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It was past 11 PM and Sarah was still on the couch, watching some absurd, surrealist cartoon she couldn't make heads or tails of. She was splayed out on her back, one arm crossed over her belly, the other over her head with the remote in her paw. The glow of the TV would illuminate the darkened living room and glint her unblinking eyes. Her bottom lids were starting to droop. The occasional yawn split her mouth and inflated her chest. "Huhhhhhhhh..." She told herself that she should go to bed. It wasn't healthy staying up this late. What time was it? She pulled her phone out of the pocket in her yoga pants. 11:23, it read. Jason texted her over an hour ago, before 10. Her thumb swiped the tab menu open and selected the text app.

Jason: Boss asked for overtime. I took it. Gonna be late tonight. Love you.

She remembered how quickly she had frowned when she read that. She texted back.

Sarah: What time do you think?

Jason: Maybe after 11. Midnight at the latest. I'll text you when I'm OMW.

Sarah groaned. It was right in the middle of her nightly routine, brushing her teeth and putting her jammies on. Greeting Jason after work was something the both of them looked forward to. Having a doughy, flop-eared dog to cuddle and soothe the aches out of was a luxury she didn't think she deserved. For him, having a tall, athletic skunkette bosom to come and bury his face in was something he more than earned given his punishing work shifts. Sarah was more than happy to supply it.

Her bushy skunk tail batted the armrest opposite of where her head was propped up on a pillow. The phone was on her belly, silent since his last message. She tried not to let it bother her, but this was the third case of overtime in a week. Thinly staffed and poorly managed, the fast food restaurant where Jason worked needed every ounce of help that they could get. His dedication earned him a few employee of the month awards, but what was that for his waning energy? Whenever he was done being greeted by Sarah he would strip off his uniform and collapse into bed, snoring within seconds. Was that really worth the extra money and a picture of his forced smile on the wall?

Bzzt-bzzt

Sarah picked up the phone. A message from Jason was in the notification bar.

Jason: omw

She rubbed her paw down her face. Thank God. She plopped the phone back on her belly and continued watching- or trying to watch -whatever nonsense was happening on the TV in front of her. Fifteen minutes later she heard the front door come open followed by the sound of a plastic bag settling on the table. There was a heavy sigh, then the thud of boots hitting the floor.

Jason appeared from around the couch in his uniform, the visor cap still on his head. He did not look at Sarah or the TV, instead staring ahead blankly, driven by nothing more than the drive to get somewhere comfy. He found it in the form of a skunk on a sofa. He pivoted towards her then came toppling over like a tree cut from its root. His long, floppy dog ears floated next to his head as he came timbering down. Whumph! He bounced on top of her, snout landing in the crook of her breasts. He did not move or sigh, instead going limp like a dead man.

"Oof," huffed Sarah. She patted his back. "Long day?"

A hideous groan rumbled between her breasts. "Mmmmmmmmm..."

"Yeah, I thought so." She kissed the top of his head through the visor ring. It was plucked off his head and tossed to the floor where it cartwheeled to the wall and bounced to a stop. She pulled up his shirt and scratched his back, mushing around the many folds of loose, golden-brown skin. She could feel the cold of his nose poking through the fabric of her tank top. He smelled like sweat and cheaply made tacos. "Poor baby."

He groaned again before looking up at her from her cleavage. The bottom half of his face was a creamy white. Exhausted blue eyes glimmered in the TV light. "What are you doing up?" he asked.

"Waiting for you to come home," she said, still raking his back with her claws.

"You didn't have to."

"Well, I wanted to. Didn't want you to come home and just pass out without anyone to greet you."

"Thanks, but passing out sounds like the best possible thing right now."

"Wanna go upstairs?"

He closed his eyes and murred. "Not right now. Keep rubbing my back."

She smiled and obliged. "OK. Boss hasn't hired any help for you guys?"

He scoffed. "Hell no. He knows we need it but doesn't do anything to bring anybody in. I don't even know if he has any interviews set up."

"I could come in," she said. "Be a helping hand and take the load off."

"God, no. I wouldn't do that to you, make you do that."

"I'm a big girl. I can do rough things."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. It's not so much that it's rough, it's that it takes forever. You'll go crazy. I'd rather you stay here and be someone to greet me when I get back."

"Yeah, I can do that." She pecked him on the lips.

He smiled, then laid the side of his face on her chest. That bizarro show was still playing. "What the hell are you watching?"

"Fuck if I know. I just left the channel on and watched it turn into this. I'm not really watching it. Wanna watch something else?"

"Not really. I just wanna chill right here with you."

"Yeah, me too. Here. Let's get you out of this." She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and rolled it the rest of the way up his back. He straightened out his arms so that it could come off his head. He yanked them the rest of the way off and threw them across the room, close to where the visor was.

He settled back down and dove his face back into her cleavage. A deep inhale inflated his chest. Her skunky smell was something strong as it was sweet. His eyes fluttered once he exhaled, sending a plume of air up her chest and across her neck. She continued massaging his back, kneading his skin rolls like dough. His finger sneaked up her belly and into the bust of her tank top. He pulled it down, letting fly her soft, round boobs. Down his nose went, splashing his face in that gossamer pool of onyx fluff.

She pulled the shoulder straps down her arms and held the back of his head. The chilly tip of his nose made her nipples go stiff, turning them into a pair of rosy pink beads. His dick was getting hard in his pants, pressing up on the inside of her thigh. She opened her legs, not to get away from his erection but to ease any discomfort.

She caressed the back of his head. "Wanna fool around?" she asked.

"Mmmmmmm..." He lifted his head from her tits. "Only if you do."

"I do."

"You're not tired?"

"I am, but not too tired to have sex."

"You don't have to."

"I know I don't. I asked because I want to. Do you not want to?"

"I do."

"Cool, then let's do it."

"Yeah, awesome."

"Yeah, now get up. Lemme get naked."

"OK."

He crawled back off of her to sit on the other end of the couch. Sara sat up and pulled the rest of her tank top off, showing him her chiseled trunk and crafted curves. They wiggled out of their pants at the same time, Jason coming in last due to the tighty whities he had on. Sarah was already in the breeze, showing off her pink cunny that sat in great contrast to the absolute black that surrounded it. She fell on her back and sat her head on the armrest. Thick, muscular thighs parted for him. Her fingers rubbed down her groin, down the flanks of her chunky pussy lips so that she could pull him apart and show more of that shiny rose color. Her tail was flat on the cushions beneath her, flicking at the tip and inviting him over.

He was already bricked up in his underwear. Her inviting nudity made them redundant very quickly. His legs kicked them off, sending them flying across the living room. They joined the rest of his uniform on the floor alongside Sarah's clothes. His penis bounced free, stiff and ready for some love.

He crawled over to her on his fours. His body came down, blanketing her with a soft, round, doggy belly. She wrapped her arms around him and crossed her legs over the back of his thighs. Both of them marveled over how soft the other was. Through the smell of working for so long was that of a very tired dog who needed someone to cuddle with. With it was a skunk happy to help out.

Their mouths locked. There were wet smacks as they nibbled and pulled at each other's lips. Sarah's paws continued to make journeys up and down his back. They landed on his buttocks and gave them a squeeze. She kneaded the flesh and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing that beady, pink star of his. Hanging just below that were his plums, wrapped around by a smooth layer of soft white fuzz. His pole hovered over her womanhood, close enough that he could feel her reproductive heat. Around Sarah's quim was a building moisture, one that made his nose quiver.

While they kissed she moved her paw from his butt and reached underneath for his pecker. Her fingers wrapped around it. It buzzed on her pawpads, thrumming with his heartbeat. She rubbed its whole length, crinkling the soft white skin with each direction. A huff blew through his nose. Her other paw came down to grasp his balls. She held them like a pair of dice and rolled them together ever so gently. A great shudder rolled through him.

Sarah grinned. "You got a lot of stress down here," she said between two kisses. "Thinking maybe you want me to do something about it?"

His face was hot. He sighed through his mouth, pouring hot dog breath across her snout, something she enjoyed. "Yeah, that'd be nice. By the way you're holding it I think you want to too."

"That obvious?" she asked as her fingers rolled on his shaft like she would an utter. Her thumb swirled into a tiny circle around one of his nuts.

"Yeah. Pretty obvious." He got his revenge by laying a paw on her tit. His thumb circled her nipple, right around where it formed a nub. "I kinda want to do something to you too, now that I think about it."

She betrayed no reaction, but the attention on her nipple made her breast tingle something fierce. The temperature of her cunt skyrocketed. A single tear of her arousal swooped down the inside of her thigh. "I bet you do, and you will, but right now I wanna make you cum."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. I think I can go for that."

"Good, now let me do it."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Something, now get up."

He crawled back off her. His cock raged out of his lap, swaying gently with every move. Sarah sat up. He saw how wet she was.

"First, let's mute this dumbass show." Sarah grabbed the remote from behind her and killed the volume. She tossed the remote to the rug. "Now lay back. Let mommy take care of you."

"Ooh, mommy?" he asked as he got into position for her.

"Hush. You heard what I said."

"Loud and clear, mommy."

She came over to him and straddled his body, one knee on both sides. She scooted past his hips and hovered over his belly. His cock sat on his pelvis just behind her. It remained unrestrained once she sat down on him.

The air was shoved out of his lungs. "Huhhhh..." His belly went flat under her ass. His knees bent up into her tail.

Sarah grinned. Her paws crept around the inner curves of his pecs. Her claws scraped around his chest floof and tickled his chin. "Heavy enough for ya?"

He chuckled weakly. "Yeah. I mean, not too heavy. You're perfect." Every syllable was a bolt of pressure against his chest.

She laughed. "Thanks. Glad you think I'm the right weight."

He took as deep a breath as he could take. "I mean, if you were any heavier you'd still be perfect, or if you wer-"

She shut him up with a single finger over his lips. "Hush up and touch my boobs."

"Ah, yeah." His paws came to her hips and elevated up her trunk, rubbing past the faint rack of abs rising beneath her skin and ending beneath her breasts. He fondled them, coming to appreciate their cherubic softness and wholesome size. The tips of his fingers drew circles around her nipples. They grew hard again, sprouting a miniature forest of bumps around the center bead.

Sarah purred and began rocking her ass on his gut. "I can feel a lot of stress in you. Is this helping?"

She was making it hard to breathe. With her ass so close to his rod but still apart he could only flex his cock muscle needily in a vain attempt to brush it on her flesh. He was in heaven. "God, you're so fucking pretty."

She giggled. "That didn't answer my question."

"Wha?"

"I asked if this was helping you get rid of your stress."

"Oh yeah... Yeah, totally. You got any stress?"

"Me? No."

"You sure?" His brows lifted hopefully.

She got the hint. "Mmm, yeah. It's been so rough." She wiggled her hips on him, smearing a wad of pussy juice on his tummy fur. "Sitting on you and letting you play with my tits helps, though."

He smiled. "Yeah, it does for me too."

God, he's so adorable. She slid further up his torso, covering his chest and squeezing more of his breath out. The blood rushed to his cheeks. Inhaling made a thin wheezing sound. He could barely lift his chest underneath his weight while her pussy radiated just inches in front of his mouth. She humped and grinded on him, rolling her hips into a matronly orbit and caressing his face.

"Breathing OK?" she asked.

He was blinking rapidly. Her torso was like a monolith. He could all but taste her cunny as it sawed back and forth across his sternum. His inhales had to come when she rocked her ass back, leaving room for his lungs to inflate. Exhales were done for him as that cantankerous wagon of hers came steamrolling forward.

"Yeah," he wheezed. "I'm hanging in there." His cock felt like it was in a cocoon of rubber bands. He drifted his fingers up and down the underside of his shaft, teasing himself. "Gettin' hard down there. Can I...?"

"Can you what?" she asked, playing it dumb.

"Can I jerk off?"

"No," she said flatly. "Not yet."

He withdrew his paw obediently. "Yes ma'am."

"Mmmmmm..." She slid her paw into her crotch and dipped her finger onto her pear making a skwish sound just inches in front of his face. "Ohhh... I think I might cum first. I don't know."

He cringed. "Ahh... Are you gonna... You gonna let me eat it?"

"Mmmm, maybe, maybe not." She slid her finger in deeper. It hooked back, peeling a curtain of flesh back to flash the pink inside. "I think I can do it on my own. Will you be a good boy and watch?"

"Nnnnnhhh... Can I touch myself?"

"No. You wait until mommy cums, then you get to."

"Ahh... Can I touch you?"

"You can touch mommy."

"Mmmm... Thank you." He held onto her thighs, feeling the muscles contract and flex as she continued to hump him.

Her finger went slowly around her clit, a deliberate pace to drive him wild. She moaned softly and caressed the top of his head. It was a pleasure just to listen to him wheeze and whimper, wishing that he could attend to her womanhood, only to be held back.

Sarah's eyes closed as her finger went deeper inside of her, knocking into more of those precious spots she liked to touch. She leaned back and propped herself up with one arm on the couch. Her fluffy skunk tail descended on his cock, draping it in a storm of soft hairs that made it tingle. She dug her middle and ring fingers down to the knuckle. They were crossed over to form a W shape with her four fingers. Jason watched as her pussy lips bulged and imploded around the steady back and forth her paw made above his collar.

"Mmmmm," moaned Sarah. Her teeth were sunken into her lip. Jason felt her buttocks quiver and her toes curl. More of that sweet girl nectar oozed from around her fingers and settled on his belly. Her head swooned back, jaw hung. "Ahh... Ahh..." She slumped her head back down to look at him. His eyes were crossed, focusing on her self-love. He breathed through his mouth, wheezing in that womanly aura. "Mommy thinks she's gonna cum... Ohh... Want her to do that?"

He licked his lips and nodded emphatically. "Yeah..." His voice was strained, barely above a whisper. With her weight firmly settled on his thorax he could not inhale fully.

"Mmmm... So do I... Huhhh... Wanna eat... Mmm... Wanna eat mommy's pussy?"

He nodded with even more insistence. "Fuck... Please."

"Mmmm... Good boy. Here I come." She retracted her fingers and scooted further up his chest. That swampy flower careened into his face and finally squashed onto his snout. He was smothered with a faceful of broiling love, hot and humid. His eyes fluttered shut as it became everything he smelled and tasted.

A sharp buzz zapped across her body. "Huhhh! That's it. Mmmm, like that. You know what to do. Mmmm..." She unfolded her legs from aside his body and kicked them over the armrest where he laid his head. They dangled over the edge with the crook of her knee right over the top curve. She scooted up even further, smushing his head into the armrest and his face deeper into her quim.

"Mmph!" The pressure was like a lead blanket, locking him where he was. He couldn't even open his jaws all the way. At most he could slip his tongue free and poke into her cavity. Trying to breathe brought nothing but a noseful of pussy juice. His grip on her thighs tightened, bulging the tendons in his forearms and scraping the claws on her fur. "Mmmm! Mmmph!"

Sarah gasped. "Ahhh! Yes~ Oh, I like that. Keep doing that. Let me feel that little doggy tongue. Mmmmmmm~"

He literally had no say in the manner. Make her cum or suffocate. The choice was easy. Her clit was graced by the tip of his tongue. He jabbed and flicked at it, combining those with his occasional grunts and huffs. What very little air he could inhale didn't compensate for the rapidly depleting store of oxygen in his lungs. He ate her for dear life, suckling and flicking with every bit of urgency he had.

Fortunately for him, Sarah enjoyed it. "Huhhhh! Uhhhhh! Oh, that's it, sweety... Huhhhh! Yes~" Her head craned backwards and her back arched. She blindly squeezed and groped at his scalp, grabbing his ear at one point and pulling on it. Her face switched between manic smiles and dramatic shock. Every punch and lap of his tongue was like a burst of joy on its own, making her gasp and cry out. "Uhhh! Huhhhh... Yes! Jason... Mmmmmm... Mmmmm... Huhhh! Yes~"

He licked harder and faster, partly out of a desire to please her, but mostly from his depleting air. He clawed and scraped at her thighs. Every exhale he could spare, and they were growing fewer and fewer by the second, was an agonized squeal. His lungs shriveled. A panicked agony clawed at his insides. His legs kicked and his body squirmed. The deep red of his face was turning into a threatening purple. The vision of the woman on top of him began to fade behind an encroaching tunnel of gray decorated by swirling colors of blue, yellow, and green. His eyes uncoupled. He lost the energy to lick her pussy. His struggles started to slow.

Then Sarah saved the day by cumming her brains out.

An involuntary hump slid her pussy off his mouth. Her hips bucked into the air at a violent and chaotic clip. "Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh!" Gurgling from her cunt was a fountain of her waters. Fat gushes arced through the air, splashing off of Jason's face and the armrest behind him. Sarah had the presence of mind to finger herself some more, both intensifying her pleasure and drawing it out.

Jason gasped like a man out of water. "GUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!!" His eyes shot open. The tunnel ripped back into his peripherals. Exploding across his vision was a storm of blue dots snaking and then vanishing. For his troubles he received not a full breath but a wallop of girl water that thudded and gurgled rudely. As quickly as he had gasped he began to sputter and cough, inhaling Sarah's womanly drizzle and filling his already afflicted lungs.

Sarah came to a stop eventually, though her body continued to jitter and vibrate. "Huhhhh... Huhhhh... Huhhhh... Oh God... Oh God..." She looked down and saw his soaked face between her thighs. His breath rattled in his throat as he continued to choke. "Ah... Shit. Here..." She backed up onto his belly, finally allowing him a full, uninterrupted breath.

"Huhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Fuck... Shit... Holy shit... Damn..." His eyes floated in his head aimlessly. The vessels in his brain throbbed audibly to the vehement beat of his heart working overtime to reoxygenate his blood. His vision was only just starting to clear up. He was finally able to focus on the beautiful woman who had almost killed him. "Hahhh... Hey."

"Hey. How was that?"

He shuddered beneath her. "Pretty fucking good. Damn. My head is swimming."

"Well, if your head isn't the rest of you is. Didn't mean to soak you like that."

He chopped his lips. The inside of his mouth was saturated with the taste of her cunny. His fur was soaked in water, spiking it. More of it dripped off the edge of the couch cushion and the armest behind him. "No... That was awesome. You gonna let me cum now too?"

She giggled and rubbed his chest. "Of course, sweety. I think you more than earned it by now."

He flashed a boyish grin. His tail thumped the couch behind her. "Awesome."

"How about we relocate to the bed for more maneuver room?"

"Yeah. That sounds good."

She pulled off of him and stood on the floor. It took her a second to get her balance right given how rubbery her legs were. Jason had some trouble getting up himself thanks to the vertigo that threw his mind into a fuzz. The two lovers shared some giggles as they helped each other stumble to the bedroom. Jason opened the door and came crashing onto the bed belly first. His droopy dog ears laid flat on the comforter like wings. He barely had the energy to move, let alone flip onto his back.

Sarah didn't mind, not when she got to admire his chubby tuchus. She gave it a spank, making him yelp. "Come on. All the way on. Lay on your belly."

"I'm on my belly," he griped.

"I know, but your ass is hanging off the bed." She spanked it again. It was satisfying watching his cheeks rebound off each other.

"Ah! OK! OK! Geez, mommy." He crawled the rest of the way onto the mattress and laid himself out perpendicular to its length. He looked back at her, over his shoulder. "That better?"

"Much better." She went to the nightstand where she opened the drawer and retrieved a pair of fluffy, pink, leopard-print handcuffs. "Hands behind your back, bucko."

"Oh boy. What are you gonna do?"

"Doggy's gonna have to wait and see." She climbed onto the bed, put one foot on each side of him, then bent over to latch his wrists together. She made sure they were in place with a firm tug. "There we go, now on your back."

He twisted over, arms trapped behind him. Once again he was presented with a towering presentation of her beauty. "Hi," he said meekly.

"Hi there," she said, her mommy-tone back in full swing. "Does doggy want mommy to sit on him again?"

He nodded. "Yes, mommy."

"Does doggy wanna cum?"

"Yes mommy."

"Is doggy gonna eat mommy's pussy and ass?"

He made a teeny inhale of excitement. "Yes mommy."

"Gooooooood. Doggy's been a good boy. Mommy's gonna make him cum too."

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome."

Sarah turned around, facing her tremendous ass at him. It descended on his chest once again, making him wheeze. Her tail hovered over his face like an invading UFO ready to beam in a victim. The very bottom hairs tickled his nose. His immediate instinct was to grab on, but there was nothing but the jerk of cuffs on his wrists, cruelly holding him in place.

She heard him whimper. "Awwww, I know doggy wants to touch mommy's butt, but it's either that or cum. Doggy still wants to cum, right?" She pulled her tail aside and looked down her back at him.

He nodded. "Yes mommy. I'll cum instead. Hahhh..."

"I know you will." She let go of her tail, gently smacking him in the face as it fell back into position. Her huge skunk buns lingered on his chest like an anvil. In the center of her meridian was a wrinkled pink crater ebbing a heat and odor as strong as it was plentiful. Earthy yet feminine, in just one whiff it stained the back of his throat with all its skunky texture.

Sarah leaned forward and grabbed his penis. She stroked it gently, relying on only the tips of her thumb, index, and middle finger. The skin stretched and wrinkled with each gentle tug. His pulse thrummed away in her grasp. A glassy droplet of precum oozed from his slit and pooled around the glans.

"Loooooots of stress down here. I can tell. Mommy's gonna do you right and make it all come out."

He was close enough as it is. Pleasure rang throughout his shaft, wherever she touched him. "Hahhhh... Mmmm... That's good, mommy..."

Sarah cooed. She wiggled her hips, jostling the flesh of her ass cheeks in front of his face. "I know it is." She started rocking back and forth on his chest, rolling those gargantuan haunches along his ribcage. Each upwards roll squeezed the breath of his lungs out of his mouth. Her body would arch forward, allowing one quick breath before she came back, squishing him like a tube of toothpaste.

His paws continued to struggle against the cuffs. The urge to push the tiny safety levers was strong, but he knew the punishment for doing so would stink. He kept them in place like a good boy, enjoying himself on that beautiful ass making a rolling pin out of itself on his lungs.

Sarah purred while she closed all of her fingers around his manhood. She stroked it in full, hilt to head, using the growing flow of precum as lube. "Ohh, doggy's gonna cum soon, isn't he?"

"Mmmhmmm..."

"Yeah, I can tell. Does doggy think he can make mommy cum again?"

"Yes... Huhhh... I can."

"Good boy. Here it comes." Sarah waddled backwards, up his collar and past his neck. Jason's world went black as that titanic dump truck slid right up his face, smothering him with both cheeks. She settled her asshole right over his mouth. Her paws grabbed her cheeks and pressed them together, hugging his snout. She pulled her tail aside and smiled down at her captive. All that was left of him was a crown and two floppy ears. Soft whimpers buzzed against her hole. "That's my sweet boy. Eat mommy's ass for her."

She didn't have to ask. He went at her pucker with reckless abandon, hungry for that mephitine odor. It poured into his mouth and invaded his nose. Her rim was hit by a barrage of jabs and swirls, making it tweak and jitter. He could still breathe, but not without drowning in a hot storm of dense skunk smell.

Sarah gasped. "Ooh~! Yeah, that's it. Good boy." She giggled while gyrating her hips, tilting his head along with them. Her paws played bongos on her haunches, wobbling the soft blubber on his snout. His rather invasive tongue made her fur stand on ends. Her tail went kerfluff over the bed. "Yeah... Keep doing that. Mmmm... Let mommy take care of her pussy and your cock." She reached out for his pecker with her right paw while attending to herself with her left. Most of her focus was on him, aware that she owed him an orgasm.

Not that he cared. Dining on her ass was payment enough. She didn't even have to roll around on him. He swept his nose up and down her crack, smearing that raunchy odor on his fur like a deodorant. He nibbled at her hole with his teeth ever so gently. His tongue would slip inside and make sweeping rolls around her walls. His horny mind did not compute that her moaning was a result of her masturbating. To him it was his assault on her asshole, fierce and heroic, that pleased her on its own.

Of course, that wasn't the case. Sarah's fingers were wreaking havoc on her clit, hooking and swerving as fast as they would go. Her other paw made quick work of his shaft too, tugging on it with a force just short of painful. It was hard to focus with her ass getting inspected so thoroughly. Each strike of Jason's tongue made her body recoil. She moaned loudly, close to feeling overwhelmed. "Huhhhhh! Uhhhhh... Yes! Ohhhhh, that's good... Fuck... Yes! Yes~"

"Mmmmmgggghhhhh~" Wet slurping and kissing sounds echoed from between her cheeks. He was only dimly aware of her paw around his dick.

His pleasure was starting to build, and so was Sarah's. The pitch in her voice started to escalate, that and the speed she jerked his cock and fingered her pussy. She trembled atop her face. His name was on her lips. "Huhhhh! Jason! Yes! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh, I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Yes! Huhhhhhhh, yes!"

Jason announced the same with a long winded groan into her asshole. "Mmmmm! Mgmmmmmm! Muhhhhhhh!!!" He came first. His body started spasming beneath her, arching and unarching his back while the muscles in his legs caused them to kick and shake erratically. From between Sarah's grip spat a rope of white that rocketed into the air and splattered across her chest, jolting her. Her jerking didn't stop. She was able to grab the top part of his cock and entice the rest of his cum out with a rapid set of tugs. His orgasm spewed out of him in a rhythmic fountain of milky pearls, eventually fading into a molten ooze. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

Sarah was finally able to focus on herself. She sat upright on his head and leaned back so that she could properly fingerfuck herself. It wasn't much longer after that. Her voice soared. "Huhhhh! Huhhhh! HUHHHHH!!!" Her climax was heralded by a characteristically violent eruption from her cunt. A geyser of clear water rocketed from her womanhood with a venomous hiss. It arced high in the air, just short of the ceiling, then came plummeting down as a hail of droplets that thudded on Jason and the mattress loudly. The fountain stopped, resumed, stopped, then resumed until it eased itself into a more manageable gush. Meanwhile, Sarah's voice came back. "HUUUUEEEUUUGGGGHHHUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" Her convulsing body couldn't stay on top of him. She peeled off like a hat in the wind, slumping onto the bed with her paw over her pussy and her legs closed. "Huhhhhhhhhhhh... Huhhhhhhhhhh.... Huhhhhhhh..."

Jason's eyes popped open. His face was utterly defiled by a mixture of sweat, spit, and musk. He reeked of skunk butt, something that would not be so easily removed in the coming days. That didn't matter. Right now he was trying to come back to the land of the living as the acute feeling of aftersex burned in his loins. "Holy shit... Holy shit... Goddamn." He looked over and saw Sarah balled up in the fetal position. "You alright?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm..." Her tail was a giant tower of fluff behind her. Jitters continued to make her body shake. She managed to straighten herself out. A look of drunken delight was pasted on her face. "Yeah... I'm good. Fuck. Oh my God. That was awesome."

Jason laughed. His belly felt warm from where her squirt had landed on him. "Yeah. It was. I'm assuming we're done?"

She licked her lips and nodded. Her mouth was horribly dry. "Yeah. There's no way we're topping that."

"Cool." He fumbled at the cuffs for a few seconds before turning the safety levers and unlocking them. His arms came from around his back. Now he could scoot over and cuddle her.

He was rejected with a palm in his face. "Ah ah... You ain't comin' over here smellin' like my booty. You need a shower."

"Oh yeah? And who's fault is that?"

"Don't matter whose fault it is. Git in the shower, butt face."

He laughed. "Yes mommy."

He took a shower to get all the gunk off, or at least most of it. Skunk smell had a habit of sticking to fur. Hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable by the time he went to work tomorrow. Sarah was kind enough to join him and help him get clean. A majority of their time was spent hugging and kissing each other. They got out and dried before replacing the comforter Sarah had so thoroughly soaked. The two of them got into bed and cuddled nose to nose. Both of their eyes were closed.

"I'm glad you stayed up for me tonight. Thanks," he said quietly.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I did too."

"I think I might start looking forward to overtime if this is what waits for me at home."

"Mmmm, I would too, although you don't have to come in late for it to happen, you know."

"No, but it makes it more satisfying to wait, don't you think?"

"Maybe, but I don't wanna wait. I want you home so I can sit on your handsome little face."

He chuckled. "Yeah, me too."

She pecked his nose. "Goodnight, doggy."

He kissed her back. There was the sound of something whacking the bed. "Goodnight, mommy."

THE END