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** **"I told you we should've stopped for gas."

Brom rubbed his forehead in annoyance as he leaned back in the driver's seat, hoping Terry wouldn't feel the need to hammer home the point. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with the buck deer at the moment.

"It was right there off the exit," the timber wolf continued, "and I said 'hey, we're at half a tank; maybe we should fill up just to be safe'. But did you guys listen? No such thing! Now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere."

Admittedly, "nowhere" was a subjective term. Rather than a desert or the open sea, the travelers had pulled their convertible to the side of a perfectly ordinary bit of highway running through a rustic pine forest. Far from being deserted, they had passed several quaint residences since getting off the interstate, though it had been some miles since the last one; to say nothing of a gas station.

"Oh c'mon, Terry," chimed in the tabby cat next to him. "How were we to know it'd be this long without anywhere to fill up? Besides, you're the one who said we should 'take the scenic route' in the first place."

Terry turned to his companion in defensive irritation. "Oh, so it's my fault we're stranded, Ollie?"

"Will you two please shut up while I try to work this out?!" Brom knew their arguing would get them nowhere, and he'd really prefer to work out a solution before they had to resort to sleeping in the car for the night.

It really should've been an easy affair; a simple cross-country drive to their new university. For the most part the trip had been fairly easy; just the occasional wrong turn that was quickly corrected. Even this detour should've been of no concern, as this very road led straight to the town that housed their campus; hence Terry's idea to pull off the interstate to take in the sights. How could they have known the road held such long stretches of nothing but forest?

Wasting no time, Brom's first consideration was to use his phone to attempt locating the nearest gas station. Perhaps one could give them a tow if it was too far. The buck's sensible plan soon dissolved however when his phone was unable to get any service, no matter how many times he tried.

"Guys, try using your phones," he said. "See if you get a signal."

Unfortunately, his friends' efforts yielded no better results than his own. Brom rested his head on the steering wheel in frustration. There was no concern they'd miss their first day of classes; they still had a couple of days until then. But as things stood, one of them was going to have to walk God only knew how far to find someone to help. This in itself would've been tiresome but doable, if not for the fact that evening was fast approaching. Already the forest began to slowly darken, the sun barely visibly sinking through the tree line. As Brom reckoned it, they were likely in for an uncomfortable night.

"Hey," Ollie said, pointing forward into the distance. "What's that?"

At their friend's query, Brom and Terry turned their gaze in the direction indicated. At first neither saw anything, but on continued observation, Brom was just able to spot what the tabby had spied. Further down the road (perhaps roughly a mile), situated among some trees by the roadside, a faint light could be seen.

Where there's light, there's probably people, Brom reasoned. And where there's people, there's probably a working phone.

"Alright, you two wait here," he told his companions, exiting the car. "I'll check it out and see if I can get us some help."

"You sure about this?" Terry asked, his voice holding a tinge of uncertainty. "I mean, isn't this how a lot of horror movies start?"

Brom rolled his eyes. "I think I'll be fine. Just pray we won't have to fight for cramped sleeping space tonight."

Not waiting for any snarky comeback his friend could dish out, the buck began hiking down the road, heading towards their best chance of help.

Hopefully, he thought, things won't get much worse.

As she laid back on the couch with her book, Heather couldn't help feeling things couldn't get much worse. Such notions were no doubt overly cynical, but the middle-aged zebra couldn't help it.

Early in the day, they'd been informed that there had been an incident at the local cell tower and would take most (if not all) of the day to fix. As a result, all wireless service was on the fritz until the work was complete. They still had a land-line phone in case of emergency, but both the Internet and satellite TV were rendered useless, thus depriving them of much of their entertainment.

Heather snuck a glance from her book over to Georgia on the opposite couch. The elephant lady nudely lounged as she watched a rom-com DVD she'd seen a hundred times before. Judging by the way she seemed about to nod off, her own interest couldn't have been very keen.

Some people might have had issues with a housemate that casually walked around sans any clothing, but they had gotten used to Georgia's habits; "clothes were too restrictive", she'd said. Then again, one could hardly be surprised, given her former occupation as a magazine model. Even at her age, she'd managed to keep her sizeable curves in all the right places. She likely could've kept at her career even now, but a work environment slowly increasing in cutthroat toxicity convinced her to get out while the getting was good, and with a considerable severance package to boot.

Peeking at her dozing friend, Heather couldn't help but think back on her own career. For over twenty years she'd worked as an art professor at local Fullhowler university. It was this job that had led to Heather meeting Georgia in the first place; while the elephant mostly modeled for magazines, she did occasional freelance work as a life model. A few evenings of after-hours drinks later and the two become fast friends.

Thinking back on those days, Heather lowered the book as she felt the heat coming to her cheeks. While the university had budgeted funds toward models for her classes, they couldn't provide as much as the zebra felt they deserved. As a result, she'd chosen to provide herself as the model several times throughout the year, only bringing in others to provide students with experience of other body types. While she was passionate about molding future artists, she couldn't deny she got a certain thrill with all those eyes upon her as she posed, especially from the young men. Though not one to brag, she knew she had a sensuous figure; one that many a college freshman would die to get their hands on. For most of her male students the time spent observing her was strictly professional, but there were always some who practically broadcast their lustful desire.

When she first started she simply ignored it, even if she was flattered by it. After all, it was to be expected that a campus filled with hormonal teenagers would have students turned on at the sight of a sexy nude professor. As time went by, however, she couldn't help feeling their was an untapped opportunity here. She hadn't been in any serious relationship since she'd taken her position, and they were all of legal age.

Even when she first began she was very meticulous. She'd start by casually scoping out her class, keeping her eyes peeled for any male that showed more interest in her form than art required. When she singled them out, she mentally evaluated how likely they were to keep a secret; while all parties concerned were old enough to avoid any crimes, the higher-ups would likely cite things such as "conflict of interest" if word got out. Once a student passed her evaluation, she'd ask for them to stay behind after class. She'd make praising remarks on how well their work was progressing, followed by an invitation for a private evening session to learn some special techniques. It was even money on whether they realized exactly what she was inviting them to, but nine times out of ten they came regardless. On their meeting her at the classroom long after business hours, a half-hearted pretense at a drawing session took place, soon followed by conversation she ensured became slowly racier as it went on. By the time she was next to them (supposedly to check their work), whispering into their ears, they were goners. It was an effective strategy, and it had never failed her in all her years as an educator; though she doubted her chosen pupils had expected such lessons would be part of their curriculum.

Heather sighed in frustration. God, I could use one of those right now, she thought. A nice hunk of boy toy to play with.

Despite her continued desirability, it had been some time since she'd had some fun of that kind. The last student she'd been with was a young fox; a bit nerdy, but very energetic once given the proper push. By that time, she had begun to think she was pressing her luck with the whole business. While she'd been able to keep her affairs secret up to that point, it was only a matter of time before she was somehow discovered. So naturally she couldn't keep posing in the classroom as she had been; either she'd eventually give in to her lust again or some former lover would try to get back with her. At the end of the year she'd opted for a change in position; full online instruction only.

As fate would have, this career shift occurred around the same time as Georgia's decision to leave the business behind. Electing to stick together, their combined funds managed to erect their sizeable, but quaint, home in the woods on the outskirts of town.

Heather was torn from her reflections as she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. Turning to meet their source, she saw the lady grizzly bear standing in the doorway in her denim overalls.

"The chicken'll be done soon," she said, wiping an arm across her brow. "I'm about to mash the potatoes, so get ready to set the table."

"Sure thing, Bertha," Heather replied.

Back during her days at the university, Heather had known Bertha as a fellow professor teaching biology. She appeared to have a pretty decent life, with a high-income earning husband and two teenage kids. Unfortunately, things took a turn when she learned her husband was sleeping around with one of his coworkers. Naturally she wanted a divorce, but he made it significantly difficult due to having more money at his disposal. Luckily, their two children (who loved their mother deeply) managed to coerce a deal out of him which he grudgingly agreed to; in return for Bertha not fighting him on custody, he agreed to cover all her living expenses. Seeing as they would both be eighteen in a few years, they didn't see this as too much of a hardship, and Bertha took consolation that they were on her side.

Given her predicament, Heather had consulted Georgia on the idea of bringing the bear into their fold and the former model easily agreed. And thus the final member of their merry trio was inducted, and they'd been living together ever since.

Come to think of it, Heather thought, I imagine a couple of young studs is something we all could use right now. While they'd all had fun in their time, the three mature ladies had hit a dry spell for far too long. Still, there was little point dwelling on it. After all, it's not as if a troop of them was going to come knocking at the door...

On walking up the porch steps to the door, Brom gently knocked on the front door.

As he waited for an answer, he took time to look over the property. Making his way down the highway, he eventually came across a driveway leading a short way into the tree line, wherein he could clearly make out a house from which the lights had emanated. As he took in the house he saw it was of considerable size; not exactly a mansion, but certainly spacious. The porch was lined with pots containing many brightly-colored flowers, while off to the side of the house he saw a small vegetable garden beside a grove of trees that had yet to bear fruit.

Having waited a couple of minutes, he was about to knock again when the door suddenly pulled inward.

As his gaze fell upon the figure in the doorway his breath caught in his throat. Standing there was a mature zebra woman, probably in her forties. She wore stylish glasses on her face and the hair on her head was done up as a mohawk that eventually fell to the left. As his eyes took in the rest of her, he took in her curvaceous figure; her maroon V-neck t-shirt strained to contain a sizeable bust, while her tight jeans clung to her slender legs. The young stag didn't notice as his mouth went dry.

Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't help but notice her appraising look, as if she was taking in the sight of him as intently as he had her. It was there for only a moment, her lips curling into a smile as her eyes gave him a sultry look.

"Hey there, cutie," she said. "Can I help you?"

Flustered under her gaze (not to mention being called "cutie"), Brom struggled a moment to recall what he was there for. "...uh, right," he finally sputtered, blushing at his lack of eloquence. Mentally burying his embarrassment, he pulled himself together and displayed a cool composure. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. My name's Brom. My friends and I were on our way to Fullhowler, but our car ran out of gas and we can't get any cell service. Any chance I could use your phone to call for assistance?"

"Oh, a couple of students, huh?" the zebra inquired, leaning against the doorframe with one arm raised upward.

"That's right; me and two of my friends."

Brom wasn't sure what it was, but he could've sworn something about that knowledge intrigued the woman; some twinkle in her eye. "Well, I'm not surprised you got no service," she said. "The local tower's been on the fritz and reception's been down all day. We've got a landline, but most tow truck services will be closing soon, and those that aren't will take a while to get here and probably charge a ridiculous price. Buuuut..." She rubbed her chin in consideration. "...there might be a way we can help. You said there were three of you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Brom answered, wondering where this was going.

"Well, handsome, I live here with two other ladies, but we've got plenty of spare rooms. If you and your friends are agreeable, you could spend the night here and we can get you some gas in the morning; I'll even throw in a free dinner. What do you say?"

Brom hesitated. On the one hand, having some strange women put them up for the night seemed a bit of an imposition to them. On the other hand, soft beds and a home-cooked meal sounded far better than sleeping in the car with only bags of chips and soda for dinner. His difficulty in deciding wasn't helped by the fact that his eyes kept gravitating to the cleavage line just sticking out of her V-neck.

"Weeeeell..." he answered, "if it's not too much trouble for you ladies..."

"Oh, no trouble at all," she said, reaching out and patting his cheek. "We haven't had guests to entertain in ages. You go grab your friends and whatever you might need for the night, and we'll get the rest of dinner together; it should be done soon."

Heating at the zebra's touch, Brom just managed to keep his cool. "Alright, ma'am. I'll be back with them in five minutes."

"Call me Heather, dear," she said with a smile. "And don't keep us waiting, or you might get stuck with nothing but...dessert." With a sashay of her hips, she turned and headed inside, closing the door behind her.

It wasn't until the door fully obscured Brom's view of the zebra woman's retreating rear before his mind broke from its stupor. Shaking his head, he turned and headed back to the highway.

What's wrong with me? he thought. You've seen older women before. What's so different about her? As images barely contained curves popped into his mind, struggled to brush them aside returned to his friends.

After closing the door, Heather turned her eye to the peephole. It wasn't until the young buck was leaving the porch that she pulled away.

God, she thought, her head upturned to the heavens, if this works out, I'm going to church every Sunday, and tithing $100 each time to boot.

Wasting no time, she marched straight to the living room, where she found Georgia still lounging, but obviously more awake. "Girls!" Heather called. "Girls! Quickly; a wonderful opportunity has presented itself."

"I heard," Georgia said casually. "These ears of mine caught everything." She gave her housemate a conniving smile. "This could be a very interesting evening."

"What's going on?" Bertha asked, coming from the kitchen. In short order, her friends appraised her of the situation. With it all laid bare, the light began to dawn in the bear's mind. "But will they go for it, do you think?"

"Maybe not," Heather said doubtfully. "But if that buck's friends are anything like him, their hormones are gonna kick into overdrive when they get an eyeful of us. At any rate, I'm certainly going to give it my old college best." She chuckled at her unintended wordplay. "Nothing short of flat out 'No' is gonna keep me from some fun tonight."

"Me neither," Georgia concurred.

Remembering just how long it had been since she'd gotten any action, the grizzly didn't need much convincing. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in trying."

"That's the spirit," Heather proclaimed. "Now, we'll have to hurry. I promised them dinner, and they'll be here soon." Not only would dinner serve as a great way to break down the youths' guards, but it would serve as an excellent time for the ladies to comparison shop.

"Oh, and one more thing, Georgia dear," Heather added. "You may want to put on something more...appropriate; at least for dinner."

The nude elephant gave the zebra a devilish grin.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Terry asked. It was the third time he'd asked it on the way to the house and it was starting to annoy his companions. "These ladies live in the middle of nowhere. How do we know they're not psycho killers or something?"

"This isn't exactly an abandoned meat farm in Texas, Terry," Ollie quipped. "If Brom trusts them, that's good enough for me; especially if it gets me a comfy bed away from your whining."

"Whatever, dude. I read 'The Landlady' in high school; I know exactly what isolated women are capable of."

"Would you two give it a rest?" Brom chided. "And mind your manners. These ladies didn't have to do this for us, so you better show proper respect." Despite his fluster, the buck felt he'd somehow managed to maintain an outward suave during his conversation with Heather, and he'd hate for her assessment of him to sink due to his friends putting their feet in their mouths.

"Whatever you say, boss," Ollie said, giving his cervine friend a reassuring smile. While not always the most reserved, Brom could at least expect him to attempt showing more tact than Terry.

"Right, whatever," the timber wolf mumbled, which wasn't reassuring at all.

Walking up the front porch, Brom knocked on the door as his friends took in the surroundings. About a minute later the door was answered by Heather, looking just a tad sweaty.

"Oh, lovely," she said. "You came back; and you brought your friends." She gave them a little wave greeting with her hand.

"Uh, yes, ma'am," he struggled to get out. He pointed to each of his friends in turn. "This is Ollie, and this is Terry."

"I told you, handsome, call me Heather," she playfully admonished, waving her hand as if to shoo the mention of "ma'am" away. "You boys just follow me inside, and we'll finish getting dinner sorted."

Brom was about to follow into the house when he turned and saw Terry and Ollie staring at him. It was a very telling stare, one that went with the smug grins on their faces. "What?" he finally inquired.

"Well, now I know why you had no problem staying here," Terry teased. "Found her 'head lights' very convincing, didn't ya?"

The buck gave an irritated snort and turned away. "Shut up," he said, both embarrassed at their implication and annoyed at the crack about his species. "If you don't like it here you can go back and sleep in the car."

"Easy there, Brom, we're just messing with you," Ollie pleaded. "I think we'll like it here just fine."

Walking through the door, they followed zebra woman down a hall before heading left into a spacious living room. The left side of the room had a large window looking out to the front lawn, while the right side was mostly another open entryway that opened to another hallway. The middle of the room was a carpeted area with three couches with throw pillows forming a U around a low table, with the opposite wall being the designated spot for sizeable TV.

"Just leave your things in here for now," she instructed. "You can bring them to your rooms after dinner." She walked to the entryway at the right of the room, crossing the hallway to a door blocked by old-style shutters, leading to what was at their best guess a kitchen. She paused at the shutters before turning back to her guests. "While I help the others finish up dinner, you boys take seats at the table in the dining room; open room down the hall to the right, you can't miss it." With that she entered the kitchen, leaving the youths alone.

They hadn't brought much with them; just travel bags that carried a few change of clothes and toiletries. Propping their bags against the back of one of the couches, they headed towards the designated hall and turned left. Sure enough, just a few steps ahead and there was a lighted room to the right. Inside they found a table strewn with fancy white dishes and sparkling silverware. At each place was a champagne glass filled with milk; apparently their hosts were choosing not to drink while in the company of under-agers. There were candles at the center, but these were unlit; the light came from a chandelier light just above. The table was big enough for at least ten people, but only six places were set; three on each side directly across from each other. Among the empty dishes was a bread basket holding a number of biscuits and a tiny plate baring a stick of butter.

"Oh yeah," Ollie said appraisingly. "I'm liking this a lot." He patted Brom on the shoulder. "Good decision, man."

Brom had to admit that while he thought he'd made the right call, he hadn't been expecting the red carpet treatment. If Terry had any view on the matter he didn't share it.

Given the seating arrangement, they decided to sit together on the left side of the table, which had them facing another shuttered door which no doubt also led to the kitchen. This proved to be true, for no sooner had they taken their seats than the shutters burst open.

The first to come out was Heather, baring a China tray that held two fair-sized roast chickens, a number of slices already having been carved. Their host was quickly followed by a curvy elephant woman around the same age wearing a lavender tank top and black yoga pants, with an assortment of gold jewelry ornamenting her ears, wrists and even her tusks, along with a matching golden chain necklace; she came holding a China bowl of mashed potatoes in one hand and a China gravy boat holding its namesake in the other. Finally, picking up the rear was a sizeable lady grizzly bear in a white t-shirt and denim overalls carrying a small bowl of garden peas.

Mhmmm yes, Brom thought, the delicious aromas filling his nostrils. This is much better than chips and soda.

Upon placing the food upon the table, the ladies took their seats; Brom was both pleased and nervous to find that Heather had sat directly across from him. Before the boys could attempt to start reaching their hands out, Heather asked everyone to take a moment in silent prayer. While not particularly religious himself, Brom had no desire to be rude and bowed his head with closed eyes; he had no idea if his friends bothered to do the same. After a few short seconds, the zebra uttered an "Amen", and all lifted their heads in response.

"Hope you boys are hungry," Heather chimed. "Oh, and by the by, these are my friends and housemates; Georgia..." She gestured to the elephant sitting next to her. "...and Bertha." She pointed to the bear the next seat over.

"Everything looks delicious, ladies," Brom commented, scooping potatoes onto his plate. "I hope you didn't go through all this trouble just for us."

"Oh we were already planning this before you arrived," Bertha replied, grabbing a biscuit. "We're ladies who like our leftovers. We did bring out the special China for you, but we don't mind; it's not often we have guests." She put a finger to her chin pondering. "Actually, the last time was about six months ago when my kids dropped by."

"So you can imagine," Georgia added, "that we wanted to make a good impression on such handsome male callers." She gave a sly wink to Ollie sitting across from her. The tabby appeared to blush at the gesture.

"So, Ms. Bertha," he said, attempting to turn the conversation somewhere else, "you have kids?"

"Two," she answered. "They'd be a year or so younger than you boys. They live with my ex, but they come to see me when they get the chance."

"You ladies live here by yourselves?" Terry asked, taking a bite out of some turkey with gravy. Brom, for his part, wished he'd asked the question better; now it sounded like he was casing the place.

"That's right," Heather replied. "Georgia and I never settled down, so the three of us pretty much just have each other; though I assure you it's a fine arrangement for us." She took a sip of milk from her glass, her eyes turning back to Brom. "So, you said you were going to Fullhowler?"

"Yes, ma-, uh, Heather," he stammered. "We all have athletic scholarships."

"Well, that's a coincidence," the zebra stated. "Bertha and I actually use to work there."

"Really?" Brom asked surprised. "You were professors?"

"Technically I still am," Heather answered. "I teach life art, but I only teach virtually from home these days; I have an art room here where I set up a camera. Meanwhile, Bertha here used to teach biology until a couple of years ago."

"I gave it up after my divorce," the grizzly added. "My ex agreed to a salary that more than covers my cost of living." She stretched her arms upward, leading to her bust pressing tight against her overalls, as she narrowed her eyes at Terry. "But I like to think I still know my way around a good body."

The timber wolf took a drink and turned his head, looking noticeably uncomfortable.

"And what do you do, miss Georgia," Ollie asked.

"Oh, I used to be a model, dear," she replied. "Mostly for magazines to display clothes lines for my body type, though sometimes I posed for other things. Many have said I have a fine figure for it."

"I'll say," the tabby blurted, realizing the next second he'd said it out loud. His face blushed profusely now. "That is, uh..."

Apparently not wanting him to suffer, the elephant threw him a line. "You know, Heather's actually done some modeling herself."

That certainly got Brom's attention. The buck gave the mature zebra a questioning look. She simply waved the comment off.

"I wasn't a professional," she said. "My class only had so much budget to work with, so I sometimes used myself as a life model for my students. Still, none of the students complained, so I can't have been that bad."

Brom could well believe none of the students complained. From what he'd seen of her figure clothed, he could easily imagine how ravishing it would look without them. The very thought brought a burst of heat to his face.

The rest of dinner continued on in the same manner, with the ladies and their guests discussing various topics. The young men talked about the courses they were taking, while their hosts offered commentary on the professors they'd likely get. Once Ollie and Terry got onto getting into the football team, they were right in their element; regaling the women with tales of their prowess on the field. Terry used this opportunity to make claims of how much attention he got from young ladies, only for Ollie to burst his bubble by remarking how he'd never even "gotten to second base" with anyone in his life; the irritated lupine could only growl that the feline wasn't one to talk. The ladies chuckled light-heartedly at their banter.

To ease his bruised ego, Bertha assured Terry that he'd likely be breaking hearts in no time; furthermore, leaning in close so her chest squished against the table, she suggestively implied she could teach him a few things. The wolf nervously bristled under the bear's attention. Meanwhile, Georgia remarked that Ollie's physique would have no problem drawing in the ladies, regardless of his experience. While Ollie didn't exactly respond to the elephant's casual flirtation, he certainly didn't shrink from it like his friend did.

For his own part, Brom chose to let his friends carry the conversation. They had always been a little on the rowdy side, while many who knew him claimed he exuded a maturity somewhat beyond his years; their friendship was more out of convenience than from any great similarities. As he listened though, his gaze would every so often sneak its way to the zebra across from him, and more often than not he found her peering through her glasses back at him. There was something overpowering about the way those eyes fell approvingly on him, like a goddess staring down at an ant with favor. Something stirred in him under that stare, but he buried it deep. He was no easily teased adolescent, but a refined student that was collected at all times.

In little time, the meal laid before them all had been reduced to crumbs. "Well, boys," said Heather, "I hope you saved some room for dessert; we have a couple lemon poppyseed loaves and some coffee to go with it." She rose from the table along with her friends and headed back to the kitchen before turning her head back. "Don't you go anywhere now."

The three youths sat silent in their chairs as their hosts passed through the shutter door.

With the shutters banging closed behind them, the three conspirators huddled together in the kitchen.

"Well, ladies," Heather said, "not a bad selection, eh?"

"Not bad at all," Georgia answered. "This is going to be better than I thought."

"Most certainly," agreed Heather. "Now all that remains is to pick and choose, and having orchestrated this entertainment, I demand the right to call first dibs on the young buck."

"No argument from me," Bertha conceded. "Georgia?"

"I've got my eyes on that tom cat," the elephant claimed. "I don't think he'll need much coaxing."

The grizzly shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that leaves wolfy to me," she said. "He may be a bit reluctant to start, but mama bear can persuade him." Her fellows giggled at the thought.

"Alright, that's settled," Heather stated. "Now that the teams are made up, all that's left is to set the pieces."

It was about ten minutes before the ladies finally returned to the dining room. Heather came in holding a plate with two loaves on it, while Georgia and Bertha brought in mugs, a coffee pot, and a plate with cream and sugar.

"Hope you boys like it," said Bertha. "I make it from scratch."

In short order, slices were dished out and coffee was poured; that is, for all except Georgia. "Actually," she said, "I'm a bit tired. I think I'm going to turn in for the night. You boys have a nice evening." She gave a final wink in what might have been Ollie's direction and headed out into the hall; the tabby cat watched her go until she was out of sight.

"So, will you boys be wanting a shower before bed?" Heather asked. Having been stuck in the car all day, that was an easy answer for all of them. "Well, we have two bathrooms; one on this end of the hall, and another at the other end past the kitchen."

"If you don't mind, honey," Bertha interjected between bites of her cake, "I'd like to get one of the first showers; get all this cooking grime off me."

"Fair enough," the zebra agreed. "She can use the one next door, and you boys can start at the one down the hall; we have plenty of hot water, so there shouldn't be any trouble."

Brom opted to go last to avoid an argument; or at least to wait until the grizzly was done. Meanwhile, Ollie and Terry played Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who went first; after a few rounds, Terry came out the winner.

"Alright then," Heather continued. "That just leaves your rooms." Their host went on to explain after the bathroom past the kitchen there were two bedrooms on each side of the hall. "Terry, you take the room at the end on the right. Ollie, you can have the first room on the left, right after the bathroom."

Terry rose from his seat. "Thanks a lot, lady," he said, giving a carefree smile. "I'm gonna go take that shower and crap out. See you guys in the morning."

"Don't forget all those hard to reach spots, wolfy," Bertha chimed. Her fingers playfully unbuckled one of the clips holding up her overalls. "Let mama bear know if you need any help."

Terry paused mid-stride at her remark, his body turning rigid. Without looking back he stiffly marched off, presumably to get some pj's.

"Was it something I said?" the grizzly added sheepishly before standing up. "Anyway, I think I'll take my shower too; wouldn't want to keep anyone waiting." She gave Heather a quick pat on the shoulder before heading down the hall to the nearer bathroom.

A few minutes later, having finished his cake, Ollie slid his chair back and stood. "I think I'll chill in my room until Terry gets out," he said. "Maybe the Internet's back and I can catch something on my phone."

"Later," Brom said in acknowledgement, watching him leave. He was in the middle of taking a sip of coffee when he realized he and Heather were now alone. Redirecting his eyes in her direction, he found her looking his way, her head resting on her interlaced hands.

At first she said nothing, just staring at him with that appraising smile. For all that she was a zebra, he felt more as if a predatory cougar was salivating over him. For all you know, he thought to himself, perhaps she is...

"So," she finally spoke, "your friends seem like charming boys."

"They're alright," he said, glad to fill the silence. "We're not that much alike, but we're close enough to socialize."

"I can see what you mean. Those two seem like they just got out of high school; but you? You're a lot more reserved; more...adult, I suppose is the word."

"Well, it helps maintain a certain level of respect from others." It was true; while he wasn't the most impressive student, with the way he carried himself his teachers had treated him more or less as an equal, while his fellow students almost subconsciously registered him as a superior.

"I'm sure," she concurred. "That must really help to impress the young ladies."

Again, he'd been steered to the topic he didn't wish to discuss. "Honestly, I've never really given them much thought. Don't get me wrong, I don't think ill of them. It's just so many of them seem so petty in their desires, and I haven't the patience for that."

"Too immature for you, eh?" she queried, leaning back in her chair.

"Exactly," he agreed.

"In that case," the zebra said before crooking her left arm against her midsection, drawing attention to her already noticeable bust, "perhaps what you need is a woman with more maturity; a woman who knows what's really matters; a woman who sees what they want... and doesn't hesitate to go for it."

As Heather said this she leaned closer and closer across the table, until finally her concealed breasts squished against the table. Her domineering eyes peered at him over the rims of her glasses with unspoken offers; offers that part of him would have gladly agreed to. Brom attempted to maintain his cool by taking another sip of his coffee, only for his body stiffen as he felt something rub against his leg; while he was no genius, it didn't take one to realize what it was.

"By the way, handsome," she said coyly, her foot continuing to massage his calf, "you never did mention what team you were on. Are you a footballer too?"

"Nnnn-," he attempted to speak before clearing his throat with a cough. "No, ma'am. I run track and field. I've been told I'm quite good."

"That's nice," she said, raising her foot to press against his knee. "Muscle and speed are all very good, but I've always preferred a man with... stamina." She punctuated this by pressing towards his inner thigh.

Just when Brom thought that he was going to break, they were interrupted by the sound of a door opening in the hall, followed by footsteps. Within a few seconds, Bertha trudged into the dining room wearing a lavender robe; one that had a hard time containing all of her in it.

"Finished," she called out, finding the two of them at the table. "You can hop in now if you like, dear."

Seizing the opportunity to break away from the awkward situation, he pushed away from the table and stood; all with a little more speed than would have been considered suave. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, bowing his head to the bear before turning to Heather and doing the same. "And thank you for dinner. Have a nice evening." Without another word he sped from the room, heading directly to the bathroom. When the ladies heard the door close, it wasn't quite a SLAM, but it wasn't gentle either.

Bertha turned back to her housemate. "I hope I didn't ruin your fun," she said guiltily.

"No, not really," the zebra answered. "Just revving him up for what's to come." She got up from her seat. "I suppose I better get my end set up. You have fun now."

Bertha smiled. "Oh, you can be sure of that."

Grabbing his bag from the living room, Ollie casually strolled down the hall before reaching his assigned room. Turning the doorknob, he gave a quick look back toward the dining room. Lucky bastard, the tabby thought with a smirk. He just might get lucky tonight if he doesn't blow it with his whole "this is beneath me" crap; maybe he'll finally loosen up. Shaking his head, he opened the door and walked in.

Closing the door behind him, he was surprised by what he saw. A dim-lit ceiling light illumined a carpeted room with burgundy-colored walls, while a door cracked open to the right indicated a closet. While there was the usual odds and ends furniture an average room might have, what stood out the most that, instead of a bed, the wall to the left had a divan with no legs up against it, covered in a sheet and several pillows of deep purple. Surely this was an odd setup for a guest bedroom.

He was further thrown off when his eye caught sight of a pile of clothes on the floor. Bending over in curiosity, he picked up the top article and found it was a lavender tank top. Holding it in his hand, his brow furrowed in recognition at the familiar-looking top.

"Well, hello there, kitty."

Ollie swiveled round at the sound of the voice behind him. To his surprise, it came not from the room door, but the closet doorway. At the sight of the figure leaning there his jaw fell, the tank top dropping from his hand back to the floor.

For the figure standing there was the very curvaceous one of Georgia, her curves made all the more apparent by her lack of any clothes. Sizeable perky breasts practically defied gravity as they hung from her chest, nipples noticeably stiff. She was somewhat flabby around the middle, but on a figure such as hers (she was almost a head taller than him) it was actually cute. Though her clothes had been discarded, her body still wore her golden jewelry, including two previously unseen chains looped around the top of her belly.

"M-M-M-Miss Georgia!" he stammered out in a cry, taking a step back and holding up his hands in denial. Even so, he didn't turn away. "I'm so sorry! Miss Heather said the first room on the left was mine. I didn't know you were here."

"Did she?" the elephant asked, not seeming at all bothered. "She must've meant to say the room on the right; that's the guest bedroom."

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I'll grab my stuff and-"

"Oh don't worry about it, dear," she interjected. "Honestly, I usually walk around naked here all the time; it's a holdover from my modeling days." She put one hand on her hip and another behind her head, striking a pose. "So, have I still got it?"

Ollie, unable to believe he was casually chatting with a voluptuous nude model, slowly nodded his head. "Y-y-yes, ma'am," he got out. "Very lovely."

"Why thank you," she said, moving the hand from her hip to her heart. "Some might prefer females with skinny twig figures, but a big woman with curves in just the right places gives love a man can lose himself in." She narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a sultry smile. "That being said, it's so... enticing to see a young man drawn to a figure like mine."

She began to slowly sashay towards him. His mind a blank at her beauty, he stood rooted to the spot. In the back of his mind, he realized his pants were getting just a bit tight.

"Since you've never been with a girl before," she continued, coming ever closer, "having a woman like me in front of you must be quite the treat." With a final step, her naked form pressed against his, her breasts squishing into his shirt. "But then again..." Her face looked down into his, her trunk caressing his cheek. "...perhaps you'd like to do more than look."

Taking hold of his shoulders, her lips collided with his in a passionate kiss. There was no resistance from the cat, his eyes closing as he moaned into the kiss. As their lips parted to allow their tongues to tangle, his right hand instinctually reached up to fondle a bare breast, while his left snuck around her waist to grab a handful of her soft ass. Against the back of his head, he felt her trunk pulling him deeper into the kiss.

After a few impassioned minutes, Georgia broke away from her kitty with a gasp. "My my," she said delightedly between breaths, "aren't you the eager one? You know..." She ran a finger against his chest. "...perhaps you're not in the wrong room after all." Her trunk trailed under his chin and along his neck as she walked around him to the divan; his eyes never left her. "I could teach you to show a girl what real pleasure is; that is, if you choose to stay."

She spun around and fell back onto the pillows. Her right hand rested behind her head, while her left arm stretched upward. Her pussy was just barely visible between her closed thighs. If Ollie had had any doubts that she was a model, they'd disappeared at the sight of her sensually reclined form.

"So, what'll it be, tom cat?" she asked as her trunk wrapped around one of her breasts. "Care to learn what a mature woman is capable of?"

It was no contest. To Ollie, the only answer was the obvious one. Without a word, he pulled his shirt off and threw it aside, revealing a lean but well-muscled chest. In another second, his pants and underwear had fallen in a pool around his ankles.

The reclining elephant eyed the tabby with approving scrutiny. "Ooooo, now there's a pleasant sight," she praised. "Those college girls don't know what they're in for; but I know what to do with you." She parted her legs, revealing a very moist set of lips. "Now, let my body teach you..." Her trunk beckoned him with a "come hither" gesture.

The tabby cat fell upon her.

Entering his room, Terry cast his bag aside and sat on the edge of the bed. The room was a plain one, with champagne walls and a small window looking out on the front yard. The bed he sat on was placed in the far corner, covered in lavender sheets and (in his mind) hideous lime green pillows.

However, one thing that sparked immediate interest for the wolf was the presence of a picture hanging above the bed. In said picture was an obviously female fox sitting on a snow bank; her blue-furred body was naked from head to foot, though her bust was only visible from the side.

An odd thing to put in a guest room, he thought, raising an eyebrow. Then again, that elephant lady was a model; maybe it's one of her coworkers. Still, I'm not complainin'.

Inspired by the image before him, he felt now might be a good time to do something he'd been wanting to halfway through the trip. Casting off his improvised pajamas, he pulled back the sheets and fell back onto the bed. His cock out in the open, he took it in hand and began to coax it to life.

As he stroked himself, all he could think of was all the college pussy he was going to get. Yeah, he might not have gotten lucky before, but now things were different. Back at high school, he'd only been on the football team for his senior year, and for most of that he hadn't had much opportunity to show his stuff; now he had at least four years to make a name for himself. Of course, there was the fact that he wasn't lacking in the looks department either.

Already his mind raced with images of countless girls; there was no need to be specific, he just aimed to score. With each vision of loveliness, his cock rose under his touch; very soon now he'd feel sweet release.

A hand gently knocked against the door.

Broken from his reverie, Terry's eyes went wide at the interruption. Who the hell was it? Probably Ollie wanting to give me more shit, he thought. For a second he considered doing nothing, pretending to be asleep.

Another knock came at the door.

Dammit, he inwardly cursed. Mood totally killed now, he covered his lower half and sat up. "Yeah, yeah, come in," he called, his irritation apparent. I swear, if that damn tabby cat is gonna...

Whatever he thought the tabby cat was going to do was quickly forgotten, for the one who entered his room was decidedly NOT Ollie.

Closing the door behind her, Bertha stood before him in a violet bathrobe; from the looks of it, it was struggling to contain her figure. Her cleavage pressed hard against the material, while the bottom of the robe hung so high above her knees a good gust of wind might've revealed her nether regions. She smiled at him with a caring interest.

"Hey there, wolfy," she said. "Everything to your liking?"

His mind took a moment to break away from her distracting attire. "Uh, yeah, yeah, everything's fine," he said dismissively. "Just settling in for the night."

Her smile grew wider. "Oh, that's good to hear," she replied, stepping closer to the bed. "You see, I have a strong motherly instinct, so I can't help wanting to make sure you boys are comfortable." She bent forward, giving him a clear view down her robe as she looked into his eyes. "Isn't there anything I can do for you?"

Terry pulled back from her without leaving his seat. He could guess what she was driving at, but he wasn't interested in biting. After all, he had that harem of honeys at the college he was planning on; why should he waste his time taking up with some cougar of a bear?

"N-no, that's fine," he said, sheepishly returning her smile. "I've got everything I need."

"Well if you're sure, dear," she said. Her eyes left his and lowered before settling on something else. She brought a hand to her cheek. "Oh my! Looks like someone's needs do need tending after all."

Puzzled, he lowered his own gaze. To his horror, he found the sheet over his lap was significantly tented upward, held there by a single concealed "pole". Shocked at the sight, he raised his eyes back to her, finding her looking back at him with a smug grin.

"Well, I wonder what that could be," she said coyly. Without warning, she had hold of the sheet and pulled back, exposing the wolf's erection for all to see. The grizzly practically salivated at the sight. "Ooooo, now there's something that looks like it needs attention. And what sort of host would I be if I left it untended?" She reached out her hand and took hold of it.

Terry gasped at the feel of her grasp. "No, please..." he begged. "I don't..."

"Shhhh," she hushed. "It's alright, wolfy." She leaned in close, her face inches from his. "Let mama take care of it."

She pressed forward, giving him a deep kiss. The shock of the action froze the canine; he didn't pull away, but neither did he kiss back. As Bertha moaned into the kiss, her hand began to pump his sheath. This began to be too much for Terry, as he slowly succumbed to her touch. The bear finally pulled out of the kiss with a big smack of the lips.

"Mhmmm, not bad, honey lips," she cooed, licking her lips. "Now just sit back; mama's gonna make you feel good."

She turned her attention to the throbbing member in her hand. Her head fell forward until it was right in front of her. Inspecting it like a tasty treat, her tongue came out and gave it an extended lick.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh," Terry cried out, the moan coming unbidden from his lips.

Finishing her taste test, the grizzly plunged her mouth onto his shaft, taking it all in one swoop. Moaning at the feel of it between her lips, she lapped her tongue around it any way she could. For his part, the sight of the mature bear orally pleasuring him couldn't help arousing the wolf, despite the awkwardness he felt. Sure enough, in little time her attentions coaxed an all too familiar sensation in him.

"Please..." Terry sighed. "Please, mama... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

But there was no holding back. With a final lick, the wolf shot his seed into the woman's mouth, which only seemed to arouse her more. As he sat back panting, she pulled away from his limping penis, licking her chops in ecstasy; it appeared that she had swallowed his whole load.

"That's a tasty honey stick you got there, wolfy," she slurped.

Terry didn't answer, simply letting the pleasurable experience roll over him. He had to admit, the woman knew how to give good head. Even so, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed at calling her "mama", slip of the tongue or not. In all of his college girl fantasies, he'd been in total control, enticing his conquests with his obvious skills and leaving them begging for more. As such, it was unsettling that this bear, easily old enough to be his mother, had taken control of him so easily.

Taking relief that the incident was over now, he returned his focus to his host, only to once again be caught off guard.

Grabbing hold of the front of her robe, Bertha pulled it wide open, letting it fall to the floor. The bear's bare form in front of him, he took notice of her large breasts and pudgy middle. A moist pussy lay between a pair of thick thighs one could get lost in. Already the youth's member began to regain life at the sight.

"Now," she practically breathed, "let's stick it in the pot where it belongs..."

The intimidated wolf could only swallow nervously as she approached, raising a leg over him as she came onto the bed.

Opening the bathroom door, Brom peeked up and down the hallway. Neither seeing or hearing anything, he snuck out the door, a towel wrapped around his waist. Tip-toeing down the hall, he headed toward the living room.

Fool! Why the hell did you rush to the shower without grabbing your clothes first? He thought, berating himself. Letting the question turn in his mind, his face slumped. You know damn well why; the way she was working you, it's a surprise you didn't bowl over Bertha in your escape.

Brom couldn't help feeling a tinge of embarrassment. Just a little more "stimulation" from his zebra host, God only knows what he might have done. For years he had refined his suave air, setting himself above such petty desires. He couldn't just give in like a whipped pup just because some older woman battered her eyelashes at him.

Even if her eyes are dazzling... and her lips are look succulent... and her curves...

Brom shook his head in aggravation. His mind had kept flip-flopping like this all through his shower. He'd tried making the water colder to break the hold on him, but it barely did a thing.

Given his mental state, it unsurprising that he forgot to grab pajamas from his bag first. True, he could've just put on the clothes he'd been wearing, but having gotten cleaned he wasn't in the mood to get back into dirty clothes.

Sneaking into the living room, he made a beeline toward the couch where he'd left his bag. However, when he went to grab it, he found that it was missing. A quick look around showed it hadn't been moved aside either.

Now where in the hell..._the buck thought, groaning at the inconvenience. Not wanting to ask any of their hosts given his current state of dress, asking his friends seemed the only option. _Hopefully Terry's not gonna be a dick again.

Heading back down the hall, he stopped when he came to the last door on the right. Not in the mood to knock, he took hold of the doorknob and turned, marching into the room.

"Hey, Terry," he said. "Have you seen...what..." The question died on his lips, as a surprising sight met his eyes.

Terry was there, lying on his bed, butt naked. Mind you, Brom couldn't see all of him, as Bertha, also naked, was currently straddling him cowgirl style. The timber wolf had his hands pressed against the grizzly's belly, while his mouth was inches away from one of her breasts. Both now stared back at him with startled expressions.

Terry struggled to speak but was unsuccessful. "Uuuuummmm..."

Luckily for him, Brom didn't care to wait for explanations. "Never mind," he forced out, backing out of the room. "Not important. Have a nice night. Bye!" He rushed out the door and securely closed it behind him.

For a moment he just stood there, shocked at what he'd seen. He wasn't given much time to recuperate though, as a few seconds later he could just make out the sound of a creaking bed from within, leading him to take a few steps from the door.

Well, I didn't break their concentration at any rate, he observed. And to think, Terry had thought coming here was a bad idea. Then again, he'd been right when he said these women were out to get him.

Since Brom obviously wasn't getting any answers from them, that left Ollie. Remembering the room the tabby had been assigned, he walked across the way to it. He was about the consider knocking when something caught his attention. While there was no creaking bed, from the other side of the door his ears picked up the sound of heavy moaning, now and then making out a "yes" or "fuck". Needless to say, it didn't take a genius to know what was passing inside.

Jesus, Brom thought. They must put something in the water here. Still, it wasn't too surprising; he'd picked up on the chemistry between the cat and elephant all throughout dinner.

With no one left to turn to, the buck inwardly called "fuck it" and headed toward his own room, bag or no bag. He could just as easily sleep nude and sort it out in the morning.

Even so, given how his friends were both spending their evening, he couldn't help feeling some apprehension that he'd soon make three for three.

Once Brom had left, Terry and Bertha remained still. For a moment, the wolf thought the bear might have been turned off by being caught. This belief was summarily shattered when she turned her head back to him, giving him a sultry smile that said she wasn't going anywhere... and neither was he.

"Now, where were we?" she breathed. Raising herself up, she promptly began riding her young lover once again, every thrust eliciting moans from them both.

The moment Bertha hovered over him Terry knew he was a goner; having already blown a load into the grizzly's maw he had no will left to resist. She began by simply straddling his lap, her wet nethers rubbing against his recovering shaft. He could feel it returning to full mast as her coaxing sent an invigorating sensation through him. Having gotten it nice and hard once more, Bertha licked her lips at the sight. Raising herself above him, she aligned his erection with her waiting pussy.

"Ready for mama, big boy wolfy?" she'd said playfully.

Before he could give any answer, she plunged herself right onto him. As he parted her lower lips, they each gave out a cry of ecstasy. In that moment, all of Terry's doubts of giving in to the older bear were thrown aside; what he felt right now was too good to pass up. From the look he saw on his new lover's face, he got the feeling she'd been wanting this for a long time.

His newfound appreciation in Bertha's attentions was fortunate, as he was about to receive them in abundance. Having taken him to the hilt, she raised herself up, only to come crashing down again just before his tip left her. As she began to repeat the process, the wolf began to thrust his hips in tandem with her, each drawing away only to collide like deep space comets.

As she continued to ride him with wild abandon, the wolf's gaze caught on her breasts, flapping up and down with each thrust. There was certainly some sag to them (unsurprising given that she was a mother of two), but to a virgin teen that made them no less enticing. Maintaining the rhythm they'd established, he reached out and took hold of her bust. He found that while they were soft they still had some firmness to them, made very apparent when his fingers gave them a gripping massage.

From the sounds Bertha made at his touch it was an easy guess that she enjoyed it. "Oooooh, like my tits, wolfy?" she'd lustfully moaned. "Does wolfy want a taste of mama bear? Go ahead, baby! Mama bear's milk is just for you!"

Needing no further invitation, he lowered his hands to take hold of her belly. With one breast just barely bouncing within reach, he pressed his head forward to take an alluring nipple to his lips.

It had been at that very moment when Brom had decided to burst into the room.

Seeing as how being caught hadn't deterred her in the slightest, he decided to just press on; in more ways than one. Raising his head once more, his mouth took hold of her nipple, sucking away as if it contained ambrosia itself. Unsurprisingly, the breast yielded nothing to his suckling, but that didn't stop him from trying.

If nothing else, the bear riding him certainly found the action enjoyable. "Ooooh, yes, wolfy!" she cried. "Take mama's milk! Mama bear loves it!"

This course of thrusting, sucking, and all around fucking carried on for some time, but with that much stimulation, something must eventually come of it. Under her constant gyrations, a sensation Terry had already felt that night was slowly returning. With it building up inside him, he pulled back from Bertha's breast.

"Bertha...ooooh..." he called out. "Bertha, I...oooooh... Bertha, I'm gonna... aaaah..."

"Aaaaah, wolfy..." she growled in answer. "You wanna cum, wolfy? Tell mama bear you wanna cum! Tell mama bear!"

If he'd been embarrassed to say it before, he was too far gone to care anymore. "Oooooh, I wanna cum... mama bear..."

"Louder, wolfy!"

" I wanna cum, mama bear!"

"Do it, wolfy! Give mama bear everything!!!"

Driven to the brink, Terry took hold of the grizzly's hips and gave a final hard thrust. Within seconds his seed was filling her pussy, his cock buried deep inside her. They each gave a final cry as they rode the high of their climax, before both their bodies went limp. The young wolf fell back against the bed, while the older bear remained straddling atop him, a look of utter satisfaction on her face.

Terry couldn't help smirking knowing he was the one who'd done that to her. Well, he thought, there's definitely worse ways to lose your virginity. Now that it was over, however, his mind couldn't help once more bristling at how he'd given total control to his recent lover. Oh well, at least it's over now.

He was broken from his thoughts by the feel of hands pressing down on his shoulders. Without warning, Bertha pressed her mouth to his in a deep kiss; unlike last time, after a moment's hesitation, he returned it as best he could.

"That was great, wolfy," she breathed. "You're just what mama bear needed."

"Uhh, no problem," Terry replied; it was all he could think of to say.

"Glad to hear it, baby, because mama bear still needs you." She pushed up from him and sat on his chest. "It's been a long time since mama bear's gotten any lovin', and I don't know when I'll be this lucky again." She scooted forward, her wet pussy dripping juices from their recent session over his chest. "So you're gonna need to give mama bear a little more satisfaction tonight before she's sated." She stopped as her pussy was inches from his snout. "You can start by having a taste of mama's honey..."

With her hands taking hold of his face and pulling it toward her waiting nether lips, he could only gulp as the scent of her musk overcame him.

Ollie put his hands out to break his fall, letting him hover just above his soon-to-be elephant lover. He stared into Georgia's beautiful eyes as she smiled up at him. He was determined not to screw this up, so he would take things slow to start.

He lowered his face to hers in another kiss, starting off tender at first before slowly becoming more passionate. The woman gave a gentle moan as their tongues danced, while the youth was getting used to the odd sensation of feeling her short tusks brush against his cheeks. The elephant brought her arms to wrap around him, followed shortly by her legs. It had been so long since she'd taken a lover, and now that one was in her grasp she was going to hold on for dear life.

For his part, the cat showed no signs of objecting at this deep embrace. While he had certainly never made love to a woman before (nor gotten so much as a blowjob), he had found opportunities to make out with girls back in high school, including one or two cheerleaders. Being a horny teen, he was drawn to slender girls that would've been dubbed by society as stereotypically beautiful. And yet, the few times he held one in his arms, there seemed to be something lacking; something a lithe figure couldn't provide.

And then there was Georgia; a gorgeous elephant whose figure appeared to be entirely built on curves. When she pressed herself against him, when she took him in her arms, those curves enveloped him in a cocoon of warm love. The cat felt he could lose himself in that love, and yet have no desire to escape. His overwhelming appreciation of her form was soon known to Georgia, as she felt something hard press against her midsection.

Knowing it was time to proceed, the older elephant broke the kiss. "Ready to learn, kitty?" she breathed, arms draped around his neck.

Ollie smiled down at her. "Mhmmm, yes ma'am," he purred. Sliding down along her figure, he felt his member run along her belly before stopping somewhere below the waist; a sudden moistness indicated he was in the right general area to be. Lifting his waist, he worked to align himself with her entrance, stopping when his tip pressed just against her wet folds. "I'm ready."

"Push in gently, dear," she instructed. "I'll guide you into manhooooood!"

The elephant's composure was temporarily lost as the tabby parted her folds, sinking slowly into her. Ollie's back went rigid as inch after inch of him penetrated her pussy. "Ooooh, Georgia..." he moaned. "You feel soooo good..."

"Aaaah, I know, kitty," she answered. "Just keep going... oooooh, it's been so long..." Her whole body buckled as he continued his plunge. Finally his crotch collided with hers, making it clear he had dived into her as far as he could, as far as she was concerned that was plenty. She stroked a hand against his cheek. "Now, kitty," she continued between pants, "slowly pull yourself out... and once you're almost there... push back in."

These were very easy instructions to follow, and Ollie had always been a quick study. Pulling back on his waist, he felt himself slowly begin to leave her. As told, just as he was about to pull out completely, he forced himself back in, this time with less hesitancy.

"That's it, kitty," she cooed. "Back... and forth..."

With every time he thrusted into her, the tabby found the motion easier. In almost no time he was pounding into her with greater force at a faster pace; every jab brought their forms together in a slap that filled him with euphoria.

As for Georgia, she was amazed that her inexperienced lover was taking to her teaching so well. Hard to believe I'm the only one in this house not a teacher, she thought, her mind landing on that tidbit by chance in between passionate thrusts. It was then she got a wicked idea. Maybe I should see how he handles a curveball.

While Ollie continued to make love to the elephant beneath him, he subconsciously felt her arms begin to reach around him, moving down the ridge of his back. Eventually they came to rest on his butt cheeks, giving them a nice squeeze. He would've just taken this as a general sign of encouragement, when suddenly he felt something probing at a _very_sensitive spot.

" Aaaaaaah!" he cried out in shock, stopping mid-thrust as his body went rigid. "Georgia, what are you-"

"Sssshhhhhhh," she hushed him, pressing her trunk against his lips. Her finger pressed on, sinking into his anus. She continued to look at him with loving, reassuring eyes. "It's alright, kitty. Just a little trick to heighten arousal; it works on any man." She moved her body against his, working to get his hips going again. "Trust me, kitty."

Ollie's mind was firing full throttle in a cloud right now. He'd heard of such techniques before, but he'd always seen them as ways of telling whether a guy was straight or secretly gay; not that he ever had a problem with gay guys, as some of his former teammates leaned that way. But now, he couldn't deny that the sensation was certainly giving an added effect to the love making; and he was definitely still enjoying the feel of Georgia's pussy, sooooo...

His sex drive now kicking into overdrive, the young tabby began to pound into the elephant with wild abandon. Startled by his sudden burst of energy, Georgia cried out in delight, holding on for dear life. As they continued, they both knew something was going to give eventually; something that was steadily building pressure inside them.

"Georgia!" Ollie yelled. "Can't... hold back... much longer... I'm gonna..."

"Yes, kitty!" she called out in answer, wrapping her legs tight around his waist. "Ooooooh, fuck! Don't hold back! Fill mama up! Claim mama now! Fuck!"

Bracing himself, Ollie threw everything he had into one final thrust. Within seconds, the cat's seed fired into her womb, his body shaking at the delivery. Both cried out in joyous ecstasy as they felt release. As the last of his load left him, the weakened youth gently fell onto his lover, still inside her as he draped over her panting. His partner was no less drained; after having been without sex for such a considerable time, her matured body needed to get used to the feeling again.

Looking at her tired lover, Georgia patted his head with her trunk. "That was wonderful, tom cat," she praised amid her panting, "especially for a first timer; those girls at college will be putty in your hands." She used her trunk to tip his head upward so his face was looking into hers; he looked at her with a goofy face that said he'd joined the angels. "Still, you could use a little more... instruction." She began to softly rock her hips against his again. "I think we'll move on to endurance testing. What do you say, kitty?"

For a moment, it looked like the grin on the tabby's face grew even wider, but then it took on a ponderous expression. Shortly, the pleased smile he had a second ago was replaced with a far more devilish one. "Actually, teacher," he said, "I'd like to pursue another course for the moment; namely," He took hold of her firm, round breasts and gave them a squeeze. "Breastplay 101."

The elephant gave a gasp at the groping of her tender bust. "Aaaaaah... well, I suppose I could... nggghhhh... let you earn some... extra credit, ooooh God!"

Georgia lost herself to a fit of squealing as the tabby's tongue met her nipple.

Entering his assigned room, Brom was surprised to find a pair of his underwear and pajama pants folded at the end of the bed; there was no shirt, but he didn't mind, preferring to sleep without one anyway. Looking around, he also found his bag set in the far corner of the room beside a nightstand.

Guess one of the ladies brought my bag in for me, he thought. At first, he wished he'd known that sooner, as it would've saved him the embarrassment from moments before. However, this thought was soon replaced by new embarrassment at the thought of these ladies rooting through his undergarments, no matter how well intentioned.

As he put on his clothes, his mind was awhirl, which in itself bothered him. All throughout his school days, he'd entirely disregarded girls, and dismissed any that showed interest in him; and while he'd pondered the possibility, he had no attraction toward men either. For all purposes, the deer was totally disconnected from romantic sentiment, wrapped in a cloak of cool stoicism.

And yet, from the moment he met her at the door, his mind had been consumed with thoughts of Heather; her mesmerizing eyes, her charming smile, and of course the rest of her that led to fantasies that were very much R-rated. All throughout the evening, just being near the zebra was enough to put him on edge; tripping over his words and breaking into a sweat as his heart beat faster. For the life of him he just couldn't rationalize why he was acting this way over a woman he just met; a woman easily old enough to be his mother at that.

And now to add fuel to his fire of nerves, he'd just discovered that his friends, who'd never gotten lucky in their lives, were now shattering their virginities with two older women of their own. Honestly, it was astounding that things could've progressed so fast in just a few hours. And with quarters this close, how could he not expect that his own turn would come soon?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put his hands to his head in mental frustration. This is ridiculous, he thought. What the hell am I nervous about? So what if those two are getting their jollies? It doesn't mean she's gonna-

His train of thought was interrupted by a gentle tapping at the door.

Brom's whole body tensed as he looked to the door. Given how his friends were currently occupied, he had a good idea who was on the other side; what's more, his imagination could easily conceive what she might want. Deciding to bite the bullet, he got up from the bed and approached the door. Grabbing hold of the knob, he took a deep breath through his nose before opening it.

His fears were realized when he saw Heather standing on the other side. While still wearing her stylish glasses, she was currently dressed in a purple robe; while it fit her form fairly well, her sizeable bust strained against the top. As had been the norm for the evening, she gave him a charming smile.

"Hey there, cutie," she said softly. Her eyes roved over him in appraisal, leading her smile to widen. "Glad to see you saw your clothes."

"Y-yes, thank you," he stammered out. "I was wondering where my bag had gone."

"No problem, handsome," she said. "Just being a good host. But speaking of clothes..." She pointed to the walk-in closet to the right of the bed. "There's a nightgown I wanted to wear, and I think I stored it in there. You mind if I grab it and change in there real quick?"

His mind setting off alarm bells that this woman was going to be naked in roughly the same room as him, Brom barely managed to maintain a cool exterior. "No, no; go right ahead," he answered, stepping aside to let her pass.

"Thanks, darling," she beamed, giving him a quick pat on the cheek. Walking past him, the zebra sauntered over to the closet and went inside, only halfway closing the sliding door. Within a few seconds, her robe flew out and hit the ground. Looking at it, Brom felt a shiver go through him.

"Sooooo," the buck uttered, eager to fill the silence to ease his tension, "thanks again for letting us spend the night, ma'am."

"Oh, it's our pleasure," Heather replied from the closet. "I hope your friends are also pleased with their stay."

No doubts there, he thought. "I'm certain they are, ma'am."

"Well, they certainly sounded like they were enjoying themselves."

"Yeah, they sure-" Brom went quiet for a moment, realizing what she was saying. "Wait... you mean you-"

"Know what they're up to? Of course I do, darling." A hearty chuckle emitted from the closet. "Making as much noise as they are, it's pretty obvious they're not playing Yahtzee."

Brom rubbed the back of his neck, feeling just a tad awkward at talking about such things with her so casually. "No, I guess not. I'm just surprised how fast everything progressed. After all, we all only just met tonight."

"Georgia and Bertha can be very_persuasive. It's so rare we get to entertain such handsome guests; I'm sure they couldn't help themselves." Brom could barely make out the sound of garment being pulled against fur. "I don't think your friends are suffering by it though; they'll have had quite the experience by the morning. That being said..." The closet door slid wide open. "I think it's time I tended _your needs."

Unable to keep his cool composure, Brom's jaw dropped as his eyes met the figure that emerged from the closet.

It was true that Heather had slipped into a nightgown; and what a nightgown it was. Clinging onto her shoulders by two skinny straps was a red satin nightie, with material so transparent it was practically pointless having it on. Her enormous breasts were even more strained in this outfit than in her robe, pointed nipples looking as if they might poke a hole through the article. Just below where the nightie ended, her pussy was perfectly exposed, barely concealed within one of the zebra's black stripes.

She stood in the doorway, posing so her guest got a good eyeful of what was on offer tonight. "So, handsome," she finally spoke, "ready for me to come to bed?"

His mind finally rebooting from the voluptuous sight in front of him, Brom put his hands up defensively. "Ma'am, I-"

"Uh-uh, dear," she teasingly reprimanded, shaking her finger. "I said call me Heather; though feel free to call me mama."

Given his options, he chose the less intimidating one. "Heather, I... we can't do this... I'm-"

"I know, honey," she said, taking her hands from the door and slowly moving toward him. "You've got the reserve of a gentleman; it's one of the things that drew me to you."

Fearing her approach, the buck stepped back from her, his eyes drawn to her bust as it rose and fell with each step. Distracted, he suddenly found he could retreat no more, as the back of his legs hit against the bed.

"None of those school girls could interest you," she continued, maintaining her stride. "But an experienced woman like me knows how to satisfy you, and you know it; I've seen it in your eyes all night." In a few more steps she was right in front of him. When it seemed he would fall backward from her invasion of his space, she took hold of his shoulders and pulled him forward, his chest pressing against her cleavage with her face inches from his. She could practically see the heat coming to his face at her touch. "Don't worry, big boy. I'll take you by the hand, and guide you into real manhood."

Before he could voice any protest he might still be capable of, Brom felt a hand take hold of the back of his head, suddenly pulling his face forward to meet Heather's in a kiss. The buck's eyes widened at the action, his mind going blank. As the zebra began to moan into the kiss, he felt his reservations fade, closing his eyes as he slowly returned the kiss. His arms fell limp for a moment as his legs buckled beneath him, but soon they rose to entwine around the small of his host's back. While she kept one hand pressing him into the kiss, Heather brought the other one down his back, resting innocently along his waistline.

Having held the kiss for a good minute, Heather finally pulled away, taking in a deep breath. "Enjoy the taste of a real woman, handsome?" she asked, confident in already knowing the answer.

His heart going a mile a minute, Brom panted as he strove to find words. "What have you done to me?" he finally spoke, as if in a rapturous trance.

The zebra smirked. "Nothing, honey. You've just finally found what you wanted." Her hand at his waistline gripped the hemline of his pants. "And now we're both gonna get what we need."

Without warning, she tugged the deer's pants and boxers down, bringing them to fall around his ankles. Before he could react, Brom was shoved backward, falling onto the bed with a bounce. Once he'd settled, he took notice of his naked form; in particular, how his cock pointing to the heavens at full mast. Returning his gaze to Heather, he saw her eyes looking him over with hunger, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Mhmmmm, now there's a tasty treat," she cooed. "I'll have to get a mouthful of that later. But first..." She slid onto the bed, crawling over the cervine as he watched her in heart-pounding trepidation. "It's been too long since I've had a young buck stud, and I'm not letting this opportunity pass me by." She came to a stop as her thighs straddled him, her lower lips rubbing against his tip, already moist in anticipation at what would come next.

Brom already knew there was no stopping what was to come, and he wasn't very inclined to do so anyway. Even so, with the knowledge of what was about to occur, he felt the need to say something, anything, to this beautiful woman about to take him on paths he'd never dreamed of. "Heather, I-"

She placed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," she hushed. "Don't worry, honey. Just lay back and mama will take _good_care of you."

Pressing her hands into his tight chest, the mature zebra sank onto the youth's erect member. "Aaaaaaah," she sighed as it made its way into her pussy. "Fuck, that feels so good."

As the entirety of his cock filled the equine, the buck's head jerked back as he cried out in pleasure. While he'd heard from several sources how amazing sex could feel, he personally couldn't believe the experience was that much better than an occasional masturbatory session. Oh, how wrong he'd been; what a colossal fool he'd been! His hands gripped the sheets beneath him as the ecstasy flowed through him.

"Auuuuugh, like that, don't you, stud?" Heather asked, already sure of the answer as she looked down at him. "That's just a taste of what mama has planned for you..."

Raising up her hips, she summarily brought them down again, an audible THWAT sounding as their laps met. She kept the rhythm intentionally slow, wanting to draw the moment out for a time. Each landing brought blissful utterances from their lips.

Bringing himself to look at her, Brom's eyes fixed firmly on her contained cleavage, her flimsy nightie leaving nothing to the imagination. Loosing his hold of the sheets, his hands shot out to grab hold of them. They were so supple to the touch as he squeezed them like large grapefruits.

Heather moaned joyfully at the unexpected initiative on the buck's part. "Oooooh, you naughty boy," she breathed, temporarily halting her gyrations. "You wanna play with mama's tits?" She placed her hands underneath her bust, holding it up in display. "Well do you, big boy?"

For Brom, there was no question, only an answer. "Yeeeees," he sighed, focused on the globes as if hypnotized.

With a pleased grin, she removed her hands and pulled back her arms, proceeding to raise them out from underneath the straps of her nightie. Now held in place by mere gravity, the zebra took hold of the front of her top and pulled it down. One could almost her a BOING as her breasts bounced from their prison. "Go ahead, darling," she enticed, teasingly pressing them together. "They're all yours."

Needing no further encouragement, the buck grabbed hold of her breasts for dear life. He couldn't remember the last time it felt so good to hold something in his hands; truly there was nothing that could compare. It was little wonder the girls at his school couldn't grab his attention; none of them had assets that even came close to this.

As the youth continued to thoroughly fondle her, Heather could only bend her back in delight; if he was testing to see if they were ripe, he took his job very seriously. Still, as enjoyable as this was, she felt the need to move things along, unable to hold herself back any longer.

"That's, oooooooh... very good, stud..." she praised before taking hold of his wrists. "But it's time for the main event." She placed his hands against her hips, before placing hers on either side of him, leaning in close. "Get ready, buck; mama's gonna ride you ragged."

Once more she began raise and lower her hips against him, his cock penetrating her walls with every thrust. This time, however, she began to thrust against him with greater force at breakneck speed. Being on the receiving end of so much stimulation, Brom began to feed back into it, thrusting his own hips to match her.

"Yes! That's it, stud!" Heather crooned. "Harder! Don't hold back!"

"Oooooh Heather," Brom called through gritted teeth. "It's, nggghh...so good... I can't... take it!"

"I know, stud! Just keep going! We're almost there!"

They were; already they were both closing in on the breaking point. In the final stretch, the zebra pounded her young lover as hard as she could. Pushed to his limit, the buck took a firm grip of her striped ass.

"Heather, I... aaaaaah, I can't... can't, ngggh, hold back... any longer... oh god..."

"Fuck, yes! Do it, buck! Let it go! Cum in me! Mama needs it! Aaaaaaaah!"

With a final smash onto her lover's pelvis, Heather felt the sweet release of his cum into her womb. The buck snorted as he tightened his hold on her, before loosing his hold and falling back against the bed. As her body ceased tingling from her euphoria, the zebra fell forward, landing beside her limp partner. Both just lay there in silence for the moment as they caught their breath.

"So, my handsome buck," she said, placing a hand against his chest. "Did mama satisfy your needs?"

Still panting, Brom struggled to find words that properly conveyed how he felt. Turning his head to her, he saw her face looking at him with boundless love; a face he wished he could look into always. "This has been the greatest night of my life," he finally uttered. "Truly, Heather, you are a sensual goddess."

The older woman chuckled. "A goddess, huh?" she said. "I've been with other young studs, but none quite so flattering."

"I'm serious," he insisted. "Heather, no other woman has ever made me feel this way before. I can't explain it, but somehow you make me feel truly alive! After this, after being with you, I can't imagine being with anyone else."

Heather gave him a patronizing smile. She'd had lovers at the university who claimed to feel similarly, but they'd all moved on eventually, either on their own or with a little prodding. "You're sweet, darling," she remarked, not wanting him to say something he might regret, "but that's just the sex talking. Once the haze of lust has left your mind, you'll realize there are other women who can give you what you need; younger women better suited for you."

But the buck was adamant. "No," he declared, taking her hand in his. "I'm not some lovesick puppy that falls for any girl who shows interest."

The zebra woman gave a chuckle. "I think I've done a little more with you than show interest."

The buck's cheeks reddened. "My point is," he continued, "what I feel isn't just some boyish infatuation. I could be with any ten girls and it could not compare to being here beside you. I tell you now if I cannot have you, then I will have no other."

She had to admit this buck was quite the charmer. From the stern look on his face, he seemed pretty sincere in his conviction. It also didn't hurt that he was a fine specimen of deer meat; compared with her previous lovers, he ranked quite highly. She certainly wouldn't be averse to having a stud like him calling on her; especially if he improved in the carnal arts. Perhaps it would be best to let things play out as they would.

"Well, I guess we'll see, handsome," she finally replied. "Wouldn't mind having a strapping young man like you around. And I can guarantee you a very warm reception."

For the first time since his arrival, Brom's face took on a mischievous demeanor. "Perhaps I can persuade you of my sincerity," he said cheekily. Placing his hand on the zebra's cheek, he brought his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Though slightly surprised, Heather nonetheless was quick to press into it with passion of her own. Suddenly, she was caught even further off guard when she found herself turned onto her back, her wrists held down by the buck hovering over her. Her eyes trailed down his body, settling on a penis that was once more fully erect. She looked back to his face to find him giving her a devilish smile. "Let me show you how much I want you."

To her credit, she managed to return a sultry smile of her own. "Well, don't keep mama waiting..." she breathed. Spreading her legs wide, she gave a deep sigh as he plunged into her.

Laying among countless pillows, Ollie slept soundly, Georgia nestled in his arms.

Over the course of the night, the young tabby had taken instruction from the elephant with great eagerness, learning things he never would have guessed. He had been particularly intrigued at just what the pachyderm was capable of doing with her trunk. Finally, after being ridden by her for all he was worth, the two had collapsed into a quick slumber. All in all, he was very pleased with his stay here.

As for Georgia... well, she had no delusions of hanging on to him. Once morning came, he'd ride off to college and he'd soon meet other girls. Still, she liked to think she'd made enough of an impression on him to influence just what sort of girls he'd be seeking. Still, if nothing else, she'd had a fun night of wild abandon, and took satisfaction in the certainty that she'd played a key part in his development going forward.

Curled up as a little spoon to his grizzly lover, Terry was wide awake.

Most of this had to do with the snores coming from Bertha; not surprising, as it was well known that bears were prone to heavy snoring. It also didn't help that the bear's arms were wrapped around him like he was her personal teddy. But the main thing keeping him up was his head spinning from what had transpired between them throughout the night.

In every sense of the word, the older woman had used him; every single way he could satisfy her, they'd done it; sometimes more than once. It was only less than an hour ago that the bear had finally been sated and settled down to sleep; going to her own room was entirely out of the question as far as she was concerned. But the worst part of it all in his mind was that he had let it happen, offering almost no resistance at all. Oh sure, he bristled any time she expressed a new desire, but when it came time to perform he surrendered immediately; furthermore, he derived considerable pleasure from each act.

What the hell does that say about me ? he thought as he laid there. This and similar thoughts would continue to spin through his mind until he finally found sleep, pressed tight against the deeply satisfied grizzly.

In regards to Brom and Heather...

Well, let's just say the young buck spent most of the night presenting his case to the zebra just how far his desire for her went. By the time they finally drifted to sleep in each other's arms, she had found his arguments to be _very_persuasive.

It was past ten in the morning before the occupants of the house began to stir from their rooms. Whether this was because of exhaustion from the previous night, or because they'd decided to pick up where they left off, it was difficult to say.

The first one to come out was a very exhausted Terry. Having finally pried himself from Bertha after giving her "one more load", he hastened to the bathroom before she could change her mind. Taking care of his business, he decided to chill in the living room rather than risk finding the insatiable grizzly still in his room.

Sitting on one of the couches, he grabbed the remote off the table and turned on the TV; to his relief, the wi-fi was running again and all channels were available. Half-watching the morning news, the timber wolf heard footsteps from the hall. A moment later, Brom was standing at the entry way. The moment they saw each other, both immediately turned red-faced; the memory of their encounter last night still stood fresh in their minds, regardless of what happened to each of them afterwards. Neither of them could bring themselves to say something.

Luckily for them, the awkward silence was broken by the sound of more footsteps coming from the other end of the hall, accompanied by the whistling of a cheerful tune. Ollie came striding into the room, a mile-wide smile plastered to his face. "Morning," he said nonchalantly as he plopped on the couch next to Terry's. "You guys have fun last night? I know I did." Neither of his friends bothered to answer.

They lounged in the living room for almost a half hour before a voice called from the dining room. "Breakfast is ready, boys," they cried. Leaving their seats, the youths marched toward the dining room. When they got there, they found the table laden with plates packed with eggs, bacon and toast. Standing at the head of the table, Heather wore her robe with a white apron over it. "Eat up, boys. Sorry the setup's not as fancy as last night, but we figured you were hungry."

"Everything looks delicious," Brom commented, shooting her a knowing smile. This time it was the zebra's turn to get hot in the face.

A couple minutes later, they were joined by Georgia and Bertha from the kitchen, also wearing robes. Before taking her seat, Georgia walked behind Ollie and gave him a kiss on the back of the head. "Thanks for the fun night, kitty," she said before going to her chair.

"No problem, gorgeous," he purred, giving her a quick pat on the ass as she walked by; she gave an innocent giggle at his touch. Apparently, these two had no shame flaunting their fun night in front of the others.

At one point, Terry looked in the direction of the grizzly across from him. When his eyes met her face, she made a point of lustily licking her lips. The wolf did his best to avoid making eye contact with her for the rest of the meal.

Aside from little bits of small talk, not much was said at the table, especially in regards to the events of last night. Once breakfast was over, the ladies encouraged their guests to take showers, promising to make arrangements to get their car some gas. Brom showered first, quickly getting in and out. For Ollie, it took noticeably longer; oddly enough, Georgia's whereabouts were unknown during this time. When it came to Terry's turn, he made double certain the door was locked, just in case his own recent lover got any ideas.

When they were all finished, they were surprised to learn that their car was already in the ladies' driveway waiting for them. Wasn't it an odd thing that their hosts only just remembered this morning that they had some full gas tanks stored in the shed in case of emergency?

Collecting their things, the boys walked out onto the front porch, their hosts waiting for them. At first, no one was quite sure what to say. After all, what does one say after an encounter such as they'd all shared?

Finally, Brom managed to speak up. "Thank you so much for your hospitality, ladies," he said, giving a curt bow; his friends followed him in the gesture. "Its been an experience we'll never forget."

"I should hope not, handsome," Heather said. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. The buck felt her fingers slip something in his back pants pocket. "I'll be waiting," she whispered into his ear, followed by giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Ollie stepped over to Georgia, taking her hands in his. "Thanks for the education, ma'am," he said, bringing her hands to his lips. "I'll be sure to put it to good use."

He was about to pull away from her when he found her trunk had wrapped around the back of his head, bringing him forward into a deep kiss; he didn't complain, even as he was dipped backward. "You know where to find me if you need more lessons, kitty," she said as she broke the kiss. "There's always something to learn."

Terry was so wrapped up at the display of affection between tabby and elephant that he didn't notice as a hulking figure towered behind him. "Thanks for the fun, wolfy," Bertha said in a sultry growl. "Remember me when you get lonesome." Before he could turn around, the wolf felt a heavy hand smack him in the ass. Not turning back, he charged down the steps, making a beeline to the car.

Not far behind, Brom and Ollie followed suit. Getting in the car, the youths gave a final look at the isolated home of the three seductive cougars who had shown them such unforgettable pleasures. Pulling out, all of them (yes, even Terry) waved their hosts goodbye.

Standing on the porch, the three women returned the wave, wishing their recent lovers a safe journey. In less than a minute, the car had pulled from the property and was heading down the highway once more.

"Well," said Georgia, giving a sigh, "that was certainly fun."

"I'll say it was," Bertha agreed. "I think my wolfy realized he likes being a boy toy and it's driving him mad." She gave a hearty laugh at the poor youth's predicament.

"Still, it's a shame it had to come to an end so soon; it's not everyday ladies like us get this lucky."

"Yeah, and Lord only knows when we'll ever get an opportunity like this again."

As her housemates went back inside, Heather remained quietly outside, her eyes still turned in the direction the car had departed. She had scoffed at the notion when it came up last night, but now? Did she dare to hope that maybe...

Well, she thought, we'll just wait and see...

As he lifted the weights on his shoulder once more, Terry caught her staring at him again.

One of the initial surprises he'd received on first starting classes was that the head coach was a woman; to be specific, a female polar bear roughly in her forties. For both her age and her species, she'd managed to keep herself fit, her muscular figure on display in her usual blue T-shirt and low-cut denim shorts. Whether it was simply instructing the PE class or coaching the football team, Coach Pulaski filled her position well.

That being said, Terry couldn't help being unnerved that he so often found her looking in his direction when he happened to look her way; what's more, it was the way she looked at him. Perhaps he shouldn't be too surprised; after all, there were so few other students in the gym right now. Also, his mind might very well be projecting due to recollections of... that night.

Shaking the thought away, he laid the weight down and headed for the showers; he'd already had a long day. When he arrived, he found he was the sole occupant. This suited him just fine, as he felt a need to be alone right now.

As the hot water poured over him, the timber wolf's mind flooded with everything that had passed since that night their car ran out of gas. For the remainder of the ride to Fullhowler University, none of the three friends said a word. It appeared that now that it was over the night of passion they'd all had was an experience they had silently agreed to keep to themselves.

Terry had just wanted to move forward and carry on as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, it seemed he had not left that house unchanged. In spite of a better placement on the university's football team, the line of hotties he'd been expecting still hadn't appeared. What was even worse, however, was that now when he tried to rub one out on his own, it wasn't the faces of young college girls he saw in his mind, but rather a mature grizzly that had her way with him every way she could; and worst of all, it got him hard every time.

Regretfully, he didn't really feel he could turn to his friends for advice.

Ollie was doing well for himself at college, both athletically and academically. Furthermore, he appeared to be much better at scoring with the ladies than Terry was. That being said, it was surprising just what sort of girls the tabby went with; all of them were from relatively bigger species, though not exactly fat. He'd tried asking him about it once, and the cat had gone on about "losing yourself in curves of love" or whatever. For the last several months he'd been dating a hippo girl two years his senior, and it seemed likely to stick. Without understanding, Terry simply wished him the best of luck.

As for Brom, that was another matter. Outside of classes, the buck had become rather difficult to find lately. Over the weekends he was usually absent from his dorm, and if they wanted to hang with him they practically had to beg him days in advance. When asked about what the deal was, he'd just brush it off and say he was busy; with what he never said.

As he turned off the water, the wolf acknowledged it was an unusual situation all around. Hopefully things would reach some semblance of normalcy soon. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he headed to the locker area to grab his clothes.

He was almost there when he caught sight of someone standing at the room's main entrance; someone he was very familiar with.

"Well, well," Coach Pulaski said, her body wrapped in a towel of her own. "Looks like I'm not alone after all."

"Coach!" Terry spoke in surprise. "What are you doing in here?" These were the _men's_showers, after all.

The smile on her face didn't reassure the wolf in the slightest, as he'd seen a smile like that before. "Honestly?" she asked. "Well, I suppose you could say it's a little... fantasy of mine."

"A fantasy?" he inquired warily, already feeling sweat down the back of his neck.

She took a few steps toward him. "I like to come in here for a shower once the main crowd has gone. As the water pours over me, I like to imagine a young student walking in on me and liking what he sees. Next thing you know, one thing leads to another... but this is far better than I hoped for."

The wolf instinctually retreated backward, guessing easily where this was going. "What do you mean this?" he asked, already knowing.

"Well, you_are_ one of my top students," she replied. "And I've seen the way you look at me during practice." She stopped right in front of him as he backed into a wall. "So you can't tell me you don't want a piece of this..."

Gripping the top of her concealing towel with both hands, she flung it wide open, revealing everything within. Terry's eyes were met with the sight of his coach's fully nude body. Given the size of her knockers, he off-handedly thought how her t-shirts did a remarkable job hiding their true scope. There was a moistness to her fur, indicating she was still sweaty from her own recent workout.

On the one hand, the young wolf was filling with dread as a sense of déjà vu came over him. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny a part of him was very much turned on at the situation. Already he could feel his cock tenting the towel around his waist.

Apparently, of the two conflicting sides of him, the polar bear picked up on the latter, licking her lips at the sight of his hidden erection. "Mhmmm, I knew you couldn't resist," she said huskily. She came closer to him, placing one hand on the wall behind him, while she crooked a finger of the other into the top of his towel.

"Coach, I-" Terry whispered, offering token resistance that he knew was useless.

"Just relax, wolfy." She tugged down on the towel, loosening it to fall to the floor. "Mama bear will make a man out of you."

Terry only managed to give a nervous gulp before the bear's lips crashed into his.

From inside the guest room, Brom could hear the gentle sound of the rain hitting against the roof.

After what had been a delicious dinner, he was changing into a pair of pajama pants, leaving his chest exposed. True, he wouldn't be wearing them long, but he found stripping them off an essential part of the experience. Feeling he was ready, he headed for the door to enter the hall.

Stepping out, he happened to see Bertha just a little down the hall. Catching sight of him, she gave him a quick inspection; based on the smile she gave, he apparently passed muster. "Have fun, big buck," she told him before heading down the hall to her room. Watching her depart, the buck approached the room across from his own.

Entering the room, he found the mood had already been set. More elaborate than the room he'd been assigned, the walls were lined with finely carved furniture, each currently bearing several lit candles that served as the room's only illumination. Rather than give his attention to the various adornments though, Brom's focus was solidly on the room's sole occupant.

Sitting entirely nude on the edge of a large bed with satin red sheets, a mature zebra woman stared at him expectantly with her legs crossed. The buck took a moment to drink in the sight; doing so never got old for him. For her part, the zebra never tired of his wanting gaze.

"Well, handsome," she finally uttered, "don't keep mama waiting." Leaning back, she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide, revealing her wet pussy.

The young buck didn't need to be told twice. Shutting the door behind him, he strode forward before falling to his knees before her. Taking hold of her thighs, he plunged his face into her clit, the potent scent of her musk driving him wild. The zebra let out a moan as his tongue parted her lower lips.

Before he departed that morning after they'd met, Brom had made it clear to Heather that he held to his stance of devotion to her. The older woman, seeing his sincerity, decided to take a chance on the young buck. As he was about to leave, she'd slipped her number into his pocket. She had to give him credit; he'd restrained himself for two days before calling her back. And so they talked, partly about what they were both up to, but more significantly what they'd do to the other if they were in close proximity. With the spark still burning between them, it didn't take long for phone calls to turn into house calls.

They did their best to be discreet; while there was technically nothing wrong with their relationship, there were likely prudes on campus who'd raise some kind of stink if they were found out. As a result, Brom only ever saw Heather at her home, keeping strictly to weekend visits. Also, he refrained from taking any of her virtual art classes, not wanting there to be any noticeable trails between them. He'd not yet confided to his friends about seeing her, though he suspected they knew_something_ was up. It wasn't that he didn't trust them to keep the secret; he just wanted to see how long this relationship lasted before getting them involved. For now, he was happy to let things progress naturally.

Speaking of which, he'd soon learned it was only natural for the mature zebra to shriek as he orally played with her pussy, just as he was doing now. As she'd done before, her hands clung to his antlers in a vice grip. This tendency had led to an amusing incident about a month ago during Brom's molting season, wherein she had tugged on his antlers so hard in the throes of passion that she had ended up yanking them off; while initially overcome with profound panic, they soon realized what had occurred and got a good laugh out of it..

Finally, Heather couldn't take his administrations any longer. Pulling him up by his mantle, she looked down into his eyes with lustful need. "That's enough, stud," she cooed. "Time to ride me for all your worth."

Literally springing into action, the buck leaped from the floor, landing on top of his lover as he pressed her into the bed. Leaning down, he gave her a steamy kiss. Giving as good as she got, the zebra assisted her lover by pulling down his pants for him. Pulling away, Brom lined himself up with his designated target; after months of practice, it was practically effortless. Taking hold of her enormous breasts, he proceeded to take the plunge as her arms wrapped around him.

As with many of their sexual encounters, they alternated with periods of fucking and cuddling, while occasionally finding a happy medium between the two. And as usual, once they could go no further, they fell limp into the bed until sleep took them.

Lying there, Brom couldn't help pondering what this thing between them was leading to. While he'd made it clear to her she was the only one for him, no other words of commitment had been spoken between them, including mention of the L-word. So far, their relationship had been built mostly on raw sexual desire, but could it develop into something more? Would Heather even be open to something more, or would his reaching out ruin what they already had? He resolved that someday soon he would take her on a proper date, out in the open for all to see and without shame. When that time came, he would broach the subject with her and learn just what she wanted.

In the meantime, there was another thing to consider. While her housemates had been very supportive of their relationship (such as it was), he felt somewhat guilty that they didn't have anyone of their own. To alleviate the problem, he planned to discreetly scope out the males at the university as viable candidates; if he and his friends were anything to go by, then surely there must be some single men there who'd relish the chance to score with some luscious MILFs.

By sheer coincidence, Heather was thinking on the same subject, though from a different angle. While Georgia and Bertha had made no trouble for them, she knew they may soon begin to bristle from their own lack of attention. Half-jokingly, Bertha had begun to float the idea of them all sharing the young buck. So far, the zebra had managed to put her off, citing that Brom might be put off by the idea.

That was certainly part of the reason, but there was something else. Until now, all her lovers had been passing flings; sometimes weeks, sometimes months, but all temporary. With Brom, however, something just felt different. While most of their time was certainly devoted to sex, they actually took time to talk about things; their lives, their families, etc.. His initial encounter with her aside, he had a maturity in character that made her feel she could relate to him, regardless of their age gap. Having not been in a serious romantic relationship since her own school days, she wasn't sure how to handle the situation. Could it be that there was more to how she felt for him? He claimed to want no woman but her, but she'd mostly brushed that off as youthful sentimentality that would fade in time. Could it be he was genuinely in love with her? The very thought turned her face red. She'd definitely have to give this some proper thought, though for now she'd keep things as they were and see how he still felt about her in due time.

As for catering to her friends, her feelings for Brom were strong enough that she certainly didn't feel like sharing him just yet. That being said, she'd have to find some other way, and it would not be easy. After all, that night the boys' car ran out of gas had been practically a miracle. What was the likelihood of the three ladies scoring three for three again?

Author's Notes

Happy Mother's Day, everyone!

I hope you all enjoyed this story. Similar to "The Waylaid Warriors", this story originated from three different MILF scenarios that came to mind, and when I saw how similar they were I decided to find a way to combine them into one narrative. That being said, while I won't say "never", it's highly unlikely I'll write another story with three (technically four) MILFs in it again. Terry's encounter with his coach was added right at the last minute, inspired by artwork I've seen of Nick Wilde and Friedkin from Zootopia. Tell me how I'm doing and how I can improve. And let me know which pairing was your favorite.

P.S. I was almost considering calling this story Milf Manor, but I discarded that quickly as I felt that would incorrectly imply that the ladies were prostitutes in a brothel.

P.S.S. I'd just like to take a moment to say how fucking tedious it is to write the story around the sex scenes. I think these things up thinking I can write them down in no time, only to end up spending DAYS writing the setup before the sex even happens, just so the story is a step above the stuff you'd find in a porn film. Does anyone else have this problem, or is it just me?