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Hyperism.

Noun.

A term used to describe a curious affliction that can occur within beastkin, rendering certain areas of their body - typically sexual organs - far larger than normal. While it can be cumbersome to deal with, those afflicted with hyperism can live normal lives as the organs affected act like their normal sized counterparts.

Bull-fucking-shit! 'Live normal lives'? What the hell is 'normal' about this!?

Fwump... THUMP!

"Aaaaaahh... come on...."

Blue eyes cut open, peering up towards the gray roof and softly swirling ceiling fan overhead. The morning sun was gleaming through his window, casting a light upon the young man resting in his mattress. He'd turn... but with this massive... thing sticking between his legs, well, moving was going to require a bit of energy, wouldn't it?

Eliot Park... had a problem. It wasn't the fact that he was short, no. He's been short almost all his life; he got used to it. He was always a very - how you say? - scholarly young man. Aloof, almost indifferent gaze in his eyes, always dressed formally, smooth, well-groomed black hair, and these sharp blue eye. To many who knew him, he was as cool as they come. Always keeping a level head, always getting straight As, and always smart enough to figure out whatever problems were placed in his way.

Well... save for the problem stuck between his legs...

Pulling himself up, Eliot's blue eyes fell on the full body mirror in the distance. Here he was, this five foot four fox at eighteen years of age, his fur white and black, his hair short and black... with a penis that could make a horse cry. Inch upon inch of thick, vulpine length sat wedged between his legs, with appropriately sized balls to match. How large? Well... he'd rather not say. All the times he'd worked up enough courage to try and measure this massive problem, always ended with him chickening out last minute.

He was 'blessed' with this affliction during his pre-teen years. You know the drill; you go through puberty, and your body changes in weird, unique ways. More hair/fur, perhaps some musculature, a growth in certain areas, not to mention how your mind shifts in terms of what you want in a relationship and the like. But for young Eliot, it seemed as if only this part of his body began to grow... and it never stopped!

Hyperism, hyperism, motherfucking hyperism. His fellow boys at school would often brag about their cock sizes, some even wishing they'd be affected by this illness that really only touches less than one percent of the population. But only if they knew what Eliot was carrying around, and how much he hated it! Not just because of how annoying it is carrying around such a massive cock, but also because of the _unwanted_attention this thing brings.

Oh lord...

"Eli! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!"

"Coming, mom!" he answered with a roll of his eyes.

His hand scratching the nape of his neck, the young fox pulled himself to the edge of his bed. At the very least, he knew how to handle this 'special' equipment he had dangling between his legs. He had pants large enough to hide his massive cock, yet still well within his school's clothing standards. Unfortunately, a very big problem with such a hyper-sized member - and something he still hadn't quite mastered - was how damn sensitive his length was!

As he sat on the edge of his bed, his stiff morning wood stood proud in the air, illuminated by the soft morning sunlight. Inch upon inch upon inch of cock, standing tall between his legs as his balls jiggled. Gasping softly, the fox palmed his length, feeling his skin roll as his fingers stroked up and down, up and down, up and down... slowly... slowly...

Oh no... not again...

The life of a hyper - a slang term used to describe someone with hyper-sized limbs - is not an easy one. People love to conflate and build up the bonuses, but rarely do they actually ever talk about the downsides. The difficult to find clothes, the inability to hide one's hyperisms at time, and of course, the increase sensitivity at it.

It doesn't take much for Eli to get hard, as he came to learn over the years. Most of the time, all it takes is for his pants to rub against his length in a weird way, and bam! Instant hard on! Hell, sometimes a slight gust of wind is strong enough to make his penis get hard! And to make matters worse, sometimes the only way to get rid of this raging boner...

Is to just... rub one out. So he did it. He began rubbing it out.

Up and down his hand began stroking along the fullness of his cock, his breathing picking up in pace. Gazing upon his wicked spire, the fox watched as the tapered tip began throbbing, where his slit secreted a bit of his precum. Normally, such a dollop would be nothing more than a little fleck. But for someone hyperphallic like him, a 'dollop' of precum, is like pouring syrup upon one's pancakes.

With the top removed.

It came streaking down his length in clear, sticky rivers, flowing upon his hand and falling on the floor below. So clear, so voluminous, and seemingly never ending. The more he stroked his dick, the more precum he produced, filling the air with his powerful musk. This sensual odor... strong enough to attract any female. And it always did so without fail.

Remember that... 'unwanted attention', it brings? Well...

Eeeaarrr! THUMP!

"ELI!!!"

"Aha!? Mom!?"

She appeared at his door, having slammed it open without a moment's hesitation, the power of which shaken the bedroom and Eli as well. But who was the woman who stood at his door?

She wasn't tall, but was taller than him. Older too by, like, twenty or so years. Her hair was long and black, luscious and shimmering when the light struck it, but was also tied back into a thin ponytail which fell behind. Eyes that were cold and blue whilst sitting behind oval-shaped glasses, giving her a powerful, domineering look. And with her fur being red and white, it was clear that she was a fox - a vixen - in every sense of the word.

She was wearing a white, thin, button up blouse, with it hugging close to her voluptuous curves and figure. The top few buttons were undone however, exposing more than just a little bit of her busty cleavage. Her legs meanwhile were covered in a split pencil skirt, with black stockings that stretched well beneath them. And all with a gray vest resting on her shoulders, further elevating her as a business-minded individual.

This woman exuded power and authority, beauty and grace, and when her blue eyes coasted over his form, Eli found himself locking up in place. And for a very, very good reason.

"G-good morning, mom..." he said sheepishly as sweat began pouring down his face.

Elanor Park leered at her son, and if she had any reaction to catching him masturbating first thing in the morning, she sure didn't show it. She just stared, her blue eyes locking upon his face, before sweeping over to gaze around his room. Nothing was out of the ordinary, save for that smell...

"Snnniiiiffff...!_Aaaaaaahh... Eliot Thompson Park..." Elanor said as she walked slowly towards her son, her heeled feet clicking against the floor, "How many times do I have to tell you? If you have a problem with your penis, come and tell _me."

It happened a little bit after his eighteenth birthday. Or maybe it happened a little bit before that? He... can't really remember. For many, the day they lose their virginity is a day they'll never forget. For Eli, it was a day he long since forgot... probably because many hours of his life was filled with fucking.

Fwump! Click!

With a mere kick of her foot, Elanor closed the door behind her while her blue eyes seized upon her son. Still fidgeting in place, Eli watched as his mother placed her hand on her hips in a bombastic pose while she looked him up and down.

Did he know how difficult it was living in the same house as such a hung, young man? Sitting in her room, needing to think about work, when she could be rubbing, or sucking, or fucking the big, thick cock just waiting behind walls? And then what? Even when she's at her office, all she could think about was Eli's penis. How cold it was without his dear Mommy there to service it.

"Mom, I swear! I can deal with this on my own!" the young fox said defensively, though his mother had her own retort.

"Nonsense," she stated, a lustful glint appearing in her eyes as her tongue licked upon her lips, "You need... hmm... constant monitoring with this massive thing pulsating between your legs."

"But Mom, I-- OH!?"

Just one touch, that's all she needed! Her slender, soft, immaculate fingers, curling around the tip of his cock. A squeeze here, a touch there, and like always, Eli was locking up and falling over, his tongue hanging out. This damn, hyper-sensitivity; it was always enough to make him double over into a puddle of flesh!

Elanor knew this, and she smirked as she stared upon her son's moaning face. His rolling back eyes, his cute cheeks, his lulling tongue, all as her hand stroked along his veiny penis with expert skill and control. All she needed was the slightest stroke of her hand, and she had the young fox moaning like a girl.

"Haaaaah ~~! Hooooo~~~!"

"Fufufu... so girly of you, Eli," Elanor commented as her other hand stroked upon his face, marveling at his expressions, "And you're a so-called man?"

"Moooomm ~~! H-how could I not make those-- Hooooh~! Those noises wh-when you're - aaaahh~~! - when you're rubbing my cock like... ngnghaaah~~! Like that!"

"Nonsense... you should be stronger than that; what would your father think if he heard you make such noises?"

"What would my father think knowing his wife is stroking his son's cock secretly!?" TWIST! "HRRRKKGH!? Aaauuuugh!!!"

"Truly, after all the things I've done for you; you still talk so ill of your mother," Elanor remarked as she began jerking his fat cock even harder, "Just lay back and let me deal with this thing between your legs!"

She spoke as if this was some sort of charity, but Eli was no fool; he knew the truth! Any moment she gets the chance, she was subjugating him to whatever sick, twisted, sexual pleasure she wanted in order to help herself unwind, all under the guise that she was 'helping' him. Unfortunately... or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Eli had long since given up trying to fight her off.

The pleasure was just... too great.

Every inch of his big, sensitive cock was stroked by the expert hand of the vixen above him. Bolts, if not full on lightning strikes of delight came roaring through his manhood, rushing through him form his ears to his toes and back again. More and louder moans flowed form his jaw, with Elanor watching his every reaction with a smile on her face.

"Fufu... such a cute face," Elanor quipped as she once again reached her hand over to stroke his cheek, "But... simply rubbing your cock will not do, would it? That's why you should always call Mommy when this... 'problem' flares up."

"Haaaah! Hooooh~~~! I-I can't take iiitttt!"

"Oh, don't worry, Eli. Mommy will always take care of you."

Her tone was dripping with this sensuality to it that couldn't be beat. The way it flowed into his ears, teasing his nerves, making him submit, was without rival. His cock gave a ready twitch from her tone alone, while Elanor moved in. Pursing her plump lips, she planted a kiss right upon the side of his dick, drawing a high-pitched 'AH!?' from his maw... and then another, and then a low 'Ooooooohh...!'

Again and again and again, these kisses peppered his dick. But there was so much meat there, she'd could quite literally spend hours just kissing it... and she has. But for now, they both were on a slight time crunch, weren't they? Either that, or Elanor herself just couldn't wait to jump to the next part.

So she pulled back where a bridge of gooey precum and spit hung between her lips and his cock. Licking them clean, the vixen stood up tall before her son, where she allowed him to watch as she unbuttoned her blouse; one by one by one. Each button revealed more of her lacey and elegant black bra, cradling close her large, white chest. But she soon grew enough of having them contained yet still, and slowly unclasped the clips of her bra in order to let her lovely breasts bounce free.

And bounce they did. Round, and soft, and white, with pink nipples standing hard. Reaching up, Elanor groped her own tits before Eli, taunting her son with them. And all of his defiance from before was instantly washed away.

The young fox just laid there, watching as his mother groped her tits before him, grinning from cheek to cheek. He reached out for her, but she stopped him by moving in forward herself, her hands grasping and lifting her tits in order too--

"Ooooh... aaahh..."

"HOOOOHHH~~~!"

Sandwich his thick cock as best as she could.

Those two tits pressed in on both sides of his cock, stroking up and down, up and down, up and down in stride after stride. There's a difference between feeling his mother's smooth hands stroke his cock, and having her warm, marshmallowy breasts do it instead. And with his hyper-sized member, he could feel every stroke of it. Every fiber of fur, every smooth bit of flesh, even the soft jostles of warmth and milk within her tits. Nothing was spared his cock, which remained at a size so large and so needy, that the very prominent veins appeared even larger than before.

"Mooommmmm~~~! I-I I'm gonna blooowwwww!"

"Then do it," his mother said, tauntingly, teasingly, "Fucking cum! Fill this room with your seed, Eli! Haaaah! I want to see it!"

"Oooh maaaaaannnn~~~!"

She knew how messy this would get. He knew how messy this could get! But right now in this swirling pit of sex and pleasure, the young fox couldn't care any less. Driven by lust and need, he began thrusting up with his hips, humping his cock through his mother's breasts and along her body, as this loud and thick 'FWAP!' noise kept echoing out. Every push of his cock made the bed bounce, and every bounce of the bed made his room shake. All the while, his mother's tits wobbled, and his heavy balls jiggled, sending a rushing surge of cum straight through his cock and all the way up to the tip. No hesitation, no holding back, just--

"AAAAAHHHAAAAHHAAAAAAHH~~~!"

SSSPLUUURRRRRRRTTTT!!!

He hated how... whenever he climaxed, it made such a roaring noise. Almost as much as he hated the--

"Oooooohhhhh~~~!"

"Haaaaaahh! Yes! More!"

A thick geyser of cum came roaring up from his dick, shooting with enough force to splatter upon the roof of his bedroom. It got everywhere; coating his walls, his bed, his floors, himself. And yes, his mother too; everything was covered white in pure vulpine seed.

Eli laid back in his bed, moaning and groaning as his cock continued to shoot bullet after bullet of seed, with it eventually dribbling down into nothing more than a steadily flowing river. His cum just kept coming, flowing and flowing, while everything smelled of powerful seed. His once black fur was now coated white, and the same could be said for his mother.

Poking open an eye, he first gazed up to the ceiling fan, watching as cum dripped off of its spinning blades. Then he drew his gaze down, meeting his mother's form. Her immaculate and flawless body that before exuded professionalism, was now nothing more than a white pillar covered in seed. That is until she began moving, licking as much cum from off her lips as she could, and groaning all the while.

"Hmmm... soooo goooood..." Elanor remarked as she kept pushing cum into her mouth. "Haaaah... so virile, Eli. I would have preferred it going inside of me buuut... hmm... _slick... slurrk... slurrp..._aaah... swallowing it down works fine too."

"Oooooh... I can barely move."

"Fufufu... make sure you clean up, Eli. Now I have to go change my clothes and shower. Oh well..."

And just like that, her 'duties' done, Elanor left her son in his bedroom, laying upon his mattress in a sea of seed. All he could see, all he could smell, and all he could taste, was his own cum as it covered him. Why did this happen so often?

"Oooh maaan... and I have to clean this mess up... fuck..."

...

Tigers. When you think about them? You normally think about how dangerous they are, right? Cuz, ya'know, they're tigers? Elegant and graceful, there's very few creatures as dangerous and as deadly as they are. Sometimes, all you'd need to see is their coloration and stripes, and you'd immediately feel fear.

The first two points? Elegant and graceful? Yes. The second two? Deadly and dangerous? A bit off the mark.

She was the baker of Bakerscrest. If you're ever in the neighborhood and smell something sweet in the air... something good... something that makes the mouth water? Yup, it's coming from her homestead. At seemingly any random time of day, one could smell her lovely cooking drifting in the air like a siren calling sailors to their doom. You'll turn left, you'll turn right, and when you drop your eyes on the house labeled 'TODD', you'll see her.

Melissa Todd herself.

Her fur was orange, with black stripes running as one would suspect of a tiger. Her figure too was just as flawless and as elegant as her fellow species; like a lithe dancer or a skilled hunter. Only... she had more than just a little 'junk in the trunk' if you catch my drift. And her chest certainly wasn't lacking either. She was round in all the right places, shapely in all others, and certainly a little bit more than just plump. Though, the correct term would be either voluptuous or even rubensque... but certainly not fat. Not with that hourglass figure.

From her head spills long, luscious golden blonde hair, flowing like the rays of sunlight. They streak along her back, especially whenever she brushes back her hair. Meanwhile, her eyes are as sharp and as deadly as one would assume, being this lovely shade of green.

When you see her silhouette as she cooks in her kitchen with the windows usually open, you're almost instantly awe stricken by the level of beauty on display. She would be the near perfect embodiment of a tiger... that is, if she shared their temperament. For despite her presence, despite her grace, despite her species...

Melissa was the personification of the word 'housewife'. What? Don't believe me?

"Oooohhh Hunterrrrrrr!" she called from her doorstep, "Lunch is readdyyyyy!!!"

"Oooh... 'kay, Mom!"

Hunter Todd however, was more like his species, and was even a star basketball player at their high school. A tall, blonde tiger in his own right, he had more than just a few female admirers. One thing most people didn't know about Hunter however?

"Yo Eli, my mom's made lunch... want some?"

"Uhh... yeah, sure, why not?"

He was Eli's best friend.

"Great!" said the tiger as he patted his friend on the back, ushering him down the sidewalk towards his home, "Cuz you know my mom. She always makes a plate too much. Like... yeah, I'm a tiger, but damn, I can't eat that much!"

"Sniff... sniff... Mmm... no... I can't relate; your mom's cooking is great," Eli said with a cheeky grin, much to his friends chagrin.

"Well then, you live with her. I swear, she's trying to fatten my dad and I up like some witch in a fairy tale..."

Led up to the Todd Homestead, Eli watched as Melissa walked to the staircase's edge in order to greet them. She was wearing what she always wore, which was typically some sundress of some kind. This one was white, with a cute blue apron, no sleeves, and more than just a little bit of cleavage. And with the way it was tied around her waist, it flaunted her voluptuous physique as well.

"Ooooh! Eliot!" said Melissa with that sweet, motherly tone of hers, "Are you going to be having lunch with us?"

"Uhh... y-yes, Mrs. Todd," Eli said as a warm blush fell on his cheeks and his head gazed down, "If you don't mind having me... that is..."

"My, my..." the tigress replied, her lips curling into a smile as her eyes... glowed, "Of course, Eli... I'd never close my doors on you..."

"Uhh... y-yeaaaah... umm..."

Perhaps... perhaps it was a bad idea that he decided to have lunch with them. Considering the uh... growth currently going on within his pants. Looking down briefly, Eli even saw it starting to show through his jeans, a sight Melissa saw as well.

Oh my... did it ever stop growing? She wondered...

"Come on, come on," the tigress said, ushering the duo inside as she led the way.

Hunter casually pulled out his phone, using it to search the web, or look up text messages, or whatever. Eli however, had his eyes tracked entirely upon Melissa... and her buttocks. The tigress' tail was standing tall and erect, letting everyone get an endless view of her posterior as it swayed left and right. The skirt of her sundress was like a curtain in how they fluttered by, allowing for glimpses of her legs. And...

And...

"Hunter?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Could you go upstairs and... find Mommy's phone?" asked the tigress as she gazed at her son, causing him to groan.

"Again!? Great... I'm gonna be in your room all day looking for your phone; what was even the point of calling me in for lunch!?"

"Hee-hee! Sorry! Mommy's just... always misplacing her phone!" she said in an apologizing tone, though that didn't stop her son from sighing.

"I'll say... oh well..." turning, he faced the stairs, "I'll be right back. Hopefully the food won't get too cold!"

Eli tensed up, wanting to say something as his friend walked for the stairs, but keeping his mouth shut. Call him skeptical, but he didn't think Melissa actually misplaced her phone and that it was just an excuse to send her son on a wild goose chase. But hunter went up those stairs and around the corner, and once he vanished fromw view.

"Yoo-hoo~! Eliiiiiii..."

"Gulp... oh man..."

There it was in Melissa's hand, taunting him like evidence for a detective; her smartphone. Briefly she flaunted it, before stuffing it aside and out of view; probably within her apron. Then again...

"Follow me, Eliiii," Melissa said, her tone suddenly sensual and seductive.

Okay, maybe she is a hunter. Just, instead of hunting for something like chicken, she hunts for cock.

Grabbing Eli by the collar of his shirt, she led him straight past the kitchen, and instead into the downstairs bathroom. By now, his cock was already aching, as if screaming to be unleashed from its cage. Eli was still hesitant, but there was nothing he could do when the bathroom door open, the light was flicked on, and--

Thunk!

The door was closed shut.

"Nnnghh... I've been waiting for this for soooooo looonnggg~~~" Melissa groaned.

Sitting down on the toilet, the tigress panted as if she had just got done running a marathon. Already there was a heat in the air, following the white-hot breaths she gave again and again. Gripping the skirt of her sundress, she pulled them up to reveal the equally as white panties she wore... and the moist stain in the center of them.

White panties... for a woman doing such a thing? As if...

"Nnngmm... mmmmm... Eliiiiii," Melissa groaned, "Please, take it out; your cock. I want to see it..."

Bringing over her hand, the tigress placed one between her thighs, and the other upon her chest. Together she began groping herself, kneading her tit in such a hypnotic fashion. Pushing her bosom up, sinking her fingers in, while her other hand teased her moist, wet cunt beneath her panties. And Eli - despite his attempts to resist - could only lay back against the door, watching with unflinching eyes as he bit into his bottom lip.

"M-Mrs. Todd, please," he pleaded, though his hand started rubbing upon his large cock through his pants, "W-we should really stop this... b-before we get caught!"

"You say that... haaah... but you agreed to have lunch with Hunter... you want this as much as I do," she stated with a knowing smirk, "Now take out your cock and beat it. I want to watch it fill up while I imagine us having sex."

"I-imagine us having sex? But we've already had sex! And that was_four_ days ago!" Eli stated, causing her to groan again.

"And it was four days too long. Between my husband spending more time at home, and Hunter's basketball practice not lasting as long, I barely get the chance to spend time with you! So I'm not letting this chance pass up. Take it out... I need it!"

"Oh man..."

Despite knowing how dangerous this was with Hunter just upstairs, it didn't actually stop Eli, did it?

Briefly he thumbed the hem of his pants, before quickly undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. And with her eyes sharp and unflinching, Melissa watched every moment as the young man pulled down his pants, freeing the monster within.

"Oh myyyyy~~~ nmmm..."

And... was it her, or was it larger than she remembered?

Already pumping with so much blood and vitality, Eli's cock stood tall and proud before the tigress. It was so long, so wide, and with far, far too many inches to start counting now. Gazing upon it, Melissa briefly reached out to touch his dick, only to then pull back. Hands returning to her own body, the lustful tigress began kneading and groping her bosom with one hand, while the other hand slipped under her panties, teasing the moist folds beneath.

Her gaze was singular; locked entirely upon Eli and his cock. How it throbbed, how it pulsated, and the syrupy precum it oozed from its tip, pouring and pouring like a leaky faucet.

"Nngghh... haaaaah~~"

Her digits curled, slipping into her panties as she began rubbing and fingering herself directly. Fingers swirled around her teasing labia, her thumb played with her clit, but then she pushed inside of herself, stroking upon those vaginal walls as she leaned back and moaned more. Her claws scratched and pricked the sensitive nerves within her cunt, drawing louder moans from her lips.

And Eli...? Well, what did you expect?

Wrapping both hands around his cock, he furiously began stroking it back and forth in desperate need. While momentarily abrasive towards the idea of - once again - sleeping with his friend's mother, the overwhelming lust of the situation won out regardless. He just couldn't help himself! So running his hands along the length and veins of his cock, he felt his skin roll with his palm. He grunted and moaned, his tongue hung out as bolts surged straight through him and his balls roared. More and more pre from that slit even spurt out, with one in particular--

"Aaah!?"

Shooting out like a bullet, where it struck Melissa upon her face and chest.

The tigress flinched and moaned, feeling the hot, gooey substance stain her. Bringing a finger over, she swiped some of the precum off of her tits and brought it to her lips, swooning the moment that intense flavor struck her tongue. With how strong his cock was, it was like he was made for breeding.

"Nmmmm..." Melissa moaneed as she spread out her legs more, "Eliiiii! Eeeelliiiiii!"

He bit his bottom lip, the desire to say something snarky there, but the lusts of the situation was just too great. So he stood there, still and erect, watching as the tigress pulled on the straps of her sundress, sliding them down her shoulders. In by glorious inch, that white garment rolled down her elegant body, revealing that, of course, she wasn't wearing a bra today. Which means...

"Aaaahh..."

Out came those heavenly, heavenly tits.

Large and round and white, with pink nipples. Sounds a bit familiar, doesn't it? What does it say of a young man who mentally compares the breasts of his best friend's mother, to the breasts of his own mother? Probably says he's one sick individual, doesn't it? And yet...

"Aauahh! Haaaah! Haaauuhh~~~!"

That didn't stop Eli from stroking his cock off; if anything, once those tits came out, he doubled his efforts! Rubbing and fapping and beating and thumping and whatever other euphemism one could use for giving himself a handjob! And the glistening clear pre which oozed from the tip kept flowing out like a river of honey!

Melissa could barely contain herself as well! The mere sight of his cock constantly expanding and drooling, while Eli's musky scent filled the bathroom up... sniifff!!! Like, who couldn't get addicted to this!? A hungry sliver of drool even started hanging from her lips, streaking down her cheek and chin where it broke off to fall below. And when it did...

"Fuck it, I can't take it anymore!"

Melissa rose up, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulling them all the way down her sensual thighs and legs. They were already so white and shear, one could see her pink cunt through them! But once the garment slid away - breaking off strands of juices as it did so - she balled and tossed it aside like it was nothing.

The scent of a hot and horny female; Eli's nose twitched when that odor struck him. More and more the pesky inhibitions of right and wrong were melded away, replaced with the overwhelming desire to just fuck. Even if he did end up regretting it later, nothing would stop him from doing it now!

So he moved in, planting his thick, large cock against Melissa's thigh. Grunting with anticipation, the tigress reached back for the toilet seat, bracing herself for the hard dicking she was about to receive. No hesitation; it just pressed right up to her cunt as she spread out her legs more and more. And when the head of it kissed up against her folds...

"NNGHHHGHHH ~~~! HAAAAAHHH~~~! BIG! SO BIIIIIGGG!!!"

Her pussy spread around his cock as it slid inside of her, pushing in deep and widening her out. Laying back and clinching her teeth, the tigress could barely stop herself from screaming out loud. Eli's cock was just too big; filling every inch inside of her with nothing but his long, thick meat. No escape, no stopping, just... just... just...

MORE!!!

"AUUHHGHH!!! HAAOOOHH!!! MMMFFFF!!!"

Melissa wasn't the only one losing their mind.

Maybe it was the size of his cock, but whenever he fitted it inside of someone, everything was so damn tight! She squeezed on his cock, and utterly refused to let him go. No quarter given, no space to move; just pussy, dick, and pussy, with nothing else!

Deeper and deeper that cock of his pushed, overpowering every inch of Melissa's cunt until...

There was nothing left to overpower.

Somehow, Eli fitted the entirety of his dick - sans his knot - into Melissa's cunt, completely stuffing her. He was left panting for breath, while she looked down towards her flat stomach. And, behold, the thick outline of his girthy length. Rubbing her stomach, the tigress felt up the outline of his cock as it overtook her, moaning lustfully throughout it all.

"Aaahhaaa... mmmmm..."

So much stretching... but it wasn't discomforting. Sure, there were some aches, some pains, but overall, she felt nothing but pleasure. And Eli hadn't even moved yet...

Schlluuuck!!! PLAP!

Schlluuuck!!! PLAP

Schlluuuck!!! PLAP!

Schlluuuck!!! PLAP!

"Ooooohoooooo~~~!"

Such slow strides, such powerful penetrations, and every thrust had the bathroom shaking around them. Both seemingly forgot about the fact that, ya'know, Hunter was just upstairs. And really, neither side seemed to care. They just... fucked.

Balls swaying between his legs, Eli constantly drew back and forth to penetrate the lustful tigress beneath him. With every thrust, her pussy grew slicker, wetter, allowing easier movement the next time, and the next time, and the next time! And easier movements met stronger thrusts, rutting the tigress deep with so much power, her entire body quivered. Hair flowed, breasts bounced, and this loud clapping noise echoed out from their rapidly melding bodies.

With surprising skill and precision, Eli drove his cock into Melissa with reckless abandon, desperate to blow his load deep inside of her. And the tigress let him do it, for only his cock could touch and tease and abuse all of her sweet spots all at once! No longer did she speak, save for making random grunts and moans and other such noises. And with her eyes crossed and her tongue hanging out, it was clear to everyone that there was no one home; just this fucked silly milf who took his cock for everything it was.

The balloon within her belly was about the burst; that great climax eminent. And before Eli knew it...

"NNGHGHH!?"

He found his cock throbbing as well with that telltale sign that he was about to explode. Mentally, he tried to fight himself back, knowing how messy this could get. And with no hyper condom there to help contain, well, any of it, a mess was all but assured. So he tried pulling back, but--

GRAB!

"GOTCHA!!!"

"WHAT!?"

Legs reaching up, Melissa wrapped them around Eli's waist, holding him in place. His eyes grew wide with shock, but there was nothing he could do to her superior leg strength. Whenever he drew back, she'd pull in with her legs, adding more strength to his thrusts as he fucked her. She wanted all of this. Cock... and cum.

So...

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

And then, as he really got into it, as he let his mind get washed over with pleasure and need...

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP!!!

"HOOOOH!!!"

"AUAUUGHHH!!!"

And...

PLAAARRP!!!

"GUH!"

"HAAH~~!"

It sank into her; every inch of his cock. And they laid there, connected with very little space between them, Eli's eyes rolled back.

SQUIIRRRRTTT!!!

Thick, copious amounts of seed rushed out of his dick and flowed into Melissa. Her eyes grew wide as her pussy was caked in cum, her belly swelling from the furious rush of spunk. And whenever either of them thought it was over, even more spunk came flowing inside of her! Sure, some seed came spurting out of her cunt to cover his dick, but most of it flowed inside of the tigress, making her once thin belly distend from the copious amount of cum being tanked inside of her.

And that feeling... that feeling of being stretched out to her brim, of being bred like some sow, was more than enough to make Melissa's eyes roll back. Clinging to Eli's shoulders, she hugged the fox against her bosom as she came around his dick, adding some of her clear juices to mix with his white spunk. The heat, the rush, the size, the load... all of it was without equal.

By the time it was all done, it felt like an eternity had passed. Eli slicked back, because - thankfully - he hadn't knotted her deep. If he had, well, let's just say that they'd be together for more than just... a few hours. Still, once his cock slicked out of her pussy...

Seed came dribbling out of her pussy, staining the toilet beneath her. But before she could cover her floor in nothing but his cum...

"HEY MOM! I COULDN'T FIND YOUR PHONE!! Hey... where are you!?"

"C-coming!!!"

Melissa closed her legs, trapping whatever residing seed that still flowed inside of her.

"What? Mrs. To-- OOF!?"

Rather suddenly, she pushed Eli off of her, standing tall with cum still seeping down her thighs. With the speed and finesse one would suspect of a tiger, Melissa quickly swiped up her panties, capturing whatever seed still within her cunt. She also pulled up her sundress... though without a bra in the way, her nipples were poking rather hard through her top. Didn't matter.

Having seemingly discarded whatever notion of sex and lust, Melissa darted out of the bathroom at sonic speeds... with her large, cum-filled belly bouncing all the way. Meanwhile, Eli laid there on the bathroom floor, his cock still standing tall between his legs as he looked up in a dazed manner.

"Oooh man... why does this keep happening to me...?"

...

Dun-dun-dun-dunnnn!

Dun-dun-dun-DUNNNN!!!

Seriously, do all schools have that very same bell tune? What is it called again? Ah... it doesn't matter.

Sundown High School, home of the Novas! And boy, did they want you to know it, what with the plastering of the Novas baseball team insignia plastered everywhere. Apparently, back in the 60s, the Novas was the best high school baseball team around, a history the school_loves_ reminding its students of. And while the team isn't half bad today, does it really need to be beaten into their skulls on a regular basis? Must make the other sports teams feel inadequate, huh?

Or maybe, ya'know, Eli was thinking too hard on it.

PTA meetings happen often, he's sure. Yes, even for an eighteen-year-old with prospects of going to college. In fact, it was for that very same reason why Eliot was disembarking the car with his mother at Sundown High School. Today was - as the school called it - 'College Scouting Day', which means the students, the teachers, and their parents try to find the perfect colleges for said students. Its kinda pointless since most students already know where they want to go, but hey, sometimes it helps.

Like with Eli, who really had no idea where he wanted to go... and for perfectly reasonable reasons. Should he pick a college that's far away, and escape the women who hound him in life, or should he pick a college closer?

This damn war inside made it hard to choose.

"This way, Eli," Elanor said as she tugged on her purse, her cool blue eyes cutting towards his school, "We are to meet with your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Wilkson, right?"

"Yeah, she's uh... in class number 519..." Eli replied as his mother nodded.

"Good... let's hurry this up then. The sooner we finish this, the sooner we get back home," she stated... only for her eyes to slide into sensual glares s her tongue licked across her lips, "And the sooner we get back home... fufufu... the sooner we can... _enjoy_ourselves."

"Mom... a-at least keep it in until we get home," Eli said as he nudged away from her.

She didn't respond, instead nodding in agreement. It would be pretty bad if their little secret got revealed while they were out, wouldn't it?

So for now, Elanor followed her son into the school, where the halls were already filled with teachers and students walking around like a normal school day. For as superfluous as one may think College Scouting Day is, it certainly was popular. Maybe it had something to do with the free cookies in the cafeteria.

Allegedly, they got Mrs. Todd to cook them... hrrgh... best to stay away from the cafeteria then.

Considering how short he was and how many people there were around them, Eli wasn't too surprised getting bumped around as often as he led his mother to Mrs. Wilkson's classroom. It happened quite a lot, actually; the bumping that is. Still... he swore he was getting bumped around a bit more, even to the point that he couldn't see his mother in all the droves of people! The fox even felt himself being tugged on by his collar, a slight 'Hey!' leaving his lips but to no avail. There was hand on his shirt, bringing him along where he--

Slipped!

Right through a door.

"Hey!? What the!" WHUMP! "Uah?"

Pinned to a wall with a hand beside his head? A rather _familiar_feeling for Eli, especially at school. And why is that? Because of the woman right in front of him.

Big... didn't begin to describe her. Large... didn't begin to describe her either. He's heard the term 'Size Queen' before, and while he never understood it, he most certainly agreed when used in relation to her. She was taller than him, taller than most other people in the school in fact. Perhaps around six foot one, maybe six foot three on a good day.

She was a voluptuous, if not outright amazon of a woman. Long, flat snout, elegant brown fur, sharp brown eyes, and even sharper, ebony horns. She was the kind of woman who could shake a room from the sound of her voice alone, and the great power to do so as well. Her looming shadow typically stretches over the hall, and was only matched by the heavy thumps of her footsteps.

From her head spilled long, flowing red hair, which shimmered in the light of the room around it. It was always straight, always immaculate, and parted around her face so that all could see it... and so that she could see all.

But above all - what perhaps stood out most for this woman - was her_musculature_. This strong definition on her arms and legs, with this physique that could quite easily move mountains. Hell, some rumors claim she has. And with what she was wearing, it was hard not to notice it.

On her chest laid a white, button up shirt, one with short sleeves. It exposed her shoulders and arms, letting all see the chiseled, sculpted body from years of hard work. Her legs meanwhile were clad in gray slack which clung so close to her toned legs, hips and butt, that they might as well have been a second layer of skin.

Her name was Roxanne. Roxanne Wilkson... or Mrs. Wilkson... or even _Roxy_if you're being dangerous. This great, bovine of a woman was the school's premier coach; an ex-basketball player in the female pro league. It would explain her great power and strong figure, among other things.

She was also Eli's homeroom teacher.

"M-Mrs. Wilkson? But... th-this isn't your classroom?" the fox cried as his eyes wheeled around.

"Doesn't matter," she replied, her tone cold and powerful while her hands stroked down the middle of his chest, "I've been waiting all day for you to show up."

"I-I'm here with my mom! C-can't this be saved for later?" he said defensively, even bringing up his hands to defend himself... which ended up meaning he palmed both of her big, firm tits.

She looked down at his hands and he did likewise, his eyes wide, while she appeared indifferent. When Eli pulled back, he could only retreat with one hand. The other hand had its wrist grabbed by his teacher, who kept his hand planted firmly upon her boxy tit.

"Really? You're trying to use excuses to get out of this, when you put your hand on my chest?" Roxanne replied, to which Eli shook his head.

"N-no! I swear! I didn't mean too! I just brought up my hands and... uh..." he shook his head, "Oh maaaaaan... again today? I've been really... really put through the gauntlet, Mrs. Wilkson! C-can we save this for tom--"

"Pants. Down," she ordered casually, causing him to hang his head low.

Like... dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Her tone had this strength to it, even if she wasn't roaring, or yelling, or using that booming tone of hers. It was just in the way she casually spoke, and the raw level of powe of her deep voice that had Eli immediately submitting to her raw charisma.

For what felt like the 100thtime this day, Eli gripped his pants and began pulling them down, much to his own shame. Stepping back, Roxanne allowed him to undress, revealing the fact that they were in an empty classroom. The lights were even still off, basking them in darkness. Perhaps Eli would comment on this... if this hadn't been such a familiar sight for him.

With his pants undone, they fell down to his ankles, revealing of course, his hyper-sized phallus. The bright red sheen, the veins, the bulbous knot, and of course, the musky odor it immediately dominating the room with. Even from this distance, Roxanne could smell it.

That odor and his submissiveness was the only thing that caused her stoic face to break, with a smirk appearing out over her lips in a saucy grin.

"Huff... that's more like it," Roxanne said as she sat upon the edge of the desk behind her, one leg crossed over the other, "You know what to do, Eli. Beat it."

"Hggh... Mrs. Wilkson..."

"I said 'beat it'," she repeated, "And you know what to do... call me 'Roxy'."

"Huh..."

Well, he had his orders, and knew what happens if he disobeys. So with both hands wrapping around his cock, Eli began stroking it from the bottom to the top. Every stroke had his penis growing in size, putting on another inch, and another inch, and another inch. With each inch brought another healthy dosage of precum, which started oozing out the slit of her cock.

"Haaaahh...! Roxxxxyyyyy~~~" he groaned, a slave to his own sensitive member.

"Huff huff... what? Do you need a little bit more 'encouragement'?" Roxy asked as she cocked her head, "And here I thought we were training that cock of yours to be more resilient. How disappointing, Eli. I'll need to redouble your 'coaching'."

Tossing up her hair, the bovine then brought over her hands towards the buttons of her shirt. One by one she undid it, much like his mother did that morning, revealing the busty set of firm tits on her chest. Cradled in such an elegant blue bra, the sight of those furry brown orbs immediately caused Eli's pumping hands to redouble in speed. Faster, faster! The fox was overwhelmed by the dominate charms of his burly teacher, who casually cocked her head at the sight of him.

"Really, Eli," she said, her aloof tone taking a more belittling edge to it, "You look so pathetic right now," she pointed, "Harder. Beat it harder..."

"Y-yes ma'am... aaaahhh~~~"

As ordered, Eli redoubled his efforts, furiously driving his hands along his cock at a speed greater than usual. Every stroke had it throb in his hands, and after one particular stroke--

"Aaahhnnn!"

He shot a squirt of precum over upon Roxy's boot.

She raised an eyebrow, casually impressed by the strength behind his ejaculation. Such a strong distance... hmmm... he's been improving. Must be masturbating more often than he'd admit to. Still, that bit of pre on her shoe brought an idea to mind...

Reaching down, Roxy unzipped her boots, taking it and her socks off slowly to reveal her feet.

Her powerful...

Mighty...

Feet.

Two toes, with two black nails jutting out, they were the feet that propelled her forward in in her stunning basketball career... and could still do more than just 'run' now.

Rubbing her ankles briefly, Roxy taunted her student with her foot, before coaxing him over with a curl of his finger.

"Come here, Eli," she ordered, to which he replied with,

"Yes ma'am..."

Like a zombie hypnotized, Eli walked over towards Roxy where she - with a mere ounce of her strength - pushed him by the shoulder to send him falling on the floor. When the fox gazed down towards his large cock, he found his teacher looming over head dauntingly.

She still had that powerful glare in her brown eyes, and that indifferent look on her face as well. That is until she brought her foot over, where her lips curled into a cocky smirk. And...

"Ahahahahahahhhaaa!!! E-easy!"

"No."

Roxy's foot pressed up against his cock, allowing Eli to feel the smoothness of her soles. Like his hand before, the bovine stroked her foot along his cock, allowing him to feel every inch of it. The smooth straights, the soft bends, even the curvature of her well-maintained nails. Every inch of her foot was felt up by his cock, and with how sensitive it was, its like he was feeling her on a more finite level.

Then she pressed in, and Eli jerked up.

Leaning forward, Roxy applied more pressure to her footjob, causing his cock to squeeze down against his stomach and chest. The fox grunted and jerked, but soon gave a shivering groan as his head hung back.

Standing up fully, the bovine began putting even _more_strength into her footjob, fully pressing his cock down on his body. No longer did Eli stroke his meat; no longer _could_Eli stroke his meat! He just laid back with his arms sprawled at his side, moaning beneath the dominant charms of his teacher and her superior strength.

"Such a dirty boy..." Roxy moaned, "Look... I'll make you spurt all over yourself. Like..."

Squirt!

"Guh!?"

"This..."

With one press, it was like the bovine activated whatever organ in his body that produced precum, for the next moment, Eli's clear pre came shooting all over his face. He groaned from the feeling, laying back on the floor while his teacher finally stepped off of his cock, allowing him to catch his breath. When he looked down, he saw his drooling cockslit gaze back at him, while Roxy loomed overhead with her fists on her hips.

"Enough play time... get up, Eliot..." Roxy commanded, to which he obeyed and stood up, "All day I've been talking with parents and students. It's time I've had my own fun."

Already he knew what was to come, so he no longer even attempted to fight back. Walking over to lay upon the desk Roxy once sat on, he spread his legs and pointed his cock up in a very practiced position. All the while his teacher began undressing.

Unzipping her slacks, Roxy pealed the garment down her body, unveiling the toned and muscular body beneath: her abs, her core, her toned thighs and legs, but that's not all. After reaching under her shirt, the bovine undid the clips to her bra, allowing the garment to drop down freely. His mother and Melissa had great tits, but thanks to Roxanne's shear size, her bosom put theirs to shame. Such large, firm, shapely tits, ones that barely sagged as well. The breasts of amazon with no equal... and the breasts that were getting closer, and closer, and closer, and closer, and--

"Hup!"

"MMMFFF!?"

Can't breathe! Can't breathe! Roxy's great breasts stuffed his face, making it impossible for him to breathe!

Pinned beneath upon the desk below, all Eli could do was feel his body being maneuvered by his teacher's superior skill. She grabbed his ankles then lifted up, bending his legs to the point that he was put into a mating press! But, no, when a female does it to a male, it's the_amazon position!_

And there was nothing Eli could do. Strong cock though he may have, the rest of his body was surely lacking. Oh well.

When Roxy pulled back, her breasts left his face, allowing him to see. So of course he stared down her body towards the toned, muscular labia of her pink pussy. And also of course, she was dripping wet with need and nectar. Such a big woman needed a big cock, and such a domineering woman wasn't the type of person to merely ask. So once everything was set in place - his legs dangling up in the air and his cock grinding against her pussy - Roxy reached down, tipped the head of his large, tapered dick with her pussy, and--"

Schlluuuuck! POP!

"Oooooooohhhhhh...! That's good," Roxy remarked, while Eli...

"AAUUUGHHHNNNN!!!"

There's just something about her pussy that's far different form the rest. He blamed it on the way she squeezed down, overpowering and dominating his dick with her superior body. The toned set of labia that was her entrance were like heated, smooth stones in how they drew his cock in. And the deeper pink of her pussy was like a wrestler, pulling him in and holding his cock hostage. There was nothing he could do. At least with Melissa, she allowed him to dictate the pace. With Roxy? He wasn't just along for the ride, he _was_the ride!

Schlurp! PLAP!

"OH!"

Schlurp! PLAP!

"AH!"

Schlurp! PLAP!

"HRRGGGHHH!!!"

Schlurp! PLAP!

"ROOOOXAAAAANNNNEEEE!!! AAAAHHH~~~!"

His cock nothing more than a dildo for her, all Eli could do was lay there as the buxom bovine rose her body up... then slammed it down with all of her weight behind it. The desk shook and rattled, even seemed close to breaking beneath their bodies. All the while Roxy let her face break, gaining a domineering and lustful smile, not to mention a glint in her brown eyes. All this strength, all this power, all this weight, and all of it was used to fuck herself on this glorious cock of his that could break any normal woman.

"Mmmm...! Fuck yeah!" she roared, "Haaaaah! That's such a good dick, Eli! Haaaaaahh! And I thought my husband's cock was big! I should've waited twenty years..."

"No please! Aaauuughhhh!" SCHLURP! PLAAAP!!! "FUCK! AAAAHH~~~!"

"Ooohoooooo~~~ so goood... mmmfff!"

Every thrust of their bodies, every weighty impact, every roaring moan, built the two's pleasure higher and higher. And much like every other time, when the pleasure built to its absolute zenith, there was nothing Eli could think about but sex!

But there is one major difference between Roxanne, Elanor, and Melissa, and that difference came down to the bovine's muscular cunt. As impressive as it was that his mother and the tigress could both take his cock at all, only one woman could take his knot. And that woman was doing so right...

"GRAAAH!"

"HOOOHH~~~!"

NOW!

With a twist and a slam, Roxanne drove down upon her pussy right up to the top of his knot... and then she kept going. Grunting through clinched, drooling teeth, Roxy brought herself down on his cock whole, her pussy touching up against his groin. And much like with Melissa earlier, the outline of his cock could be seen upon her toned core... as well as the signs of his expanding knot.

And expand it did.

"Nnnghh! Nnnghh! Haaaah! Haaaaaahh!"

It swelled within her, tying the two together with a ball of flesh. Once it hooked in, movement was impossible. Instead...

"Ooooohhhh..."

"Haaaah!!! Fuuuuuckkk!!!"

Roxy leaned back as her cunt was filled with the thick, hot seed of a virile young man. Every inch of her was coated; nothing was left to waste. Just white, white, white! Cum, cum, cum! Filling her up to the absolute brim! And unlike Melissa, Roxy's toned cunt could and did contain every bit of spunk she possibly could. Of course, with the caveat that - also like Melissa - she now had a swelling belly of cum.

While Eli leaned back - awash with the intense pleasure yet another mighty orgasm - Roxy reached her hand down to palm her belly. Such smooth, so strong, so--

"HRRRKGKGHHH!!!"

Feeling that cum slosh about within her pussy and womb, Roxanne gave a moan so deep and so strong, the room rattled around them. At the same time, she laid her head back and jutted forward with her hips as best she could, all so she could--

SPLATTERR!!!

"ACHK!?"

Cum all over Eli's face and body. It was clear, it was strong, it was thick, and it was spicy. So... damn... SPICY!

It matted down his fur and stained his face, as if marking him with her superior scent and fluids. And though the moment of their orgasms couldn't have lasted any longer than a minute at the most, it sure did feel like forever!

But even 'forever' has an end, as the two were starting to learn now.

Coming down from that sexual high, the two panted softly while Roxy released her hold on Eli's legs, allowing them to drop. As they tried to catch their breaths following their drop from their sexual high, the two basked in the afterglow of it all, enjoying the moment as it was.

For several seconds...

"I swear I had Eli with me..." they heard Elanor say through the doors, causing his ears to perk up.

"Then maybe he's in one of these classrooms?" Melissa's voice replied, making his body jolt up.

"Well... we can check..."

"No, no, no!" the fox said defensively. But...

Eeeaarrr!

It was too late...

"Eli! Are you in-- GWAAHA!?"

"Huh? What's wr-- AAHH!?"

Looking over her shoulder, Roxanne's eyes fell upon Elanor and Melissa, the two shocked by what they were seeing. Young Eli, knotted to his teacher, with her belly filled with a great swelling of cum... and the bovine seemingly couldn't care any less. In fact...

"Could you... close the door behind you?" Roxy even said nonchalantly.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON!?" Elanor shouted as Melissa closed the door behind them.

"Mom! I can explain!" Eli replied, though when Roxy twisted... "Ooohooo~~~!?"

"Get off of him!" Elanor shouted, though the bovine shook her head.

"If I could, I would... but that's kind of impossible for the moment. He knotted me."

"Wow? He knotted you? But he's _never_knotted me..." Melissa remarked in an off-handed manner.

"What?"

"WHAT!? MELISSA!!! WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?" Elanor shouted, to which the tigress smiled in a sheepish manner.

"Oops... d-did I say that out loud?" she even said defensively, but it was too late.

"Wait, wait! You've slept with my son too!? Is there anyone in here who_hasn't_fucked my Eliot!?"

"Uuhh... you, right?" Roxy replied, making Elanor blush.

"Th-that's not the point!!!" the vixen snapped... though her tone was oddly telling.

They all grew silent, the air around them becoming thick with tension while Elanor hung her head low in thought. Roxy remained indifferent, Melissa was looking back and forth, while Eli could only wonder... why was this happening to me!? Ultimately, it was Elanor who raised her head again, taking in a deep, deep breath to settle her nerves before asking,

"So we've all fucked... or have been fucking Eli... is that true?"

They all nodded, finding no need to hide this fact.

"Hrrrggh... aren't you two married?" Elanor asked, to which Roxy retorted with,

"Aren't_you_ married, and aren't you his _mother?_Besides, I don't think any of our husbands would rather enjoy knowing what we've been doing with Eli. Let alone the rest of the community."

"Then... how do we all get out of this safely?"

"Hmmm... oh! I propose a truce!" Melissa said as she walked up towards them, her hand extended, "We can all share Eli!"

"WHAT!? Don't I get a say in this!?" the fox replied, in shear disbelief that they were even having this conversation!

"A truce... how will we do that?" Roxy inquired, completely ignoring him.

"Time! Schedules! It's easy," the tigress continued, "We can all split up the times of his day to share a moment with him. You have his mornings since he's at school, I can have his evenings when he's off, and Elanor can have his nights since he'll be at home! Then we all reset!"

"And weekends?" Elanor asked.

"Hmm... well... I'm sure we can think about something on the weekends... though I'm not too shy about... _sharing..._ufufufu!"

The three looked at one another, with Eli sweating bullets beneath them. These three hungry, horny milfs were really deciding on who gets to have him when like he was some slab of meat... and there was nothing he could do about it! He wanted to scream, wanted to speak out, wanted to say something but--

His fate was already sealed.

"Deal!"