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One year had passed since everything went a little bit odd, but Possum Springs hadn't changed much, all things considered. A few people had gone their separate ways, but the town itself was the same. Concrete heading up a hill with buildings hugging the corners, buildings made of chipping brick and colored in fading hues of salmon and red. Old houses on a suburban road with a few abandoned because no one could ever afford their growing prices. People wandering around with nothing to do, old and young. There were a few places that looked better than others, but mostly those were the stores with owners that could afford a little bit of maintenance on the side. The town itself; could not afford that. One of the few shiny buildings was a taco joint near the center where folk were filtering out for closing. A few drunk fellows were on their way waving and joyful as can be with a bottle of hooch in hand, and off they went into the twilit gloom. Stepping out into the dull orange of the setting sun was a black-furred feline hued by evening blue, with eyes deep red and peering holes into the distance. A jacket and a pair of jeans garbed her body, mist flowing from her lips as she said her goodbyes to the two drunkards trailing off. Mae was generally nice to the older folk in Possum Springs. They had nowhere else to go now that the mines were shut down, and had nothing to do but drink away their troubles while watching sports. Few of them had taken to working at the little supermarket that had opened up in recent years, but even the ones that worked there liked to spit and hiss about it ruining the town. Breathing out the chill of Autumn from her body, Mae checked the bag in her hand to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything in the back of the store before heading off in the direction of the apartments. Wasn't long before she saw a familiar green shape all garbed in gothic beauty standing near the corner with one arm under her chest. In hand, she held a cigarette that she soon let fall to the concrete where she crushed it under her boot. Her good friend Bea. The crocodile was a green-scaled dame with tired eyes and a scowl. All she wore was a big shirt that looked more like a dress, and she had to wonder how in the world Bea could stand the cold. Even now her tits were about to saw through her tank top and jacket. Maybe part of that was the fact that she had decided to take a tank top under her work clothes and forgo a bra, but whatever.

When they were a few steps from one another, gave Bea a good squeeze around the waist, a hand landing on the gator's tail and rear while she sighed, "Ready to go home, honey?"

Bea snorted and shook her head, "Mae, no matter how many times you grope my ass. It isn't gonna make me any gayer." She then sniffed, "Does make me feel pretty though."

They shared a dry smile before Mae chuckled, "A few more gropes and we'll graduate to kissing while you're fantasizing about those fancy college guys."

"Shut up." Bea said as she rolled her eyes and broke from the embrace, "You're free to kiss my ass again while I look at porn, though."

Another little smile was shared and Mae sighed while shrugging, "Fine, fine. C'mon, let's head home and get started on that stew before it gets too dark."

Bea looked down at the bag in hand and muttered, "And why aren't we doing this at your place?"

Mae walked past her while humming, "Might've fucked up the first few times before getting it right."

She kept on walking even as Bea scowled. Soon enough, they were side by side heading down the sidewalk. The Autumn breeze rolled through the air sending a few leaves spiraling by. Their destination was one of those faded buildings with the chipping bricks and multiple floors. They stopped by the entrance to say hello to one of their mutual friends. A fellow by the name of Danny who seemed on edge at all times, but she liked him because as much as he whined, he could also listen. Inside they went into the safety and warmth of the apartment complex, which wasn't all that warm considering the heating was on the fritz. Still, better than tasting the cold breeze on her breath with every step. Together, they made their way to Bea's apartment and when they got to the door, she breathed in to steady herself.

Quietly, Bea said, "He's not gonna bite Mae. Just, say hello and be nice. Dad's been a bit more chill since the incident, so relax."

When she nodded, Bea unlocked the door and opened it before heading inside. Mae followed along with a little frown, but she soon brought it into a neutral position as the sounds of the apartment caught her ears. They entered a small hall that led into a singular chamber housing the living room and the kitchen all in one separated by a bartop. The noise in the apartment was some sort of sports fanfare belonging to a game of football on the television. A rerun of an old Smelters game probably. She stepped into the kitchen with Bea while the sound of a fresh beer bottle getting snapped open sounded off.

"Welcome home, hon." Said a rumbling voice from the couch.

The voice came from a shape in a similar color to Bea, but a bit more round like herself and much more alcohol driven. He had a glass bottle in hand, but there weren't that many near him so it might've been his first of the evening. Bea replied in a chipper manner that she found oddly annoying, "Hey dad. Mae is here, she's gonna help cook a stew."

Mr. Santello put an arm on the couch and turned to look at her with a small frown, before he sniffed, "Stew? What's the bag for then?"

She set the bag on the counter and answered as neutrally as she could manage, "Emergency food just in case the stew goes ballistic."

"Insurance is always important to have. Guess even you can use your head sometimes." Mr. Santello grunted.

Mae winced at that, but it wasn't like she didn't deserve it. The old fellow had lost his wife and mourned her every day by kissing a bottle of beer. He was an old bastard that barely did any work at the shop he owned, and he refused to give it to Bea who could actually handle things and could probably use a few extra hands around the store. Mae had made a fool of herself by airing out a lot of her frustrations out on the old man, and Bea as well. It wasn't that she didn't believe the things she said, but at the same time, she had been unable to read the room and understand that what she said only would make things harder for Bea. Part of her wanted to snap back at the old man, but one good look at Bea had her heart calming down a bit while she worked through the various responses crashing through her.

With a sigh, she shrugged out of her jacket to toss it onto the bartop while grunting, "Yeah, I'm still not the best cook, but if you need anything while I'm here. Let me know."

A harumph was what she earned as an answer, and he turned back to continue watching TV. Bea gave her a tiny thumbs-up and a smile that warmed her a bit. That was all she could hope for with the old man. They didn't exactly have a good relationship, and even if she wanted to bite back, she didn't want to make Bea's life any tougher. Still, she made note of one thing. The old fella could have fired back at her or asked for a beer or something, but instead, he had just stared at her while she took off her jacket and huffed before looking away. Damn, had he been checking her out? She almost snorted aloud at that. She was absolutely smoking, but there was no way that Bea's dad would look at her like that. With that silly thought out of the way, Mae and Bea turned to the task at hand now, fishing through drawers to get out a pot big enough for the three of them, and checking in the fridge for the ingredients that they needed.

Eventually, Bea stepped back from the fridge while clucking her tongue, "Well shit, guess I gotta head out."

Mae raised a brow, "What do you mean?"

"No beef." She said while grabbing her keys.

She stepped in front of Bea and whispered, "Hold up, you're just gonna leave me here with him? He's gonna chew me apart!"

Bea rolled her eyes and walked around her while muttering, "Just play nice, okay? Tell him that I went out for a bit. It won't be that long, okay?" She was about to protest before Bea added, "We can chill afterward, just the two of us. Watch movies or somethin'. Be good and I won't get upset at you no matter how cuddly and stupid you get. Might even let you have a beer."

"Bribery." Mae said with false disdain before sighing, "Fine. You win, but porn and chill is on the menu."

The croc chuckled and waved her off, "Whatever. Just be good."

When the door shut again, Mae headed out to the living room in front of the counter before speaking up, "Bea went out to pick up an ingredient we're missing, uh, figured I should let you know. Need anything from the kitchen?"

Mr. Santello snorted, "Bea's not here kitty cat. We don't have to play nice."

Mae grumbled, "Yeah, but I kinda don't want Bea to hate me because I started sparring with her dad."

The couch creaked as the old croc leaned against the spine and rumbled, "Might as well start biting back. It's boring if all you do is take every insult I throw at you. That bein' said, you could get me another beer from the fridge, and you could sit down and drink it yourself. It'll be good to have someone to spit at."

She couldn't tell if that was the alcohol talking, or if he really just disliked her that much, but at least he wasn't telling her to get the fuck out. With a sigh, she went into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of beer before heading to the living room. Instead of sitting on the couch with him, she kicked her boots off and sat at the foot of the couch with one knee drawn up. A claw popped the bottle off and she raised it to her enemy before bringing it to her mouth to take a deep pull once she heard the clink of glass on glass. Bitter and sour all at once, the beer went down easily enough but she wasn't in it for the taste. Her nerves almost immediately began to ease up as she watched the glowing tube before her while not being able to make heads or tails of the football match. Sure, she kind of understood it, but it wasn't really her thing.

"So, when are you getting a husband and getting out of town?" Asked the old croc.

She raised a brow toward him while huffing, "Why? You offering?" When he snorted as loud as possible she continued on, "Nah. That's not what I'm looking to do. Still trying to figure it out as I go, but at least I got a job now."

"Yeah. I heard a bit about that. From some fellas that stop by on occasion to watch the games with me." He said before draining more of his bottle, "Heard you work tacos and dick."

Mae thought about snapping at the old man, but instead, she shrugged, "Guys pay good to get off. Some girls too. Even your daughter lets me eat her out even though she's straight as a board."

Mr. Santello groaned, "Didn't need to know that, you little bitch."

With the nerves eased and the alcohol making its way into her system, Mae decided to press a little, "So what did you wanna know? How much I charge? Types of things I do with guys? Maybe you wanted specifics about who I've shown my tits to for a dollar, who I've let inside of me for a beer and some cash. That the kind of thing you wanna know?"

The old croc sniffed, "Do it that often, huh?"

Mae sighed and pressed her head back against the cushion of the couch, "Nah. Not that often. Just usually when the drunk guys are around or when Danny is getting too existential."

And that was that. Mr. Santello turned his attention to the TV, and for once, was absolutely quiet. He didn't insult her, didn't try to bring the subject up again, but as she took another sip of her beer, she had to wonder, why bring it up at all? It could have been that he had meant to demean her, but he could've kept going if that was the case. Instead, he had specifically mentioned her working dick, and specifically asked if she did it often too. She was watching him closely enough now to see that his tired eyes occasionally veered toward her before darting again. Mae followed the trajectory of that gaze to see that her chest was right there on display through the neck of her tank top thanks to the size. Was the old guy checking her out? Seriously?

Draining the last drops of alcohol from the bottle, she set it down on the carpet with a dull clack and huffed, "So, c'mon. Out with it. Why'd you wanna know about me sucking dick? Thought you could make me feel bad? You of all people?"

The old croc growled as he turned toward her, but stopped. She had let the strap of one side of her tanktop fall just a bit, Mr. Santello opening his mouth a few times before snapping, "Yer Bea's friend. Why wouldn't I be concerned about the type of filth she hangs out with? I bet your father doesn't even fucking know what you're doing, or maybe he does considerin' how loose those idiots' lips are."

Sweat beaded down his cheeks stained with color, the jeans he wore suddenly bearing a bump she couldn't help but notice while she pressed on, "Yeah? I don't think he'd care too much seeing as I help with rent now. Mom might have something to say about it, but so what? What else am I gonna do in this shithole? Just rot?" She then crossed her arms under her chest, braless breasts trying their best not to escape the confines of her tank top as she added, "Besides, even clean men like you and dad probably get their dicks wet. Dad has mom, sure, but you? No way you've just been sitting here without looking for someone to pay."

This time, the old man looked away with a scowl, beer bottle set down on the coffee table in front of the couch firmly before he muttered, "No. Not for a long time at least. Why would I ever stain her memory like that? Yeah, yeah I got my wants. Yeah I got my needs and most times I don't even feel like using my hand, but so what? I'm not just gonna get off my fat ass and head out there looking for a quick fuck." Quieter still, he muttered, "So yeah, I haven't had sex in a long time."

She blinked, shoulders raised as she sniffed, "That why you're staring so much?" When all the old croc did was nod, Mae brought a hand to the back of her head before sighing, "All right. Let's stop this stupid game then. Get your dick out."

Mr. Santello coughed, "Come again?"

"You heard me." She said as she moved in front of him on her knees, "Get your dick out. Might as well take care of you on the house since you're a friend's dad. Can't even imagine what Bea would say if she saw you hard too."

He seemed about ready to snap at her, but she placed a hand over the growing tent on his jeans and he cursed, "You've got no shame, no class or anything. Not even a little respect."

Those words were said in quiet hisses and grumbles, but still, his fingers moved to undo his jeans, button popping off, fly spread apart before the zipper was tugged on down. A girthy shaft was brought out into the air, one that was twitching with more life by the second. Mae took hold of the base and squeezed gently, her other hand pushing his underwear and jeans down enough to let his fat balls out at the same time. She noticed that his eyes were still on her chest, still glued to the same place she had caught him peeking, so she decided to give him a better view. For a moment, she removed her hands from his balls and cock to grasp the straps of her tank top to pull them down properly. Her breasts came out and onto his lap, her nipples already perked and her hands resting atop of them now. Both of his hands drifted down as if to grab them before he looked away with a grimace, as if he had been punched by shame. Well, there was plenty more to be ashamed about now.

She leaned in to drag her tongue along the top of his cock before moving down and around to the balls where she replaced every drop of sweat she could find with her spit. Mae had started out doing this just to give the old man a little win, just because she couldn't stand to see him so damn pathetic and horny at the same time, but she had to admit that she admired his equipment. He was a stout and large man with the girth to match, and there was something attractive about him. Maybe she just liked husky guys with dark features, or maybe it was because he looked like a larger version of Bea with a dick. At the same time, those claws leaning down to grab her before pulling away were interesting as well. Just what would he do if she teased him enough? Nah, better to find out when she wasn't on a time limit. Her tongue moved back to the tip of his dick where she began to kiss the head while her hand tugged at the base of his cock. She tugged in small circles before stopping, her chest rising before falling over his cock.

As the tip of his tool slipped through her cleavage, she felt one of his hands grab onto her chest, claws digging in a bit while she heard him rumble, "Shouldn't I be paying for this? I fuckin' hate charity."

She shrugged while squeezing her breasts against his cock, her body pressing forward to let his heat twitch against the thumping of her heart, "Eh, you gave me a beer and are letting me possibly ruin your kitchen. Figure that's payment enough."

"How much to fuck you." He said through a low growl.

Mae raised a brow and looked up at him. Their gazes met for a moment and she could see in that instance how much the pent-up lust was affecting him. Hell, she could feel it dripping onto her chest in clear and sticky strings. His mouth was opening on occasion, panting as he stared down at her with such hunger in his gaze. It was that look that made her wonder how it would feel to get bent over by a guy like this, to let herself be taken by someone who seemed like he had lost everything, but still wanted something out of this life. Desperation and desire, hunger and need. She could feel some sort of kindred mind there in the sense that she did all of this in part to get a bit of extra cash, and in part because she just needed something to feel good. Her job was shit. Her dad was still working even though he was old enough to be a grandad, and at a crappy supermarket no less.

She gave her fellow desperate creature's cock a kiss on the head before she muttered, "We can't. Bea will be back anytime, so you'll have to settle with fucking my tits and blowing your load in my mouth."

"Then tonight? You're staying over, right?" He said quietly while moving a set of digits to grab onto a nipple.

A shudder ran through her body as she felt him tug and toy with her body, her voice coming out a bit smaller than she intended, "If you really wanna sneak around like that, guess we could meet out here again. Hopefully, Bea passes out hard."

The old man's hips were moving now, pushing that throbbing thing against her chest up to her lips while he grunted, "Good."

Mae had forgotten to set a price, but when she opened her mouth, his cock slid against her tongue and dipped deep into her throat causing her to gag. Sticky with warm spit, his shaft pushed against her chest and dragged up through the cleavage to dig deep into her mouth as he thrust his hips with more force than she thought him capable of. He held onto her head with one hand, claws grabbing onto the hair while he cursed aloud and treated her like a toy. Drunks and Danny couldn't compare to being handled like this, and yet, a spark of defiance coursed through her. She placed her claws on his thighs and dug in, the result being that he called her a bitch and pulled his cock away from her tits just so he could dig more of his dick into her throat. He held onto her head now while thrusting, her tongue pushed against the bottom of his throbbing tool that refused to stop as he pistoned himself against her face. Her nose touched his crotch with every thrust, his balls hitting under her chin with every movement. Mae could feel the world turning and spinning, everything growing hazy and brighter as her mouth was used by this dickhead of a man.

He caught her off guard as he pulled out of her mouth, a cough escaping her as she sputtered, "Fuck, give me a warning before you decide to use my mouth like a horny animal. What the hell man?!"

She then peered up to see that maybe he could barely understand what she was saying. The haze in his eyes had grown, a line of drool falling from his mouth as he stared down at her fat tits. One of his hands had drifted to grab onto his throbbing cock, pumping it just mere inches before her. The words again played in her head, the ones he had uttered in such lust about wanting to fuck her. She thought maybe she should put down her price right now, but her attention was focused on his twitching desire right in front of her.

"Gonna bust soon?" She asked with a sniff.

The old croc grunted and at least managed to nod his head, the lust-drunk bastard pushing the dripping tip of his cock against her chest staining it with sticky pre. Mae shuddered and made the quick decision that she didn't want to get painted with this man's pent-up load, and so she opened her mouth wide for him, her tongue sticking out to invite him to do as he desired. As much as Mr. Santello complained about her presence, he didn't seem to mind too much now as he grabbed onto her ears and dug into her mouth again. This time, he started nice and slow, sliding his cock along her tongue before bottoming out in her throat. He thrust and ground, pushing at a quickening pace until she wondered if he was trying to draw this out. Damnit, hurry up. Bea would be back any moment and what would she say? How could she explain that she was on her knees giving her dad a blowjob? More importantly, why did she feel warm as she said that? Being caught should have been a terrifying prospect. At the same time, her hands were drifting just above the waistline of her jeans, fingers twitching toward the fly. A sudden burst of something thick and warm pumping from the old croc's shaft stopped her fingers just as she was unzipping her jeans. His desire poured out into her throat and down into her gut where it formed a warmth that kept on flowing. Just as she thought. He probably hadn't gotten any in a long time, and now he was pouring out every little saved drop. Her tongue was stained, her breath growing short as she focused all her attention on swallowing his load. When he finished, he pulled out with a groan and leaned back in his seat.

"Hey. Uh, I think I should apol--" Muttered the croc before his words were interrupted.

Mae coughed once she finished swallowing every little drop, but the heat of his orgasm would not leave her maw, would not stop teasing her insides. Breathing out, she climbed up onto his lap with her chest pressed against his, her knees straddling him carefully while she shoved a thumb through the waist of her jeans and purred aloud, "I'm not done thanking you for letting me stay over, right?"

For a second, Mr. Santello looked at her with the same tired clarity that he usually had. A dying light flickered in his gaze, but even then he reached around to grab her fat rear, his mouth nearing her own as he muttered, "Can't believe you're my daughter's friend. I would have hoped she would have better sense."

"Do you?" Was Mae's simple response.

Mouths met together in a warm kiss that shifted into pure heat as his tongue dipped into her maw. That embrace of mouth to mouth lasted for a lovely few moments before suddenly they both froze. The sound of a lock clicking caught them both off guard. They scrambled to get fixed, Mae putting her tank top on while making sure that there were no stains on her, and Mr. Santello wincing as he stuffed himself back into his jeans. She threw herself next to him on the couch and tried to act as casually as she could, her arm at first drifting onto the couch's spine before she decided that was too intimate. Instead, she leaned away and mimicked how he sunk into the cushions of the couch.

Just as she thought she had it, Bea's voice came from the entrance, "Hey! I'm back you two."

She turned her head and gave her best smile to Bea while calling out, "Welcome back!"

Bea stood in the kitchen looking over the bartop with a small frown, brow quirked as she tilted her head and slowly brought up a bag, "Got the meat. Sup with you two? Were you bugging dad again Mae?"

Mae opened her mouth searching for an excuse before Mr. Santello spoke up, "Nah. Invited her onto the couch. We hashed a few things out over a beer. Still think you could probably do better, but she'll make good company watchin' games on occasion if you're ever out like that again."

A small smile curved at the edge of Bea's mouth as she hummed, "Huh, well all right then. Good. Now she can get her fat ass off the couch and help me or else movies and cheap alcohol are off the menu for tonight."

With a threat like that, of course, she had to get up. Before she did, though, she looked toward the old croc that had covered for her. They shared a glance before he slowly raised his bottle to her and nodded. He then returned his gaze to the television leaving her to her own devices. Stew took some time to prepare, but it was worth it in the end. She had managed to impress Bea by not burning anything, and actually making a meal that was edible without being overly spiced or too salty. They ate by the time it was dark with a side of rice, and the old man joined them. Even with that being the case, neither Mae nor the old man really said much at all. Mae didn't really feel any guilt about sharing a meal with the guy she had just been blowing, but she did feel antsy. She twitched and shivered on occasion while feeling his gaze occasionally peer at her whenever Bea seemed busy with something. Did he feel the regret that she did not? Did he want to turn back time to stop himself from making such a stupid mistake? Or had something awakened deep inside of him? Personally, Mae would have loved for more time to grind away all the troubles of the day with a little bit of sex. Something heated that could keep her attention on pleasure and nothing else. Maybe she should have just let him fuck her from the start instead of playing with his dick in her mouth. If she had done that then maybe she wouldn't have felt so damn twitchy, or maybe she'd be just as bad pining for another time.

By the time the dishes were washed and goodnight was said to the old man, Mae felt like her insides were on fire. As they passed the couch heading to Bea's room, she stopped as she heard the old man coughing. He motioned for her to come closer with a single claw and she leaned down to hear him muttering, "When Bea passes out, come back out. I don't think I can wait until Bea's out for a chance at this. It's either that, or I come in there to get you."

The words were near whispered, but she could feel the heat on them, feel the pressure as she looked into his tired eyes and saw the glow there of beastly desire. Clearing her throat, she gave him an answer in the form of a nod before following Bea to her room. Bea's room wasn't impressive. A few candles here and there, a box with some records, and a record player. There was a bed that could fit both of them which was an upgrade from what she used to have. Bea had brought a bag with her full of cans that they cracked into and drank sending off a cheer to saying fuck work.

"So, how did you patch things up with my dad so well?" Bea asked as she took a seat on the bed."

Her ears perked as she joined Bea on the bed and muttered, "Oh, well. Y'know, we kinda bit at each other for a bit before we decided on burying the hatchet drinking a beer. Was pretty damn surprised, but I think he was just tired of it."

Bea looked at her for a few seconds before shrugging, "All right. Guess I should thank you for not making trouble, and well, I did promise."

Mae watched as Bea got up from the bed to strip. Shirt slipping right off revealing green hide. Underwear was soon tossed off and she had full sight of the lithe form of her friend. Part of her wanted to indulge fully by groping, by doing something like that, but instead, she drained the beer in her hand before getting up to do the same. Bea got on the bed and pulled her laptop off the pillow to prop it open. By the time Mae was fully nude and sitting next to Bea, the screen was bright enough for both of them to see a porn site waiting for them.

"Take your pick," Bea said while draining a can.

Usually, she'd pick something a bit gayer just to tease Bea, just to see if she could get her fully on board with all of this, but tonight she felt a bit different. Her mind still couldn't get rid of the image of Mr. Santello's fat dick. When Bea raised a brow at her pick Mae simply shrugged her shoulders, "Felt like something different tonight. Figure we can both enjoy watching young busty babes getting fucked by older men."

They shared a little smile before shifting their positions. Bea lay on the bed with her hand under her, fingers steadily working as the video started. Mae rested her cheek on Bea's plump rear, her own hands drifting over her crotch as she let the alcohol and deviance take her away from the world. They had both started this little ritual not too long ago. It was a stupid suggestion said through a mouthful of alcohol that she thought would get her in trouble, again. However, Bea had simply agreed to it and drunk porn nights became a thing. The most that ever happened was that she got to kiss Bea's ass a few times, but that was more than enough for her. The shared space where heat flowed out freely. The walls closed around them for no one to see their actions but themselves, and the lust they shared for the glowing vision ahead of them playing pictures that both of them wished they could enact. She had a bit more luck with partners than Bea, but mostly that was because her standards were lower. Some could call Bea picky, but she was really looking for that dream guy that could take her away from all this, while Mae just needed something to take the edge off of life. Their eyes turned to hazy circles, their fingers moved in tandem, and on occasion, they got up to get a drink. Mae was careful not to drink as much as she usually did, partially, because she was a lightweight, but also because she couldn't get what Bea's father had said out of her head.

Usually, she drank most of the beer and passed out hard whenever they did this kind of thing, but Mae let Bea grab the lion's share of it. Mae found it hard to make a move on Bea like she usually did as well. She just laid there whenever they got back to masturbating, leaned against her friend's weight and warmth while her fingers did the work idly. This heat wasn't enough. This warmth could not compare to what she felt pulsing in her throat. She looked at the moving images of a girl getting plowed, of a girl getting ruined as she cried out for more, and she wondered if Bea's father could fuck her like that. Mae dug her digits in while the old man's words kept on replaying in her head. If she didn't come out, then he'd come in for her. Would he really do that? Would he walk in on this image of his daughter masturbating along with her best friend? What a fucked up guy, and she was fucked up for loving every little thought urging her fingers to move and dig in faster. But it wasn't enough.

At the fourth video, the collection of cans around the bed had grown a bit. Mae sat up slowly and brought her fingers up to look at the strands of arousal between them. She sighed and flicked her fingers before looking toward Bea. Eyes closed, drool marking the spot underneath her cheek. She reached over with her clean hand and touched Bea's face gently. No reaction. Stretching, she got up and the cans around the bed fell over as she drifted toward the door. The doorknob twisted in her grip, and the darkened apartment greeted her as she pulled it back.

Mae could hear the sound of men and women talking about sports blaring on the television. She supposed that all hours there had to be some kind of rerun going on. Never could she understand how someone could just sit on a couch watching endless sports, but then again, maybe beer and sports was the same thing as beer and porn. Just needed something to take the edge off, something to dull the head a little bit with the right amount of excitement thrown in the mix. Well, walking through her best friend's apartment completely naked in the hopes of running into her dad seemed pretty damn exciting.

She stopped at the couch expecting him to be there, but as she peered over the spine just to make sure he wasn't lying down, she heard his voice, "Walkin' through a man's home naked without an inkling of shame."

Her eyes veered toward the kitchen to see a single light coming from an open fridge. She saw his shape there briefly before the light flickered out, his full body coming into view as he stepped into the pale glow emitted by the TV. In one hand he had a new bottle of beer, the other moving to pry the top off with a claw. Mae stood there for some time wondering what to make of his words before she simply decided to approach him. Those dull eyes of his stared back at her while her heart thumped in her chest from being so damn exposed. She could have at least put on some pants, but no, she had decided to bare her plump and round form to the old man immediately hoping that he would pounce.

Quietly, she muttered, "Figured I'd take you up on that offer. Y'know, the one that you made?"

He looked at the beer before draining at least half of it in one go. A breath escaped him after as he took a step toward her and rumbled, "What a stupid mistake we'd be making. Don't even have condoms."

"You could just pull out." She said while putting a finger through the waist of his jeans.

Mr. Santello leaned in close, his mouth just a few breaths away as he hummed, "Now why would I do that?"

She shuddered while huffing, "That desperate to be a daddy again? I won't wear a ring for you."

Mae expected him to recoil, for him to spit and seethe, but instead, he let the bottle in his hand drop to grab her shoulders tightly. His mouth closed over her own, her eyes growing wide before she closed them in acceptance of what was happening. His tongue dipped into her maw, his hands moving now to grasp onto her sides. He squeezed and dug his claws through the fur, the heat of the kiss and his touch overtaking her mind in a deep haze. What a stupid decision this was. Letting Bea's dad fuck her, and fuck her raw of all things too, but that realization did not come with any regret. Mae only found herself clinging closer to the mistake, her hands twisting around his shoulders to grasp and pull herself deeper into the kiss while his digits trailed to her ass to squeeze and spread. Drool and spit mixed together, their breaths and sighs clinging to her mouth as she drank in everything he had to give her. They could take their time while the moon hung in the sky, while Bea slept peacefully in the other room. The sound of the TV could block everything out, but she had to admit it was becoming a bit difficult to focus with all that noise. When their mouths finally tore apart, the old crocodile drifted to the couch to grab the remote, he depressed one of the buttons and the volume faded leaving only the pale glow of the TV. Her chest thumped harder, her mind racing as her eyes remained fixed on him.

Mr. Santello got out of his clothes and it looked like he was nearly tearing them off. Sweater and jeans were discarded along with whatever he wore underneath. Mae did her own part to get ready as well. She placed her hands on the arm of the couch and leaned over, her breasts pressing against the rough material while her tail and hips remained hiked up in the air. The old croc took the invite by moving around to her back, one of his hands grabbing onto the base of her tail to tug while the other squeezed one of her supple ass cheeks. He spread it wide and Mae shuddered as she heard him spit and felt the stickiness hit her ass. What surprised her more was the fact that she soon felt him crouching down to run his tongue along her puckered peach. A moan escaped her, preventing her from making a joke about him eating her ass, preventing her from making a comment on it. The tongue on her rear was one reason that she had let out such a noise, but the other was because the hand on her rear had moved to dip two digits inside of her cunt. One slide of the tongue along her puckered hole and he dug his fingers in as deep as he could, another lap and his finger yanked out. He repeated this motion, this flow nice and slow without stopping. Her body trembled from the constant attention, but she wanted more than this, needed more of it and she was almost tempted to tell him to hurry the fuck up.

Thankfully, he couldn't wait much either. He got back up to grab her tail again, his other hand swatting her ass causing her to yelp while the sound echoed in the living room. The tip of his cock met her heat and soon it pushed and prodded, that raw desire soon sliding into the shallows her cunt while their mistake continued in full. He eased himself inside with a loud groan, his twitching shaft soon pummeling her insides as he jolted forward with all of his strength. Mae slipped forward, one leg coming up with her toes clenching while she uttered a curse in a mixture of soreness and delight. His body followed her forward, his belly hitting her ass with every thrust as his hand on her tail jerked forward to grab her hair and yank back.

"Asshole!" She cried out before groaning, "Fucking me raw is seriously stupid. I thought you were going for my ass when you started huffing it like a desperate animal. Figured I'd have to tell you to get some lube, but instead, here you are fucking my cunt. Should I call you that word again just to see how wild you go?"

"Shut the fuck up." He growled as his hips collided into her ass.

Mae winced as he really pounded inside of her, as his raw dick ground deep along her inner walls. There really was no going back with that heated thing pulsing inside of her ready to blow its load at any moment. Making matters worse was the fact that she had already been toying with herself before making it easy for him to slide inside of her wet pussy. And she was loving every second of it. She mewled and groaned, sighed aloud, and thrust her hips back as best as she could while taking every inch of his cock. Her claws dug into the couch while she tried her best not to tear into it, but she had no such reservations with her voice. Every yank on her head caused her to yelp, every thrust making her groan in pure delight, and it wasn't long before she could feel her insides tightening. The pressure that had been building, the desires that could not be fulfilled by fingers alone when she hungered for so much more began to release. Her climax struck her in a wave of delightful heat she clung onto for dear life. That sensational pleasure coursing through her brought a lovely spot of white to her mind that blotted out all other thoughts. She wasn't even thinking about the fact that his twitching cock was releasing so many little lines of pre into her cunt, so many dangerous spots of heat.

When her thoughts returned to her, she managed to mutter, "Gonna pull out, dumbass?" He let go of her hair and slowed down, but his arms curled around her neck to rest against her chest as he started to rock his hips at a steady pace, "Seriously? You're just gonna knock up your daughter's friend?" His body shook, and it felt like he was starting to pull out. As this happened, she muttered quietly, "C'mon, answer me. Wanna knock me up, daddy?"

His hold on her neck tightened, her eyes growing wide as he dug himself in as deep as he could. Hot cum began to pour out, her gaze turning hazy while her insides were filled to the brim. Heavy ropes of that virile seed painted her inner walls, her body shuddering as she took in every drop without complaint. Mr. Santello as well kept a hold on her to make sure her body received it, to make sure that her womb was bathed in it while he rocked his hips forward steadily.

When his load finished, when both of them were left panting and breathing out, they each uttered nearly at the same time a little curse, "Ah, shit."

Mr. Santello pulled out slowly and grunted, "I uh, got a little ahead of myself."

Mae could feel those same words in the back of her head, but as she felt every little sensation from this evening glowing on her body, she couldn't help but sigh aloud, "Well, we're not done yet, right?"

She brought herself up slowly and turned around to face him. Her legs nearly gave out and she had to lean on the arm of the couch, but she looked at him with a grin while he raised a brow, "You know it would be stupid to keep going."

"But we've already gone this far, right?" Mae purred, her eyes glowing a bit in the dim light while she added quietly, "Besides, I want more. Don't you?"

The old croc moved to take a seat on the couch slowly, a hand grabbing onto his cock to lift it, "Fine. Then help me get back up again with those lips of yours."

She didn't hesitate. Her knees were on the floor in front of the couch without delay, her lips to one of his sweaty balls to let her tongue out and drag against it. The heat that still rested deep inside of her refused to let her stop, refused to let her even take a moment to think about what she had just done. Mae grasped the base of his shaft to feel it twitch and throb against her palm while she licked and suckled on his balls. Each move of her mouth created a wet pop that gathered in the air as a quiet song echoing through the living room. Before long, he brought his hips back as he leaned against the couch, the bottom of his tail touching her chin. It didn't take much to figure out what he wanted, and so she ran her tongue along the base of his tail all the way up to his ass. She dug her tongue inside and got it nice and wet with her spit while her nose rested just underneath his balls. A shudder rocked down her spine as he groaned aloud and called her a good girl of all things. A good girl wouldn't be doing this, but she got some sort of weird euphoria from the phrase, something that she'd have to unpack later. For now, Mae kept her tongue working against his ass, kept her mouth where it belonged while her hand rested at the base of his shaft feeling it twitch upward. It didn't take too long for his cock to be ready for another round, but she still kept licking, still kept kissing his ass as if she were making out with a lover.

Clawed digits brushed through her hair as the old croc breathed out, "How many men you do this for?"

Mae shivered as she pulled her mouth away slowly with a wet smack of her lips to breathe out, "What does that matter?"

"Mouthy brat. You should learn your place already and just be good." He said with a grumble.

She shuddered as she heard him tell her to be good, defiance on her tongue as she huffed, "Be good? Neither of us are good. Or did you forget how you just now busted one in me raw just because I called you--"

Her face was shoved to his ass again, her tongue moving out to follow that quiet command despite a little growl escaping her lips. She tried pulling away just to test her limits, but he kept her nose pressed to his taint and her lips firmly secured on his ass. When he pulled her head away, he only did so slowly as if he were waiting for her to mouth off again, as if he were ready to drag her mouth back down onto his ass. Both of his legs came down, his body settling on the couch as he reached down to grab one of her nipples to tug. Mae breathed out and got up to follow that pulling until she was on his lap, until their eyes were locked.

"You could get off right now and just head back to my daughter's room after you clean up." He said quietly.

She kept his gaze, her body trembling as she brought her hips up while reaching between them to grab his cock with both hands, "Little too late for that, right? So let's enjoy a lasting relationship. Anytime I visit, anytime I'm around, you're free to do whatever you want to me. None of that bullshit about wanting to let me go either. Just do whatever you want."

He grimaced as he grabbed onto her fat rear and dragged her close, a growl escaping her as he slipped from her grasp and slammed up directly inside of her. Mae began swinging her hips on his lap while cursing quietly, while grabbing his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. Between their kisses, she breathed out her pleasure, the sounds collecting with the noise of her ass hitting his lap with every single movement. Every time she moved his shaft rooted itself as deep as it could as if her womb were ready to break open for him. The mistakes were already made. She hadn't cared in the first place, and didn't care now, but the risk of the seed inside of her was real. She should have cared and maybe she would in the morning when she went out for a special little pill, but right now nothing mattered. Long hours, only a few breaks at work, a family that loved each other but held in all of their little irritations until things broke apart, and a mother with far too much religion on her tongue. She was a useless bitch that couldn't do much, and she didn't care about any of that. Mae could only find herself wanting more of this heat, more of the little pleasures that the world had to offer, and she clung to anything that she could. She kept her claws in Bea, kept her claws in any that were near her, and this old man would just be another scratching post to her. Just the same, it seemed like he would use her in that manner as well.

Mae could feel his hunger in the way that he thrust, could feel the passion that he was pouring into every move coming from a similar place. This man had his own miseries to escape from, his own demons that were probably more dangerous than her own, but the result was just the same. He was grinding into his daughter's best friend and probably going to knock her up unless that little pill was a lucky one. Even then, he had displayed more regret than she had, he had shown hesitation in places that made her wonder how far she could push this.

Pulling her mouth away from his, she got off his lap quick enough that he didn't have time to grab her. She got up and turned around, bending over while grabbing his dick before she lowered herself enough that the tip of his shaft was prodding into her, "C'mon daddy, show me some of that aggression you had before. Don't you wanna breed your daughter's best friend? Make it so I can't leave you?"

And that was it. He grabbed her hips and dragged her down with a curse, "Fuck you!"

The obvious answer wouldn't escape her lips as he began to bring her hips up and down as if she were a sex sleeve. She groaned aloud, squeaking and sighing while he kept on pumping into her, his cock throbbing in her deepest reaches. What thoughts she was having before were pounded away until she was left with that sickly lust that she knew was more than unhealthy. What else was there to do? She let herself get fucked by this older man and rejoiced in the feeling, reveled in the fact that he was going to cum inside of her again. She had never let it happen before now, and now she found that it was the perfect spice. Maybe she'd get tired of it eventually, but the heat and danger she felt pulsing through her gave her a rush that she experienced on and on again.

"Bet you're thinking about any other bastard you can have stuffing you. Thinking about any sort of idiot you could get to cum inside of you. There's plenty of old miners around here that would love a chance at the fat cat's bitch of a daughter." He said through growls and huffs.

Irritation began to spring up as she growled, "You're pushing it, old man."

But her irritations were slammed aside as he pushed deep inside of her, "Shut the fuck up. Where do you get off talking back to me? Calling me daddy, telling me that I'm fucking my daughter's best friend. Of course, I'm doing that shit. What the fuck else do I have? Power over my daughter's life with that stupid shop, and now a bitch that will come back to this house to ride my dick whenever I want. That's good enough for me."

She could slap him right now if it weren't the fact that he was balls deep inside of her, if it wasn't for the fact that it felt so damn good, and instead she rumbled, "I don't think I'll ever not hate you, but at least I can get something out of you just the same. Fuck me like this and I won't give a shit about the stupid things you say. You should hand over that fucking shop to your daughter, but instead, all you do is whine about your body, whine about your poor lot in life, when you could be working or letting your daughter actually hire on new people. Some fucking daddy you turned out to be."

While her voice her voice rose with every word, the intensity of the fucking increased just the same. It kept on increasing until her hair was seized and yanked, her mouth shut by his maw closing over hers. She grabbed onto his cheek with claws digging in, a growl moving between their mouths as a mutual sound that vibrated their tongues. Her insides clenched tight as she felt the rush and heat of the moment punching into her causing her climax to gush around the bastard's dick. At the same time, he let loose a load that felt just as thick as the last one. Everything seemed to spin. Lights playing in her vision brightening and darkening from the television's still buzzing screen. Her form trembled and shook, her head growing hazier while her insides were filled to the brim.

Mae's eyes shut, and when she opened them again; she was awake. She sat up slowly and touch her head while looking around. Somehow, she was in Bea's room and had been lying down next to her. Bea groaned as the bed creaked and began to get up as well complaining about alcohol. Both of them got dressed and headed out to get water for the collective headaches that they were tending from the alcohol. Bea had to do a few things out and about so she said she'd head out first, but thanked Mae for a good time. Mae had a bit of trouble focusing, a bit of trouble figuring out what was going on. Had last night been just a stupid dream? She wasn't quite sure but her body felt sore as hell. The sound of the TV being turned on caught her attention as she watched Bea head out the door. Mae slowly headed back to the living room where the old croc was rubbing his cheek. When he saw her staring they locked gazes. They kept on like that for a solid minute or two before he leaned back with his arms on the spine of the couch, his legs spreading just a bit.

"Want the cash for the pill?" He muttered.

It had happened. All of it had happened. The words, the sex; everything. It was her time to break away from this. It was her time to actually escape this before she dragged herself into a mistake that could not be taken back. Their eyes met, and she could feel his gaze piercing through her clothing. Every little ache and pain in her body right now reminded her of everything he had done to her.

She breathed in and out steadily, and at the same time, she moved to get on her knees in front of him. Her hands moved automatically to bring his cock out into the air, and as she did so she muttered, "Sure, daddy."