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Sneakers crackling on forest road were the only offenders breaking surrounding silence. Dense treetops protected the trail from hot summer sun, giving Camille a desired respite after crossing open meadow, where wind blew stuffy air over dried grass, longing for some refreshing rain. Skies were clear of any clouds,blocking scorching rays from burning pedestrians passing through Gnarly woods back roads. Not that many people were out right now, Camille met only a few residents along the route to her friend's house, as many preferred to cool down in swimming pools, instead of hiking. It was already late evening, but the unrelenting sun did not want to give that fact away and its heat was only strengthening Camille's perverted desires. Whole week, she carried almost an unhealthy obsession about her friend, locking him up in her mind and letting go when her raging hormones left her body and following weakness loosened the locks of her imaginative prison. It could not be helped. She could only postpone it for a while, a few hours, half a day, until a characteristic shape started forming in her underwear again, stealing all her attention.

They were good friends, she was sure he would understand, but probably would not consent to what she dreamed of him to do. Just bend him over the table like a helpless plushie and be in charge, showing him a real meaning of anal exploration.

It was happening again. Her cock was raging and the coochie began slowly leaking horny juices, but she couldn't do anything about it, now. She could just hide behind the bush and release the tension, but it would not help her, not at all, not now when she was so close to her goal. Camille was beating her meat several times a day, now, dreaming of busting a nut in that sweet bussy in hopes of disspelling that strange obsession she was suffering, but her hunger was only growing stronger after every explosion of semen covering her breasts.

Camille just grinded her teeth in desperation and arranged her penis to a better position, who was strongly throbbing in anticipation with every touch. Just a little more and it would just soil her underwear.

The House of Hedgehog family was right ahead and the perverted visitor did not hesitate to trot straight to a front door and ring the bell, but no one answered. At least Alfred should be at home, she was chatting with him on the phone this morning and he said he is not heading anywhere, today, explaining he just wanted to unwind a bit.

'I will give you some unwinding, you little slut,' thought Camille to herself, imagining him on his knees in front of her, begging with eyes for her extraordinary package. Horny wallaby bit her lower lip and tried to ignore a throbbing member tucked in her panties, as she followed the pathway of unsorted stones, leading from the front door to a terrace at the back of the house. She noticed, even though the doors were closed, the garage was empty, so either somebody or the whole family was gone.

Terrace was empty, as well, no signs of anyone, no sounds of radio or telly, but she did notice the back door leading to a kitchen was open, the doorway covered only with insect nest, so somebody had to be home. Camille quietly walked on a terrace and started looking around when it struck her. Woods around were absolutely silent, barely any leaves rustling in the wind. Summer heat seemed to tone down the whole world, causing certain unusual sounds to stand out and pulling Camille's ears into their direction.

She heard something she was too familiar with: a wet squelching, accompanied by subtle moans and gasping. Momentum and a single voice were hinting somebody was jerking off nearby. Like a hound listening for a prey prowling through the forest, Cammile traced the source of sound to the open window above the bench, leading to a bathroom, if she remembered correctly. A bench right below the window served as a support and allowed the curious wallaby to lift herself enough to be able to peep inside. It was probably just Alfred's dad enjoying some alone time, but if it was actually Alfred, seeing him playing with himself was too precious an opportunity to pass up, even worth risking witnessing an old out of shape man airing out his junk to some questionable porn.

Camille lifted herself up and let out a gasp. Her legs shook a bit as the member became instantly hard and the tip tingled with lust. Hot excited breath fogged corner of the window after quiet: "Oh, fuck..." was uttered and horny spy dropped back on the bench. She tucked the edge of skirt and pulled out her wet dick from panties, so she could give it some proper love it so desperately needed, and pulled herself up again, balancing on the bench with spread legs, holding onto windowsill with one hand and commencing to pleasure herself with the other, while peeping inside as best this position allowed her.

Inside really was Alfred, luck she could not even believe, sitting on a towel on a bathroom floor, naked, safe for a pair of white kneesocks, one leg held straight up and other spreading for a phone in front of him, middle finger plugging his bumhole while hard weiner was receiving a professional treatment, bottle of lube lying on floor next to him. Whether he was watching porn, recording himself of masturbating or maybe even video chatting with someone Camille could not tell, but she would give anything to be there, pull his arm aside and just ram that bussy of his like world is going to end tomorrow - but she had to do with what she had. For now, at least.

Camille tightened her leg muscles, clenched the windowsill and grabbed her raging cock, begging to be pleased. She did not delay and immediately started wanking, her coochie dripping with anticipation and legs shaking from strain of unusual position. At this moment, she did not care if somebody could see her, she was fully focused on satisfying her primal urges, raging inside of her, gobbling up the vision of the object of her deepest desires right in front of her, separated only by a thin window glass. Secretly watching him playing with his perfectly shaped body, boyish, but sporting some feminine features when put in a proper position, skillfully answering to every of its calls, gave Camille a special tingle, and was driving her mind insane. This was nothing like watching porn with paid actors, this was a reality, real fur within her grasp, ready to be taken and bent to her will.

Feeling of incoming orgasm took over her body. Lips become loose, allowing saliva to drool out through opened corners of the mouth, pushed out with an accelerated hot breath as frequency of her stroking increased. Her ankles twisted and lips let out a quiet moan, tail bent upwards and every muscle clenched as she felt load of semen climbing up through penis out to the world. Camille bit her lower lip to quiet herself down and finished on the wall in front of her.

It was not an orgasm, it was an explosion - explosion of cum, brought to the extreme size via secretly watching Alfred spanking his own little monkey, satisfying her perverted fantasy, representation of the basic ones. As she was drowning in her dirty desires, she could always take them a bit further, such as instructing him on how he should play with himself, while holding him on a leash like blindly loving pet - maybe he could be sucking her off, or better yet, she could make him cum on his own face and swallow all of that boy juice... While she is creaming his tight bussy...

"Oh, fuck..." Camille exhaled quietly and exhausted, her mind running wild with imagination. Cock in her hand, tingling with pleasant sensation, was refusing to go flacid and retained its hardness, despite the load it just unleashed onto the world. Orgasmic feeling was spilling from her crotch to the rest of her body, relaxing muscles and mixing with a bitter feeling of embarrassment running down her spine. With shaking legs, she slowly dropped from the bench on the ground, observing the mess she created, leaning on furniture for support. Sticky white splatter was running down the wall, forming a puddle on the floor. It was everywhere - wall, ground, bench, her hands, legs, all connected with a tiny semen cobweb. Her coochie also squirted, adding to a puddle, leaving a trail of juice everywhere it landed, wetting her fur and soaking panties. Now, she was starting to come back to her senses, she had to think of a way to clean this all up - or she could force Alfred to clean it, maybe lick it off, while-

Camille gave herself a gentle slap on the face to scare away such thoughts. Hornyness she was feeling was overwhelming and kept taking control of her thoughts, visions of Alfred getting treated like her good little slave flashing in her mind. This was seemingly not enough, but she had to keep her head cool and start taking care of business at hand - or she could just cowardly vacate the premises.

Peeping wallaby stared at her hand and wanted to lick of semen stuck to it to at least have free hands for cleaning, but she got suddenly startled by something, that made her freeze in place, heart stopped for a second and her natural instinct was deciding, whether to face the source of scare or simply run away.

That something was so simple and innocent, joyful and beautiful, yet at this very moment, an amused giggle sounded almost like a death threat.

"You've seen Alfred, haven't you?" Mrs. Hedgehog said with a strange passionate undertone. Camille slowly turned around, somewhat calmed down by her sweet soothing voice, but still feeling crushing embarrassment. She was caught red handed, there was no way out of this pickle.

Mrs. Hedgehog was standing on the opposite side of a terrace, holding a laundry basket and watching her with a mischievous smile. Over the years and two kids, she lost nothing of her beauty and grace, age did not yet start taxing her perfectly shaped body with no sagging or flaws, an object of several lonely fantasies, and now Camille was standing in front of her, no trousers and pointing at her with still rock hard weiner with semen dripping on the ground. Camille wanted to cover herself at least, but couldn't get hold of the skirt fabric - somewhere deep down she did not even want to. This was almost as another of her fantasies, the only thing missing was Mrs. Hedgehog asking if she needed any help with that erection.

But instead, the lady of the house put away the laundry basket on the ground and started slowly walking towards Camille, still keeping that mischievous smile on her face, while the perverted spy was carefully looking at her, gasping for air.

"He is such a little slut. Don't you think I did not notice how you were looking at him lately, dreaming of hitting that tight ass of his. You would love that, wouldn't you?"

Mrs. Hedgehog, without giving a startled girl a chance to respond, walked around Camille and stood behind her, putting hands on her shoulders, giving them gentle rubs, turning her weiner again into a rock-hard state.

"I can make that happen, you know. He likes to be used and commanded, and made into a cum dumpster," she said bewitchingly, her hot breath tickled Camille's ear, warm body pressed against hers. She could feel Mrs. Hedgehog's breasts on her back and the only thing she could do was to breathe heavily with anticipation of what will come next. "But you would have to do something for me in exchange."

Hands slowly slid down her arms to elbows and moved inside, taking control of Camille's breasts, gently weighting and squishing them, giving hard nipples an occasional pinch. It was a rather brief stop, Mrs. Hedgehog's hands split, one stayed in place comforting tits, but the other started moving down over Camille's tummy and to her raging erected cock, playing with its wet tip, teasing it, while resting chin on her shoulder. June Hedgehog shortly licked spying wallaby's cheek and suddenly grabbed her penis at the base, squishing it first, before setting off slow jerking motion, but every time her hand was at the root, she slipped pinkie into her wet pussy, oozing with horny juices.

Young, inexperienced and still captivated with hormone imbalance of freshly passed adolescence, Camille gasped for breath, overflowing with delight and her arms reached back, one landing on the lady's neck and other grabbing her butt, forcing her against her. She was just living through a porn fantasy, about to be jacked off by her friend's insanely hot mom - but it did not happen. Mrs Hedgehog stopped, gently kissing her on the cheek and letting off, leaving her edged, anticipated and confused.

Nobody spoke, so Camille turned around and froze for a second time today. Mother's shorts were down to her ankles, revealing to a world big futa cock, hard and ready for action, while its owner was licking off semen and pussy juice from her finger with an amused smile.

"If you want to bust a nut in my son, you will have to work for it, darling."

She spoke so sweetly, so persuasively, like she was asking her to help her with groceries. Camille fell for it, absolutely without a second though. Mrs. Hedgehog offered her a hand and she took it, letting herself get pulled closer and with gentle pat on a head dropped on her knees, meeting with her throbbing cock on an eye level.

Perverted wallaby never put a penis in her mouth, but was not intimidated and valiantly, despite lacking any real experience, besides practicing on her dildo, taking on the role of an oral pleaser. This was, after all, a horny imagination coming to life and world, through some twisted steps, threw her right into a porn script as a leading role.

Peeping Tom licked her lips, grabbed June's hard weiner and gave it a firm tug, squeezing out a large drop of horny juice. She looked up nervously, but the owner's warm smile, shining from behind a pair of breasts trapped in a brown shirt, assured her of her actions. Camille, fully aware she must give something to receive something, stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of a penis, eager to be pleased. Mrs. Hedgehog's semen was salty, but tasted better than her own. She performed the way she saw in adult movies, mixing tugging with licking and full sucking, drooling like a hungry animal. A gentle head pats and quiet moaning indicated she is on the right track, pleasing Mrs. Hedgehog's dick in the correct way, swallowing a tasteful precum in the process, saliva rolling down her chin and leaving a wavy line of wet fur. Her cock was raging, throbbing with desire to unload another semen explosion, but Camille restrained herself from touching her member in fear of soiling Mrs. Hedgehog's feet and shorts.

Camille released a penis from her mouth in a gasp for breath, still staying connected with a web of saliva and precum, but the pleased mother halted her continuation by moving bangs away from her forehead.

"You did good, honey," she praised her performance, to which Camille answered only with a delighted smile and slurping fluids around her lips. "Now, stand up and lie on the table. I will take care of you."

Horny wallaby only wheezed in anticipation of what would come next. She did her part and now it's time for a reward, and she eagerly did how she was instructed. She was fully aware her climax is right behind the corner, few humps and Mrs. Hedgehog's hole will get decorated with a fresh creampie, but that thought barely weighed her mind. She was about to score with an incredibly hot woman, that was most important - this was not about Alfred, anymore. Besides, she was sure June would understand her early cumming.

It was a bit confusing, why not use a more stable floor, instead of a flimsy table, but Camille was sure her more experienced partner knew what she was doing, and so laid back on a wooden piece of furniture, her cock erected and oozing, waiting for a wet coochie to slip into. Fate was a cruel mistress, however, and perverted fantasy played out in a different way than how Camille was expecting.

Mrs. Hedgehog stood in front of a spying girl, looking down on her with a mischievous smile. She whipped up her cock and dropped him on Camille's pussy, wet from blowjob she was just giving. As she grabbed one of her legs and put it on her shoulder, the trespasser realized what was about to happen and how wrong she was. She was the one who will be railed, not receiving a railing. Before Camille could say or do anything, Mrs. Hedgehog gently kissed her calf and with a single motion slipped her weiner inside her ham pocket, so wet with excitement it barely encountered any resistance and spreaded with ease.

Camille only gasped for breath and leaned forward, holding onto a table edge with one hand and grabbing June Hedgehog's wrist with the other, not to halt her doings, but to ensure she was doing the right thing. Thrusts were rhythmic, creating a squishing sounds and causing pulsating feelings of pleasure both in a crotch and a tip of her penis, which already spilled a small puddle of semen on Camille's tummy. Every push in was a small dose of ecstasy and every pull out was a disappointed disconnection, leaving wallaby craving and desperate for more. She even went ahead and wrapped her other leg around Mrs. Hedgehog's waist to help her in her journey to a mutual climax. Mother's iconic shirt was now unbuttoned, and a pair of mature firm tits on a fit body were flashing and bouncing from beyond the flapping fabric, vision of which absolutely captivated Camille as she moaned through clenched teeth with eyes locked on them, her dick so hard a single touch would cause a massive eruption of baby juice.

Mrs. Hedgehog's rhythm increased, so did her heavy breathing. They both felt the finish was right in front of them and they both moaned in a long unison, anticipating what was about to come. Mother leaned forward, lied on Camille and squeezed her cock between their hot bodies, breasts grinding, hips going for a sprint to the finish line. Their faces were so close they just spat saliva onto each other with every loud gasp, eyes locked in this sudden, unexpected connection, explosion of passion and dirty animalistic desire for self satisfaction, yet sharing a surprising spark of a mutual bond. Mrs. Hedgehog's eyes suddenly closed and her face hid in Camille's neck, as she let out choked moan and one final powerful thrust created a climax, causing Camille's coochie to be filled with a massive load of warm semen, size so large it immediately started pouring out, spilling over her bootyhole, tail and down on the floor. Her legs and immediate area shook with orgasm, as both lovers stopped in motion, absorbing the moment and recovering from the strain they just experienced.

Camille hugged Mrs. Hedgehog's heavily breathing body tightly, adding a grateful kiss on her neck, as the last few slow thrusts squeezed out the rest of the white sauce and tired flaccid phallus slipped out. Mrs. Hedgehog exhaustedly straightened herself and helped Camille sit down. Woman and a girl now got into a giggling fit, while occasionally kissing and rubbing each other's bodies.

"Yeah, I think you will do just fine with Alfred. He is all yours, if you want," said mother, while still dreamingly staring into Camille's eyes.

"I think I could still use a bit of training, Mrs. Hedgehog," replied Camille with a suggestive giggle. Her partner looked down to observe the mess she created and noticed Camille's cock was surprisingly still hard and untreated, resisting rubbing between bodies and now eagerly oozing, waiting his turn to get some proper treatment.

"Hmm... Looks like there is still one more thing for me to take care of," said June Hedgehog smiling, as she slowly dropped down on her knees.