Vanessa & Max Part 2: Tacos an' Lust
Vanessa bit her lower lip as she recalled this, merging into a lane at a quick and dangerous speed, nearly knocking another driver out of the way. The Pig honked, promptly. How could she tell her best friend, one who was married, who probably couldn't satisfy her sexually, might not even share her feelings, and... had some of the most adorable blue eyes she ever-
Vanessa took a deep breath and opened a window; she needed some air. Curiously, she looked down to her panties below her skirt, carefully darting back up to the road as she did so. She was getting wet again. Vanessa growled, grinding her thighs together in a slow sort of way, like most her adventures with her fingers started.
Her lust was not something to be tempted. Vanessa never understood why the bunny made her feel such a way. Sometimes, it happened from just overhearing his rich southern accent in a seductive way, even if it wasn't meant to be.
-V&M-
Max came from the hick south. The very Deep South. The south that usually hated black furred anthros with a passion. White, brown, and yellow were only the real accepted fur colors, and any kind of dark fur, being a stripe or even just a tail tip, was considered a sin against god. Max had told her all of this, what his life was like, how he grew up, everything. He even told her of the small romance he had with his cousin. As she recalled, Vanessa nearly spilled her coffee when he said this. Max was never open about his sexual experiences, not even about his wife. This rather shocked Vanessa. She never expected Max to be mating inbred, but when he told her that it was just a kiss, and some partial heavy petting, she understood. Somewhat...
"I dunno how I felt..." Max had said. They both were sitting at a booth at the local Taco Joint. It was over 90 degrees outside, and the air conditioner was broken. Max and Vanessa were both ridden with sweat, Max looking rather attractive in Vanessa's eyes. "On one hand, she was tha closest thing I had to a friend round' there, all because of me splotch." He pointed to his left eye; it was surrounded with a black mark in his yellow fur, one which was different from the rest of his body, as far as she saw. "I... I started off real slow, just kissin' her, and it eventually led ta some h-heavier stuff..."
-V&M-
"M-max... wait, t-this isa' wrong..." Jess huffed with a shudder, Max's paw petting over her covered mound. They both were eighteen at the time, both about to graduate from high school. Max and Jess had found an attachment grow over each other after they started to go to the same school a few weeks back, and now they had gone past a vital point in the family chain, a point which was considered against god, an act of incest.
Max and Jess had kissed their way to Jess's uncle's barn, and they were lying down in the corner of the red building, surrounded by hay to block them. Jess was leaning up against a few bales of hay, her legs spread and Max leaning against her, coaxing her neck in kisses.
Max immediately pulled back at her request, being the gentleman he was. "Y-yeah... Sorry about that bab- I mean cuz..."
Jess just looked to him, lifting her legs up against her chest. "W-what would tha family think Max? We can't do this; it'd be too weird for them..."
Max nodded, "Yeah yeah, I know... I just..." His eyes found their way back to her, and instantly he blushed. "I like you cuz... A-as more than family..."
"B-but what about Maria... Yo-you're supposed to marry her after schools over..."
Max nodded again, "You're right... This is a wrong doin'... It's just... We can-
Jess lifted her finger to Max's lips, a heavy blush upon her face. "Tell ya what... I-I'll let ya watch a bit... ok?" She had a desperate but concerned look in her eye, one side overtaken with lust, the other fearful of the consequences of their actions.
Max looked to her in disbelief, the aspect though was very enticing. He quickly shook it away and looked to her sternly. "No cuz, naw listen... I..." He trailed off. Jess was spread open in more ways then one, and as Max's eyes trailed down to where she was illustrating for him, he instantly found himself warming up to the idea of having this little show.
Max couldn't believe his eyes. There she was, exposing herself to his kin, his family. At first, Max felt a bit sick. Mating with family was highly looked down upon in most furry societies, the one they were in included. Even between bunnies, the act of sexual intercourse with the farthest of cousins was seen as a mortal sin. Then again, most all sex was looked upon as a sin. Though, these guidelines were set by an otter-kept church, and therefore did not know of the lustful tendencies that lapines produced. Though, after a while, he found himself growing aroused, and he patiently watched her work, leaning against the barn wall.
Jess shifted in her position at first, the rough hay against her rear causing an itch she'd rather not be taken sexually. In fact, Jess was at a complete loss at what she was supposed to do when giving a show like this? Was she supposed to look sexy? Bad? Dirty? She did not know. So, instead of dealing with the embarrassment, she just went with the flow and traced her labia with both her index finger and her middle. This instantly caused a stir, and she felt her hips quiver and jump up at the most extraneous contractions made by her finger.
Max found his paw slowly moving to his own trousers, and he slowly slid them off, hands shaking erratically at the situation he had thrust them into. He pulled out his-
-V&M-
"Ok Max, could you stop please... This is making me uh..." Vanessa stumbled with her words. To be honest, all of this was making her very aroused. Even the descriptions of her cousin seemed to make her anxious. Her hands kept still at her thighs, but she did seem troubled in some manner. Unfortunately for her, Max took it another way, and made it much worse.
With a smirk, Max rose from his seat, standing next to her sitting frame. He got dangerously close to her face, murring softly and letting his hot breath press against her neck fur, the air spreading down her neck and up her cheek. "What's tha matter darlin'? I got you all disgusted with me bunny lovin'?" He snickered softly, kneading his maw into her soft neck. Max didn't know that Vanessa's neck was one of her most favorite places to be touched, mostly kneaded as he was doing now. He then took his tie within his paw and started to pull, loosening it up a bit. "Woo girl, ya makin' me all hot and bothered..." With another goofy giggle, Max let his gaze down from her neck to her thighs, just trying to catch a glimpse of her features, as he often did. Max thought his actions were all in good fun, and that Vanessa did not find bunnies very attractive, due to what she said about them sexually.
What Max didn't realize, was that all of his flirty sayings and whatnot, were actually affecting Vanessa much more than he knew. Her paws were clamped closely to her groin, shivering and twitching to pet over a very juicy mound, one that he could see from her pulled back skirt and completely drenched panties. There happened to be a bit of moisture on the bright yellow plastic seat, the scent of her arousal just pouring into the air. She had to thank the smell of tacos for overlapping the dirty smell of her juices, a sweet gush pouring out as she tilted her head back, eyes shut closed.
Max's eyes darted back to her with an awed look upon his face, mouth agape as he stuttered in confusion. Max never knew about this kind of reaction he had on her, and he sure didn't know that she actually nearly spilled herself with only the sound of his voice. He blushed profusely, flattered and touched all at once. As his eyes rose back to meet hers, she met his lips with a soft nip from her tongue, a bit of her moist saliva dripping from Max's lower lip. Vanessa immediately pulled, back, squeezing herself together in a heavy tension and resistance. He could distinguish the overall embarrassment and strain she was having from just throwing him down and yiffing him then and there, in front of children, the elderly, and employees of a Taco Joint. Naturally, this would be horribly embarrassing for her.
"M-max... P-please... Stop..." Vanessa nearly cried out. The poor canine whimpered and moaned, blushing madly. No one ever did this to her; she never felt so aroused by a furre's voice, posture, attitude, and overall figure. She nearly gnawed off her lower lip with her fangs, and as she doubled over slightly, Max took a few traced steps back, allowing her passage away.
Vanessa saw this as an opportunity. "I gotta use the ladies room..." And she quickly scampered away to the women's rest room. She held a paw over her crotch as she scampered ahead, murring softly in exasperation.
Basically kicking open a stall door, Vanessa fell upon the toilet seat, spreading her legs open wide, lifting one leg up to prop herself up against the toilet. Her toes fell down over the side, clicking against the porcelain edge with her claws, as she fiddled with her panties to get them free, picking the soft drenched fabric away from her drippy slit. As she finally pulled them away, the action caused a gentle gush of juices to dribble quickly into the water below. Vanessa cooed, feeling herself just grow more and more aroused with each passing second.
"Oh Max... P-Please fuck m-me..." She envisioned all the dirty things Max would do to her, how they would explore every sexual sin; spread her open in so many ways. She imagined getting plowed in every hole by Max, his hot cum just raining over her as they both reached the perfect climax.
Vanessa thought on how clean of a place this was to masturbate in, but at the current moment, she could be covered in mud for all she cared. While this was horribly embarrassing, her lusts for Max exposed in the open. Vanessa whined softly, pushing her thighs together as she resisted the urge to just shove her whole hand up within her cunt, which she wasn't even sure if she could do.
Maybe if she relieved herself, she'd be in a better position that wasn't so overcome by Max, a state to which she could think rationally. Stroking along her urethra, Vanessa sighed with relief as a heavy stream of her urine started to flow from her.
Then the image of Max pissing on her sweaty body filled her mind.
"No-o-oo..." Vanessa whined, as she felt herself stand up on a crouch upon the toilet seat, her knees jutting forward as her rump pressed against the back, tail arched upward. She was now pissing away from the depths of the toilet. She was peeing on the floor, the seat, and even the walls if she angled her stream far enough. The dirty yellow stream rained upon the bathroom, giving light to such hidden kinks and desires.
As she peed, one paw drove two fingers into her dripping wet cunny, grazing harshly against her g-spot, which she memorized oh so well, especially when thinking of Max like she was now. Her other paw moved down to the spread cheeks of her ass, and she proceeded to jam her index finger into her quivering anus, gasping with joy as she explored one of her most favorite places to be touched.
Growling softly, she continued these motions against her sex and anus, her piss slowly losing magnitude and distance and settling back inside the toilet, the sounds of it dripping illuminating the tiny stall. Her leg lifted slightly as she approached orgasm, curling her toes out and in as beads of sweat and urine dripped from the appendage. Vanessa tilted her head back, panting heavily as the near final explosion would grace her with its presence.
Suddenly, Max propped open the door, looking to her silently, biting on his lower lip. "V-Vanessa?"
"Max! P-Please... G-g-get out... I'm so embarrassed..." She turned away from him, tears filling her eyes. She thought of how much of a whore he must think she is, or how she was a slave to her own lust. Even with him in the small area, she continued to stroke along her slit, jabbing in roughly to reach her climax.
Max's hand stopped her.
Vanessa turned back to him, feeling tortured and pained to relieve the burning sensation that rest within her loins. "Max... L-Let me... F-fin..." She trailed off, struggling with him to put the final touches on a rather messy and grandiose session with her paw.
Max shook his head, taking her paw away from her spot of desire. He held it to her chest, despite her protests, and came between her legs, wrapping her in a tight and surprisingly loving hug. His whole body was warm and comforting. Vanessa felt like a child being held by her father. Vanessa froze, her cunt twitching every now and then as her juices flowed down from the entry point.
'Shh... Darlin', please... Don't let this kinda thing happen right now... We're friends, and I don't ant nothin' to help ruin that... Now, I'm... flattered that yer in h-here cause o' me... And... I'll admit Darlin', I have some uh... Desires of my own... with you, but... I jus' don't want things ta get outta hand, ya hear me?" He whispered all of this into her ear, rocking her shuddering form back and forth for comfort. Vanessa nodded quickly, feeling the same way. Yet despite agreeing on that level, she was fighting the instinct to ravage this poor bunny in a woman's stall of a taco joint.
Max sighed and smiled at her, looking into her eyes with a soft refection of his affection broadcasting on the two pearly white buck teeth of his. He leaned down slowly to pull her soaked panties up for her, snuggly wrapping them around her hips. Max couldn't help but give a slight pet over Vanessa's rear, which he enjoyed most visibly. His ears twitched, along with the puffy tail behind him. "Wow..."
Vanessa didn't mind, in fact she rather enjoyed such a touch from her favorite bunny. Hell, she wanted it more than anything. To feel his want and need for her, like he had said just momentarily. He pulled back quickly as soon as Vanessa started to Murr, pleasure emitting from her lips in the sound of soft sighs.
"Oh jeez..." Max covered his maw, shaking a bit as he stood over in the corner, pulling on one of his ears nervously. Vanessa watched him, confusion filling her eyes.
"Max? What's wrong?" She asked, wiping what ruminants of her bodily fluids she could. She stood up and walked towards him, nervous to touch, but curious on what seemed to be bothering him.
This only created a shudder from him, and as Vanessa leaned towards him, she could see plainly why from the tent in his pants. Vanessa was quite awed by this. He seemed really pent up, as if he hadn't had much in quite a long time. She pulled him into a hug from behind, taking one of his floppy ears in her maw to gnaw with playfully. "Heh, I guess we both are a little too yiffy..."
"Yeah..." Max started to relax a bit, murring as she stroked over his tummy lightly. He felt relaxed against the dirty canine, and he leaned back against her, huffing with a sigh as their emotions and lusts started to slowly subside. It would be an understatement to say that such arousal took a very long time to cease. They also waited for her orgasmic and waste-oriented fluids to dry, though much to Vanessa's annoyance and embarrassment, the stench of her never left.
The sounds of passing femmes echoed as the surprising mark of the swing-open door vibrated the silence between them. Thankfully, some cheesy pop classics were present even in the bathrooms, and Max caught himself tapping his foot against the tiled floor, mush to Vanessa's amusement. She gave a playful giggle, nuzzling into him as he leaned against her, pressing her into the solid wall behind them. Max snickered too, giving a faint blush.
After a while, and quite a long awkward silence, the two deemed ready to venture out of their solitary bathroom stall. Vanessa smiled, turning him towards her. "Come on, let's head back to work."
The two were silent for the trip back, the trip up the tower, the trip to the washroom to clean their selves off, and the rest of the day working on their phones and computers. They were silent about their discovery of each other the next day, and the next, and the one after that. In fact, neither of them mentioned what happened in that restroom ever again to each other, anyone else, and seemingly, themselves.