massive, immense cock and licked it off her flesh? Regardless, Beau retreated to the bathroom and tossed his clothes on the floor, barely reacting them as they fell in a thick puddle of cum she had not cleaned, instantly soaked by it. Naked and hard, the impala hoped that a shower would help but the entire room quickly turned out to be a sauna that smelled of Shih Tzu balls and cum, the heat from the water only making her scent stronger, globs of cum still dripping from the ceiling.

Beau mewled and put his hands around his cock again, unable to restrain himself any more, or maybe unwilling. He let water wash his back as he stroked himself again, moaning freely, his balls swaying back and forth, achingly full despite having experienced two sizeable orgasm within a few minutes. He opened the shower curtain and, in a mad fit of need, grabbed handfuls of the herm's cum from the wall, smearing it on his sack before cupping his hands inside the sink, handfuls stolen from the gallons of still warm breeding batter clogging the sink and lubed himself up, losing himself in the warmth and dense gooey heaven his cock was in. The impala came again quickly, arching his back as the very last drops his modest sack could offer were lost in puddles of her cum before he shamefully cleaned his fur and realized what he had done. Beau panted for minutes, aching all over after that rush of adrenaline and dopamine, he looked at his hands coated in his and her cum, he looked at the bathroom dripping and reeking of herm balls. His cock twitched again.

"Seriously?" He would have sighed had he found any energy to spare but what he had left was used to put on his pj after drying his fur and getting a sandwich from the fridge. His fear that Isabelle was still there making a mess vanished as soon as he saw that the couch was empty, although the state of the living room was horrendous: the entire floor was covered in thick ropes of cum, dozens, hundreds of them, aimed at nearly everything except the tv while ceiling and walls were not spared in the least. The couch itself was a warzone that smelled of sweat and dog. "I am... not cleaning that." Whether he said that to himself because he actually did not want to clean all that stuff or whether he actually found the sight, the smell and the lewd notion that the Shih Tzu could cum so hard she wrecked rooms arousing, was a discourse for his inner self.

Beau shook his head and finished his light meal before going to bed. Isabelle was there, laying on her bed, intent on reading a book and naked as she promised she'd be. He groaned inside, both when he realized she'd obviously sleep naked and when he felt his pants twitch. Last time he had been in a bedroom with a naked girl he had spent it all with her wrapped around him, and his body seemed to want a repeat.

"Ah, there you are, you spent ages in there." She put the book on her tits, hiding her nipples but not the fat areolas nor the immense size of those mounds. "Didn't even give me the chance to wash myself." Isabelle chuckled and Beau blushed, looking away. He could smell the thick layers of cum on her fur and the sweat and the heavy musk. The fact that she was half hard still, somehow, and drooling pre on the mattress with every twitch of her melons-sized balls, was not helping in making the room smell any less of horny, needy herm dog. "Not that I blame you, I'd have gone without a shower today too... I like the smell." She chuckled and breathed in deep the heavy musk laden air. "Ahhh, the smell of freedom. It's a funny thing that freedom to me smells like sweaty balls and cum." Beau gulped and rushed under his covers. "Ah, before I forget and before you spend the night boiling underneath the covers: reception stopped me before I returned, AC is gonna be off for the night. Trouble with some software or something. Long story short: you're gonna sweat worse than a polar bear if you don't lose anything but your fur tonight."

"I'll manage." Or so he hoped.

"Aight, but if you come out tomorrow smelling like you came out of a locker room don't even think on taking a shower, that's my turn." Isabelle winked but it came across more as a lewd threat: you made me smell like balls for the entire night, now you smell like ass for the entire morning. He wasn't sure she'd mind though. As he was lost in his thoughts, the dog began searching something inside the small laundry basket beside her bed, one filled with bras and cum stained shirt, until she fished out a massive footlong dildo. "There you are."

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Oh sorry... herms gotta deal with twice the problems and since today I gave these bad boys all the attention..." She slapped her cock and balls, making one swell and thicken and the others twitch with a lewd sloshing sound. "... so I have to make my other side happy now or else I am going to be one hell of a cranky bitch tomorrow morning. Only thing worse than having morning wood with a cock that can touch your chin is also having to deal with the fact that you can cram said cock into an impossibly empty pussy." Isabelle got on her knees and turned around, spreading her ass wide so that he'd stare right at her fat, slick, puffed up spade. "I'll be quick, all the jerking of today made me soooo riled up I'll cum in a couple minutes." Beau gulped, his sore cock stiffening instantly as her pussy winked at him, a hint of pink peeking from her dark brown folds. It was not merely leaking a few droplets of juices, like any other female, rather it was oozing honey, the dribble of sticky lust clinging in thick bridges between her thighs and that puffy spade. She pressed the knotted dildo to her lips and teased it, making Beau see every twitch and quiver of her flesh. "Mmmh..." Isabelle bit her lips, pushing that toy deeper, a couple inches only, her moans eclipsed momentarily by the lewd splatter of pre on the wall her cock was facing. She pushed it deeper, the thick ridges of the toy making her toes curl and spread and for some reason Beau felt momentarily more enamoured by the way they spread and moved than by the fat pussy and the fatter dildo she was playing with. "Oh yes... just what I needed." She sighed in relief as she lowered her ass and placed the toy on the bed, her muff swallowing half a foot at once, her belly bulging ever so slightly.

Beau simply watched like a dirty voyeur, his hands once again around his cock as she began bouncing up and down on the dildo, watching it get swallowed up by her pussy and then come out coated in more and more fluids, the surface glistening in the light of her nightstand. She moaned freely, uncaring of her roommate and his actions, her entire focus devoted to balancing herself on her toes and keeping the footlong fake cock lined up with her tunnel. The herm bit her lips when the ridges slid over her clit, she huffed when she felt the knot bump against her folds, she groaned with pleasure when it popped inside and forced her to push it out, repeating the cycle again until her own cock was rock hard and spewing cum all over the bed and the floor of the bedroom, swaying madly as her hands focused more on the fake one inside her passage. She looked at him several times, winking, licking her lips, making him blush as she bounced on a cock that could have been his while she massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. Having an audience so rapt with her masturbation, her pleasure, having spent the day not touching her folds once had made the Shih Tzu impossibly sensitive and she came faster and harder than she was prepared to. Her entire body spasmed and her muscles gave out: her legs slipped on the thick puddle of juice beneath her, making the toy sink to the bottom and knot her, only strengthening her orgasm as she slumped on the bed twitching, back arched, her cock aimed at her own face. She was plastered in cum in seconds, her tits swaying masses of cum-coated softness, her nipples standing out ever so slightly, her balls still resting on the mattress so big they were.

Beau mewled, biting his pillow as he made a mess beneath his blanket, ropes of his own seed spilling from his cock in amounts he swore he couldn't have, not after three orgasms in one afternoon. His pants turned into a musky swamp of cum and sweat, far less impressive and cataclysmic than her own pleasure. Beau watches as what felt and smelled like gallons of cum rocketed out of her balls, wasted on the wall and the bed, some splattering on his face and his side of the room, adding to the healthy, heady reek of her female side, a musk that made him hotter than what could be justified by being under the blankets. She came for a solid minute, both halves twitching and spasming, one freely, turning the room into a white mess, the other squirting pints and pints of juices on the mattress, shooting the knotted dildo on the floor in an arch of lewd fluids once the last contractions made her pussy quiver and push the toy out. Isabelle collapsed on the bed and fell asleep with her legs spread out, cock drooling cum on her belly and then on the floor once it softened and slumped over her thigh, leaving Beau to stew in her musk and his own sweaty prison.

He woke up, curiously enough, with the smell of coffee in the air, a special warm smell that fought bravely against the reek of cum and dog balls. Beau groaned for seconds, unwilling both to get up and to see the state of the room or his pants after a night spent next to Isabelle. In all honesty, the room looked fine, though it did smell of balls to high heaven. He got out of the bed reluctantly and saw that his pants were beyond soaked with his own share of musky stuff, making him muse whether he could go around like that, which was embarrassing, or try and fish out something from the drawer.

"Then again..." He thought of her and shrugged. He was too sweaty, still a little tired and short on caffeine to care about pants in that moment. Naked from the waist down, Beau wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a coffee straight from the maker.

"Nice ass." Isabelle whistled and had his brain been a little more awake, she'd have made him spill the hot contents of his cup onto his now very naked bottom half, but he was not and thus tragedy was avoided. The impala turned around and saw that she was equally dressed, only a thin, far too stretched shirt stood between being completely naked. She winked as he turned around and his cock, hard as steel after a night spent huffing her musk and his own, swayed and spilled a thin line of pre onto his hooves.

"Thanks." He kind of blushed and sat at the table, hissing as the cold chair made contact with his ass and nuts.

"So are you already going nude or did you forget to put on pants before going to bed?" Isabelle teased him, scooching back just enough for her cock to be free of the table, slapping against her tits. She pulled her shirt up, flashing him her soft tits and hard nipples, before sliding her shaft under the cotton. Instantly the shirt was soaked with a fat wad of pre that made it stick to her fur, her areolas visible, her nipples jutting even more from beneath. His own shaft ached and stiffened but it wasn't so massive he was forced to move.

"I... I put them in the hamper, I'll wear something later." He blushed and hid his face behind his cup of coffee.

"Sure, sure... I started that way too." Beau almost chocked as she said that. "One day you have a wet dream and make a mess, go around half naked for a bit, already putting dirty underwear in the washing machine and promising yourself it's a one-time thing. But then it happens again and again, so often that soon you stop putting on pants altogether, panties are forgotten in a drawer, you put on one shirt a week to save on laundry since you're naked all the time anyways... it's a slippery slope made even more slippery with all the cum you're going to dump on everything but at least it's fun." She winked at him, her cock twitched and her shirt stuck a little more to her fur. He wasn't sure she was doing it just to make a point or whether she just liked the feeling of seeing him unsettled by her... everything. "After a while you just stop caring and even find it fun when you get caught by strangers while you flash a sailor from the shore." He pretended not to be aroused at the mental image of her pulling up her skirt and letting a sailor stare at her balls from a few feet away before hurriedly hiding them back.

"I'm not sure I can do that."

"I did."

"Yeah but... I'm not you..."

"And? I grew up in a family so ashamed of me I was homeschooled from the day my dad could not manage to hide my junk with skirts from the other kids." She shrugged. "I think he was more pissed off that I had a bigger dick than him by the time I was fifteen."

"Sorry to hear that. Must have been hard." He looked down while he stirred the coffee with a spoon. She seemed to have gone through a lot in her life, more than he did at least.

"No matter in dwelling in the past though, I am here, I don't have pants and I am going to make sure it stays that way for as long as I can. I have spent too much time with compressive pants meant for men to deal with underwear ever again in my life." Isabelle smirked and puffed her chest, which had the probably unintentional effect of stretching her soaked shirt just enough for the seams to give up and snap, tatters of precum infused cloth falling here and there as her tits bounced free, glistening with fluids, her cock standing proud in between after slapping the table. Beau stared as it left a musky print on the wood. "Now that's a trick I can use at parties." She giggled and left that massive shaft lay on the table, oozing precum like a broke faucet, a steady trickle that began spilling on the floor after a mere minute. And for that whole minute Beau stared at the cock, sipping coffee as it throbbed gently and leaked, as the cum pipe spread around each shot before relaxing, over and over, throb and spurt, followed by the pit-pat of precum dripping on the floor. He took deep breaths, the strong scent of coffee lost now that the dog herm had turned the kitchen in a small swamp, his hooves splashing in a puddle of her idle, casual leakage. She smelled so strong, so raw, Beau doubted she had showered at all that morning and he wasn't sure it was a bad thing: she did smell good. His own shaft ached and dribbled far less impressive or thick drops of pre against the underside of the table. "Beau?" Isabelle snapped her fingers a couple times, breaking the eye contact he had with her yawning cum pipe and the fat crown around it. He shook and looked at her with a confused expression. "You've been staring at my cock for like... two solid minutes here. And you're drooling too."

"Oh s-s-sorry." The impala immediately looked anywhere but towards that juicy, thick shaft and the dog attached to it, attempting to ignore his own erection as it thumped against the table with every other beat of his heart.

"Dude, it's fine, you can look..." Isabelle smiled and then blushed a little herself again. "Or you can touch... if you want." Beau kind of froze like the time he had almost been run over by a car on a pedestrian crossing. He gulped and swallowed little to no saliva, maybe because he was too shocked, maybe because he had been drooling while he looked at her junk. "Really you can... touch... play with it..." Isabelle pushed the chair back again and faced him, spreading her legs and letting him look at her balls as they dangled beneath the chair. They were so big she had to or else they'd not even fit between the chair and the table. He gulped again. Her own chair was also dripping, her ass placed in a smaller puddle of her other sexual side.

"N-no that's inappropriate!"

"Any more than me slapping my cock on the table or going around naked? Any more than me jerking off on the couch or letting half a dozen filled condoms in the sink?" The Shih Tzu winked, a coy but lustful smile followed that wink. He gulped yet again, feeling hotter than had he been under the covers of his bed again. "I mean... I am literally naked!" She pointed at herself, directing his attention to her front. "And... you know, you're kinda cute so if you were to touch me or jerk off with me I'd be ok with it." She was blushing hard as well now, her shaft harder than it had been the day before, sandwiched between her tits and leaking all over them. Beau felt his soul leave his body as he looked at her, baring herself before him in a way she had not done before: she wasn't just going around naked, she was making him look at her now, showing herself off on purpose.

"Ok... o-ok then." The words that came out of his mouth were as much a shock for her as they were for him, even more so when he stood before her and knelt down. Her cock towered over him, like a pillar of musky flesh he had to climb to meet her, her balls boulders swaying beneath it, slick with sweat and musk, hiding the prize of her femininity behind them, as if rocks barring the entrance to a treasure cave. She smelled even stronger so close, a mix of male, female, cum and cinnamon, a thick and dense pasty smell that clung to his fur like glue.

"Oooooh Ffffuck!" She hissed, tapping the ground with a foot when she felt his breath wash over her flesh. Her cock stiffened and blasted a thick load of pre that rained down moments later, coating Beau's muzzle in slick lust. "S-sorry." Beau did not reply, instead he scraped off a handful of the gooey stuff and licked it off his fingers. He swallowed her pre, maintaining eye contact, harder than he had ever been, his smaller cock poking her balls from beneath, letting him feel them as they churned. He took another breath and shivered: he had smelled her scent from the couch but compared to the raw power of the real thing, it was way too weak. Like entering a perfume shop and then taking a sample of an expensive perfume. Mere air and traces of balls on a couch just didn't hold up to the churning orbs his nose was touching.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" He could tell from the way she reacted to that single breath alone: for all the haughty, strong, confident demeanour, the herm dog had never felt a touch that was not her own. He hadn't realized only because he had been so nervous, so shocked, so thoroughly in awe of her size and shamelessness.

"Yes." She blushed. "Of course I am. Have you ever seen someone as big as me? I tried to hit on people in clubs but... the moment they see what I'm packing they give up, even when I promise I'll let them fuck me instead... doesn't help I never had the chance to drag someone home with me or to stay out for more than a single evening literally until last month..." She gasped as his hands reached for her shaft and grabbed it.

"Gods it's so hot." Beau felt as if he was touching a heater, a heater that throbbed and smelled of cum, sex and god knows how many loads. "Sssso big too." He heard her balls churn at that compliment, pumping out a massive load that landed on his back. He'd have to wash that sweater soon or else it'd be permanently marked with her scent. The idea made his own balls twitch and paint hers in a couple shots of pre. "Their loss."

"Yes... you might be... right." Isabelle arched her back as Beau pressed his nose against the base of her cock and sniffed, shivering from head to hoof as her scent made his body heat up even more, the raw, unadulterated, virile stench of male. She smelled better than the jock he dated when he was in high school. The impala opened his mouth and stole a lick from her flesh, scraping wads of pre, salt and more musk as it oozed from that thick skin. Both moaned, both came a little from that lick alone. He felt a rain of pre on his back and pushed forward, burying his nose against her balls and sniffing, his tongue lapping harder at her musky orbs, making her fur stick at odd angle as he scraped the flavour out of it with need. "Oh fuck Beau..." Isabelle moaned harder, her body screaming in ways she had not felt before. Her hand moved by itself and pushed his head against her sack, forcing him to be lost in swathes of herm balls. She did see his eyes before, full of lust as well, admiration, envy. She had never seen that look, now she wanted more. "Oh fuck yes... get a gooood whiff..." He seemed to obey, snorting the scent off her nuts with more energy, his licks a little more frantic. Her nuts churned so hard Beau felt as if he was getting a massage. "HHhhfff I can't..." She pulled him on his feet again, pressing her body against his until she was pinning him against a wall, her cock slipping beneath his shirt, throbbing hotly against the impala's fur, so big and thick the fat crown could be seen through the cotton, her foreskin peeled back just enough to make it look fatter. "I can't take it anymore Beau..." Her scent wormed its way inside his nostrils since her cum pipe was inches away from his nose, her sheer size and height advantage meaning the massive shaft was almost the entire length of his torso. He gulped, mouth opening for a split second, just enough for her to squirt pre inside.

He said nothing, rather, he hugged her, pulling her closer until her breasts were sandwiching her cock once more, stiff nipples poking into his chest, the tip of her cock throbbing against his jaw. Beau gulped and felt his Adam's apple brush on that massive shaft, earning himself a thick dose of pre. He wasn't even sure there was something to say, not now that he could simply open his mouth again and latch it on her cum pipe, drinking her pre, stroking her cock as it throbbed against his entire front. Beau did just that, wrapping his lips around her crown, shoving his tongue inside her urethra, scraping wads of pre.

"You stared at my cock so hard the entire time yesterday... I'm shocked you didn't wake me up with a blowjob." By now both of them had independently decided to just stop with any shred of shame, common sense or restraint. Both grinded their hips against the other, both huffed and puffed as their cocks rubbed and shared precum, heat and swathes of musky flesh. Whether it was Isabelle's raw, overpowering scent, the need of a herm of her calibre to get her rocks off rubbing onto him, or whether Beau was just as needy as her, going along because he wanted it. Maybe it was him sleeping around her that broke down his barriers overnight, maybe he just needed an excuse to do something he always wanted to do, maybe it was his presence that had made her more brazen than she already was. Whatever the reason, not one of the two cared, as of that moment, there was only the scent of lust and their cocks as they stroked each other, panting, huffing, moaning.

"Might do that tomorrow morning..." Beau stopped to suckle on her cock, precum forming bridges between his lips and her cum pipe. She was far too big, bigger than any of his boyfriends, bigger than a quarterback he had once blown out of a dare in high school and that guy was a literal horse. Her cockhead alone was as big as his own fist and, despite Beau's boiling need to get it inside his mouth, he just couldn't. Maybe that helped in making him more energetic. Isabelle moaned, pinning him a little closer to the wall as his hands groped her ass, spreading it wide, fingers brushing ever so slightly against her tailhole and spade. "If things go the way I think they are going to go." She was beyond wet, more than the day before, her pussy lips swallowing his digits like a hungry mouth, hot, slick, emptier than the void.

"And how do you think they are going to go down?" Isabelle kissed him, the electricity between making their fur standing up, cocks rubbing against each other, his smothered by hers but not any less stiff or needy.

"Most likely with you covering me and half the house in cum, wrecking my ass..." She moaned loudly, kissing him again, putting even more strength into it, their balls now touching, smothering him even more, utterly drowning him in a sea of yellow fur, of tits cock and balls. "... maybe with me skipping lunch and dinner, knowing how much you can cum." Beau opened his mouth again and kissed her cock, immediately forced to swallow load after load after thick load of cum as she came a little on the spot, her nuts quaking against his.

"I have other plans actually..." Isabelle licked his lips, swallowing some of her own spunk back. "But first I want to know how good you are at sucking dick, if you are to wake me up with a bj every morning." She pressed closer still, her cock rubbing against his muzzle with her standing ever so slightly on her toes, the corner of Beau's eyes now filled with a towering pillar of heated dick in addition to the mounds of tits and her needy, lustful expression. Not that his was any less lewd or hid his arousal, which would have been given away by the way his hands gropes, squeezed, prodded and grasped swathes of tits, ass, cock balls and teased her tailhole. "Off with the shirt." It was more a statement than an order, or even a suggestion: Isabelle simply cut it in half with a scissor, seeing as the two were right next to the cupboards, from his neck to the bottom and tore it apart, two halves falling at his feet, soaking into a puddle of honey and pre.

She grabbed and lifted Beau off the floor, arching her back slightly. He was shocked, more so by the fact that her cock was pressed between his cheeks than by her strength, too busy focusing on the heat around his pucker and the throbbing shaft. She sat on his bed after carrying him to the bedroom, barely fifteen steps away, and then spread her legs wide, her balls once again flopping over the edge of her seat, staining his sheets with a damp, musky print while her spade utterly soaked his mattress. Isabelle did not say anything, merely curled a finger and Beau crawled towards her, his ass swaying left and right like the time he had done roleplay with his second boyfriend, tail swishing hard. He crawled into her nuts, bumping his face against them and snorted her scent once again, his pre spilling on the floor as she moaned. Beau grinned, but his smile was hidden by a good two feet of cock between his eyes and hers. The impala moaned, stroking his shaft as he began sniffing his way to the top of her towering cock, sniff after sniff, licking and kissing her flesh, oils and pre and salt collecting on his taste buds, overpowering anything he had tasted. Isabelle twitched above him, toes curling and flexing with every lick, every press of his cold nose on her hot shaft, every nudge of his muzzle on the massive cock throbbing between her legs all the while he cradled, massaged and teased her nuts.

"Oh fuck..." The Shih Tzu moaned loudest when Beau had to stand on his feet just to get all the way to her crown and latched his mouth around her cum slit, his tongue sliding inside to lap and scrape wads of cummy pre. "I wish my brother... didn't hesitate... ooooh Ffffuck..." She mewled, yapped and huffed, watching as the impala peeled her foreskin back and freed her crown at last, releasing a thick, spicy haze of far more condensed musk. He dove for that underside, cumming a little, opening his jaw as wide as he could to attempt to swallow all that cock, if even for a moment before the sheer size overpowered him.

"Your... brother?" Beau was definitely intrigued, but that did not stop him from worshipping her cock as he should, no, instead he wanted to make her talk more, stroking her length as he sniffed her cockhead, licking the sensitive glans over and over. He knew he'd not be able to taste anything but cock for days and he wasn't sure he had a problem with that.

"Ye-yeah..." She grunted, biting her lip as Beau once again attempted to jam her cock into his mouth, his own frotting against her base. "Dad was so hard on us we grew close to get some solace... he was always so eager to tell that he'd check on me while I showered, changed, went to the gym. Little did dad know he did it to watch me be naked for a while and to free his own junk from time to time." Isabelle groaned and felt her balls lurch, pumping a wad of pre into his gullet, pints turning into gallons as Beau was forced to pull back and let her coat his face in the gooey stuff. "We jerked off together in gym stalls, bathrooms, at the pool and the park. Left hundreds of condoms to pile up in all sorts of places too." Another load of pre was wasted, this time on her bed as it flew for four feet and splattered over her already ruined mattress. "If only he hadn't hesitated and just fucked me on dad's bed years ago... gods I have never felt anything like this before... I missed out on... sssssssso much..."

"Better that I work hard then." Beau grinned and opened his mouth wide, once again latching it onto her shaft, but this time he began to make out with it, stroking it, sitting on her lap as if there was a second person in between them, as if her cock was an entire being he could worship and kiss. Isabelle slumped on the bed, twitching panting, massaging her tits to bring herself ever so closer to orgasm. And then he slipped back down, placing his tongue on the base of her cock and slowly, methodically, devoutly made his way to the tip in a single, maddeningly pleasurable lick, topping it with one last kiss on her swelling crown. "Make it up for all the years not spent getting fucked by your brother and sucking his dick under the gym's bleachers."

She arched her back and her balls heaved, her entire cock swelling almost twice its girth from the first cumshot alone, a shot fuelled by the first mouth beside her own to lick and kiss her length, the first hands beside her own to touch her shaft, the first nose to sniff her scent so desperately. Beau felt as if a car hit his gut the moment that load landed in his stomach, a punch to the gut made of thick, gooey, dense, salty cum. If he had a shirt on, he'd have to roll it up just to avoid it getting shredded by his expanding stomach, her load so massive he couldn't take a drop more after thirty seconds spent gulping and swallowing. The rest of her orgasm was wasted all over the room, messy strings of spunk the size of his wrists splattering and coating anything and everything before her. And still Beau did not stop jerking her, moving down to kiss and lick her straining sack to make her cum even harder, every nudge and prod at those orbs followed by a louder moan and a louder, messier splattering of spunk behind him. Two minutes later, two minutes of solid, uninterrupted orgasm, tens of ropes, hundreds even, god knows how many gallons of cum wasted, she collapsed on the bed. And she was still so very hard.

"Ooooh fuck..." Isabelle looked at her shaft, aching just as much as before. "You... you are so good at this..."

"Thanks." Beau kissed her as he sat above her, her head on his thighs now, his cock just as hard hovering inches above her nose, filling her senses with his own scent. She opened her mouth, stealing a lick of his shaft, moaning at the taste. "It's only fair, right?" She nodded, tongue sticking out to welcome his cock as it entered her mouth, sliding over her taste buds, letting her finally taste a man's flesh. His gut was in the way but he made it work, moving so that his hips were above her face and his own face inches away from her drooling cock. "Fffff..." Her throat spread and squeezed around his shaft as if she had had years of experience, her tongue wrapped around his tip or pressing against his flesh, his balls rested on top of her nose when he bottomed out inside her mouth. She breathed in his scent again, utterly enamoured by the idea of him using her for his pleasure, letting her be of service. It was, after all, only fair. "Sssso good..." Beau's tongue lolled out slightly, drooling a little as he began humping her face, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, balls slapping against her nose gently at first and then faster, faster. He rested completely atop her, only his hips moving to drive his cock from base to tip back and forth in her mouth, her face eclipsed every second or so by plum-sized balls. "C-cumm..." Beau was not as gifted as she was, nor did he have the will and interest to last longer, weighted down by her cum and staring and smelling at her still hard cock inches from his face. Beau came a couple minutes of rough, arhythmic facefucking later, grinding his crotch on her nose as he dumped spurts of spunk into her gullet. Isabelle came a little herself, hosing him down all over again in a mere five shots of her own cum as she gulped and tasted his flesh throb on her tongue. When he pulled back he fired one more rope that splattered on her nose, a finishing ribbon of salty lust.

"You taste... nice." She licked her lips.

"You sure you haven't had a boyfriend before?" Beau panted and laid beside her, tired, but much like her, still hard as steel.

"When your own cock reaches your chin if you bend down a little you learn how to suck it well enough." Isabelle chuckled and made her point by pulling that massive slab of meat close to her lips and opened her mouth, actually taking her cockhead inside with relative ease, letting it sink into her gullet. As she pulled it out strands of pre and cum connected her lips to it. "See?" Beau came a little from that sight, envious, impressed, even more hard than before. "But enough of that, I have other needs Beau, you should know that..." Isabelle grinned and turned around, lifting her balls just enough so that he'd stare at her spade, winking, puffy and slick beyond what any regular female could ever get. He gulped and swallowed the last of her cum from his mouth, his face assaulted by the strong, sweet, honey scent of a female in dire need, droplets falling on his face as she loomed over him. Her balls, her massive cock, the splatter of precum on the bed, were all forgotten as her needs shifted. "I waited too long to wait a second more." She licked her lips and lowered her ass, her puffy, heated muff smothering Beau's face in a sea of slick folds. "So get working or I will make sure you walk funny for more than just a week."

Beau heard something, but the walls of ass, thighs and the sound of his breaths echoing in the almost airtight seal of her rump, muffled all noise but the thump of his heart as he grabbed swathes of her ass and shoved his face against her pussy. The taste of her sex exploded on his tongue: sweet, strong, with the same cinnamon undertones he had smelled before, hot and dense like a paste that rolled on his tongue like real honey. His nose rubbed against her folds while his tongue dove deeper and deeper, her pink passage opening before him, letting him lick and tease soft flesh, untouched by anything. The rush of eating out a virgin, not that he cared about the concept at all, was exhilarating, strong, the desire of claiming her, of showing her a good time for the first time of her life fuelled him in ways he hadn't felt before. Isabelle yipped as the impala ate her out with so much desire, desperation and devotion that her cock hardened instantly again, her balls weighting his own shaft down, smothering him in a churning pair of hills as she turned his bed into a cummy swamp. She began grinding her muff on his face, using his nose to make herself grow closer to orgasm, her thighs squeezing his head in place, letting him only use his tongue to tease, caress her inner folds, the pink flesh within her. Isabelle came, her juices flooding the space beneath her ass, forcing Beau to gulp them down as what felt like pints showered him into a sopping mess. Twitch after twitch, moan following moan, the Shih Tzu rode her orgasm and his face for minutes, her thighs pressing around him like a vice, her spade rubbing against his face over and over, making her pleasure more intense, more long lasting. As she collapsed on the bed, face into a puddle of cum of her own making, Beau took the first breath that did not smell of her muff in literal minutes, massaging his aching jaw.

His eyes fell on her sex again, watching with pride as the pink flesh behind her folds spread and twitched, opening up for him all over again. His cock was still hard, harder even, after being massaged by her churning cum factories for minutes, almost on the verge of blowing his load right then and there as he caught his breath and watched her orgasm peter out. He grinned, still riding his own high, and then grabbed her ass. Isabelle yipped again, moaning as he groped and kneaded her cheeks like pillows, spreading and watching them wobble in all of their jiggly goodness. She moaned even harder when she felt his cock touch her folds, heated flesh meeting heated flesh, hard cock pushing ever so gently against her soft pussy, one slick with the sweat of her balls and pre, the other slick with its own lubrication and his saliva. Her rump rose on its own, an instinct she had never felt before just forcing her to spread her legs and make her pussy get at the perfect level for him to just cram every last inch of his shaft inside her. And yet Beau waited, rubbing his tip around her muff, letting his crown pierce her folds just an inch before pulling back, sliding his entire length against it but not pushing it inside.

She was about to scream for him to stop playing when he thrust forward, his cock aimed at her very core and hilted himself inside her in one single push. His balls crashed against hers, a light tap, a relatively small rock against her boulders, but the impact of his hips against her ass, the feeling of a raw, living, squirting cock reaching almost ten inches deep inside her muff, were more than enough for Isabelle to cry her heart out. She squeezed around him, her muscles attempting to lock him in place for her to enjoy the feeling, to memorize the shape of his cock, but she was just so impossibly wet she couldn't. Beau, on the other hand, felt her walls clamp down, squeezing as if to try and take his shape, massaging every last inch of his shaft as he pulled out. He shot a cursory glance at his glistening, honey-coated cock when he was out of inches to drag out and groaned himself as ropes of pre splattered against her pussy lips. He thrust forward immediately, unable to bear the fact that he wasn't inside her again. He felt Isabelle cum a little from that second thrust, again from the third, and when he picked up the pace, the sound of his hips hammering against her rump slowly became eclipsed by the sound of her cum splattering against her face and the wall in front. Realizing that she was cumming at every thrust only made him move his hips harder and faster, her orgasms so close to each other she might as well have been cumming without end. Her cock swelled with her loads, tens of gallons turning into hundreds as the floor disappeared under a puddle, deeper and deeper beneath a sea or roiling cum. She mewled, tongue lolling out, hugging her cock like a pillow or a person to hold on to as the pleasure wracked her body. Beau was also lost, lost in a tight, slick tunnel that demanded him to stay still, that wanted to milk him, so warm, so soft, so impossibly perfect. No amount of experienced lovers could ever hope to achieve the same level of sheer madness that a herm could output in the right mood, none whatsoever: she was utterly at the mercy of her own lust, a cannon spewing cum by the bucket every second, a churning factory that produced twice as much every second, a tight, inviting hole for him to just cram full of his own spunk.

And that he did: Beau came harder than he had done in months, putting his earlier orgasms in that house to shame in front of the sheer intensity of the throbbing of his balls, resting atop her sloshing orbs. His cumshots splattered against her inner walls, making her cum even harder, her passage squeezing his cock so hard it would have hurt had he not been stiffer than titanium at the moment, his prostate working overtime just to cram her fuller and fuller of seed. Trickles of spent cum spilled around his shaft, leaking onto her sack, her cervix too deep for him to reach but hit by the force of his shots all the same. Isabelle howled, both of her halves, male and female, satisfied, fully engaged, completely out of her control. She collapsed atop her cock and Beau collapsed on her back, both cumming, twitching and moaning, resting on a bad thoroughly soaked with cum and sweat and the buckets of juices she leaked from her muff, for minutes they laid there, Beau reaching the end of his orgasm far sooner than she did but stubbornly refusing to grow soft, shooting blanks inside her as she still milked him, as she still pumped gallons out of her endless cum tanks.

"Fffffuck..." Ten minutes after she stopped, the first words in a long while escaped her mouth and broke the pitpat of fat drops of cum falling onto everything around them. "Again." She groaned, turning around and making Beau fall from her back onto his ruined bed. "Again." The herm slapped her cock onto his front, still hard of course, still leaking and still just ass massive as before, her balls smothering his in all of their glory as if they had not just turned their room in a cum swamp worthy of a porn flick.

"I'm... I'm out of steam... sorry." Beau panted heavily, his chest rising and falling constantly but showing his fatigue. "I don't have a single drop left."

"Well then..." Isabelle scooted back until her cock was poking against his taint. He gulped, waiting for her to thrust inside him and make him into a living toy, but she didn't. "I have more than enough to... refuel your tank." Her giggles made his shaft twitch and his eyes widen, his entire body suddenly full of energy all over again as she slid her fingers inside her cum pipe and spread it, widening it like she had done with her muff, letting him see more and more of her insides. Cum strings coated the entire inner plumbing of her cock, thick strands clinging to sensitive flesh, twitching and squirming. She moaned, a shot of pre bloating the base of that towering pillar and Beau watched it travel from her balls all the way to his face, the level rising from within as her urethra was spread wide enough to gaze at its depths. "We are not going to stop until I am the one to run out of steam, got it?" He nodded frantically as she swallowed his entire cock with hers, the underside of the titanic slab bulging slightly as he bottomed out inside her. She was somehow even tighter there, warmer, slicker. Beau moaned as a shot of pre slammed against his crown, the sheer force pushing it inside his own plumbing, impacting inside his balls like a truck. He came a little but more and more and more pre was quickly crammed inside. "There we go." He felt his balls bloat to obscene, ludicrous sizes and only when the swollen spheres touched both of his thighs at the same time did she pull back. "Round two."

The tv was playing some dumb movie in the background, not one that she had chosen but one that came up as the remote sunk beneath Isabelle's ass once she had fallen asleep. Naked as always, her cock towered above her, precum bubbling from her tip onto the floor where it spread, some shots reaching the wall and adding layers of stains on the paint. Her balls now rested completely inside the depression she had made, a perfect cup that somehow was always warm as if the heat never quite dissipated from the cushions. Beau waltzed out of the kitchen, wearing his favourite shirt but nothing below that. Over the weeks he had found that he felt too exposed with nothing on, putting on a shirt was more than enough to make him feel more comfortable around the house and even outside, hell, even when others saw him get out for a coffee or to throw out the trash. He had grown so comfortable letting his junk hang free for all to see he was actually starting to forget about putting on pants or underwear, he had to set up an alarm and a note beside the door just to remind him to check if he had put them on.

The impala grinned as he saw his roommate sleep on the couch, again, and decided to take the chance. Already his cock was as stiff as it could get, mostly because he walked with half a boner constantly given the healthy, overbearing reek of cum and sex in the house coupled with her being constantly naked and making even more of a mess every day. He squatted a little and grunted, slowly pushing out a thick plug from his tailhole, letting it fall on the ground, steaming with his ass' warmth. His empty pucker winked, puffy and stretched. Maybe today he'd actually manage to get her to fuck him, with all the training he had done just for that singular goal, weeks of toys of increasing size, thickness and shape. But for the moment, his aim was her cock as if was. Beau licked his lips and sat on her face, his puffy tailhole right on her nose, bending her cock down a little. He kissed it, shoving his tongue under her foreskin, licking the flavour collected beneath, loads of cum and buckets of pre alike, musk wafting into his nostrils from the strongest source. He made out with her cock, hugging it, sniffing its scent and savouring it like fine wine until he couldn't hold it anymore and lowered it, inch after inch. Beau hissed when her urethra spread around his nine and a half inches of cock, tight as the first time she had crammed it inside her, just as slick and hot. His balls churned, fatter, heavier, permanently swollen after the first day in which she had refuelled them almost a dozen times just to sate her need to fuck and be fucked. He did not mind that he had softballs instead of plumps down there, well, he did had to buy pants and underwear but he rarely wore them anymore so a couple of pairs proved to be enough for him.

His grunts echoed beneath the tv's sounds, the slick, lewd slurps of her cum pipe spread and swallowing his cock over and over almost louder than both as he picked up the pace. Beau meeped, stopping for a moment when he felt a tongue lap at his pucker, teasing him, before resuming, knowing that she was awake and up for some fun. She always was.

"You're still so tight... uhffff..."

"And you're not." Isabelle slid a finger inside his tailhole, watching it sink inside with great ease, adding a second, a third and eventually her entire fist as he thrust back and forth, allowing her to just stay still and have him do all the work. She huffed, planting her nose against that swollen ring of flesh and huffed, eyes rolling back as the strong musk of a male made her squirm and dump a load of pre into her roommate's balls. Beau groaned, fuller than before.

"Please... let me cum first..." The impala picked up the pace, her arm sinking a little deeper into him as she massaged his prostate, making him whine and beg. She relaxed, her nuts protesting a little but allowing him just enough time to howl. His own sack heaved, swollen with amounts of cum he had never dreamed of being able to produce in his entire life. Isabelle groaned too, feeling almost an entire gallon of it pumped into her tanks, making them ever so slightly bigger, fuller. Beau pulled out after a minute of moaning and shivering, his cock slick with cum, his nuts half their size, as small as they'd ever be, unless she came inside him again.

"Thanks for the 'meal'." She chuckled and kissed his pucker, tonguing it while it still twitched and winked. "This slutty hole looks like it's gotten big enough to take me."

"Really?" Beau's tail wagged with excitement. One would think that they were a couple now, or that her size, musk, output had all made him into the bottom of the duo but their relationship was more that of friends with benefits, hell bent on exploring just how much they could push each other and how much of a mess they could make. Him being able to finally take her cock was a much awaited goal, one that had made Beau cum buckets onto nearly everything in the house as she trained his ass to take more and more. From a tight pink hole it had become a massive puffy ring she could fist without much lube beyond a couple of licks, a hole that could make him cum if teased in the right way. "I'll skip class then."

"Ah-ah, not a chance." She pulled her hand back out, making him wince and spill a few ropes of cum on the spot. "School first, then I blow your brains out."

"Ffffffine." He groaned.

"Get the bigger plug while you're in class." Isabelle grinned, a lusty, almost evil grin. "I'd like this slutty hole as big as possible if I am to use it." Beau chuckled and rubbed it against her face some more. "And I know you might cum while the teacher is talking if you do."

"Tease."

"Says the guy that woke me from my nap with his ass on my face and his cock inside mine." Both stuck out their tongue at each other in a playful banter, Beau's cock still leaking, not as much as hers now that the massive spire of dick was freed. "Oh, buy some more condoms from the store, I have seen some douchebag throwing trash into the sea and I want to make him regret it."

"Nice, count me in." He kissed her cock and then her lips before going out, sharing her taste twice over as he put on a pair of pants that barely hid both his balls and stiff cock and the arm-sized plug jutting from his ass. "See you later!"

She relaxed on the bed, one leg on the armrest, the other dangling over the floor as she whipped out her phone from a waterproof case and checked on a couple of things until the doorbell rang. Half hard, Isabelle waddled to the front door, her balls swollen after the hot injection had made her libido slowly ramp up. She had already milked herself for the morning but it seemed she'd need another round, which meant she could make use of the fresh condoms to make a new bed for the two of them to fuck that night. However, as she opened the door and a near spitting image of her face smiled wryly at her, all the plans to have Beau with his ass in the air begging for her cock to fill his ass vanished.

"Hey Izzie, got a bed for a brother just recently kicked out of the house?"