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There's nothing quite like watching a crowd of horny studs line up to fuck your girlfriend. Especially if there's a little fortune to be made on the side.

Now, before you get the wrong impression, all of this was actually her idea. (Well, okay, our idea.) See, she's got an absolutely ravenous appetite for sex, more than even I can fulfill (and I'm not exactly a model for restraint, here). Now, while this is undeniably part of what makes her so damned attractive and fun to be with in the first place, it does get a bit exhausting after a while, no matter how awesome the sex is. (And god-damn is it fuckin' A. Just sayin'.)

Anyway, we're both already in a committed open relationship - ie. fuck anyone you want, so long as you have someone loyal and loving to come home to (so to speak) - and so one day, we figured, why not make an arrangement that would satisfy the both of us (and lots of other guys, too, while we're at it)?

It didn't take long before we came up with a little plan. And so, here I am now, sitting on an old stool in the far corner of Brockway High's gym guys' restroom, with the row of stalls partially blocked by a long line of guys of pretty much all the shapes and sizes you'd expect to find in a high school's athletics department. There were wolves, of course (hard to avoid, what with them making up most of the anthro demographic), and also other canines, a few big cats, a couple of stallions and even a bull at the back of the crowd. I wonder who would win if he and the horses started jousting. Judging by the near-alarming bulges in their pants, there wouldn't be many survivors.

And if they're all tight and grinning in anticipation, that's because not only do they know exactly what they're here for (several of them are long-time repeat customers by now), but my dear sexy Bri makes sure not to let them forget during the necessary wait before their turn comes (ha). The walls are constantly resonating with her heavy moans and gasps (never pained, always of bliss), which are frequently joined by the lusty vocalizations of whatever guy she's servicing at the time through that now- famous gloryhole in the wall separating the last two stalls. Contrary to the boner-killing fake moaning that's inherent to most porn flicks these days, though, these aren't forced, but are the genuine expression of my foxy lover's visceral pleasure as she gets fucked into a carnal crescendo.

As for me, besides playing bouncer to the mass of horny maleness waiting to have a go at my girl (a task that my toned lupine build made me suitably fit for), I have front-row seats to the whole thing. The client stall is kept open at all times, and though the other waiting dudes are kept back far enough so they don't see inside it, I have a delicious eyeful of one muscled hunk after another driving his thick, pulsating member through the comfortably large hole into whichever warm and wet orifice greets him on the other side, his tail twitching, rump muscles flexing, fingers gripping either the handrail or the top of the divider as he's brought closer and closer to climax. (Why, yes, I'm bisexual. However did you guess?)

Bri's door is kept locked shut, though. Slutty though she is, we both feel it best if the servicing is kept as impersonal as possible, given the numbers she usually has to satisfy every time we do this. Not that things have ever gotten out of hand; so far, I've only had to kick two troublemakers out in the three months since we started doing this regularly. You fuck my girlfriend, but you don't fuck with her without dealing with me.

Finally, after what must've been at least ten minutes straight of gradually increasing banging and moaning, the sounds finally stop with a wave of soft panting from both stalls. After a few moments to collect himself, the rather bouncy fox in the cubicle in front of me pulls back from the wall, his slick member still at half-mast as it slides out of the round hole before disappearing in his pants, which he casually pulls up and fastens on his way out. He gives me and everyone else a cocky grin as he leaves, his crotch still looking uncomfortably tight as he squeezes along the wall past the throb of males on his way out.

Without a word, the wolf at the head of the line steps forth and hands me the two twenty-dollar bills he's been clutching for the last half-hour or so since he first arrived. I fold the bills into the thick and rather heavy wad of cash I keep at my side and glance up at him.

'Ass,' he says with a toothy grin.

I nod and he enters the client stall; he's barely stopped walking when his pants are already hitting the floor, his maleness all engorged and ready, as I suspect it has been for some time now. On cue, I hear a faint rustling from the service stall as my unseen girlfriend gets off her knees and positions herself to give the wolf jock what he paid for.

The rules, though mostly unspoken, are clear: Everyone gets one turn, and they can choose either oral or anal. Vaginal is forbidden to anyone but me. (Hey, I've got to keep some perks for being her boyfriend, right?) Then again, damned will be the day when anyone complains; Bri's well-known throughout the municipality for having one of the most fuckable asses in the school, especially since she's so eager to have it stuffed full of any dick she can get. She hasn't said much about what she used to do before we hooked up, but everything I've heard has led me to conclude that there probably isn't a male alive in the region (and who isn't queer) that hasn't sampled her talents at some point. Not that the thought troubles me, of course; quite the contrary, it's one of those things we love to talk about whenever I'm pounding her in bed. I can't be the only one for whom sluttiness is an aphrodisiac.

'That's it, bitch, take my cock,' I hear the wolf growl under his breath as he guides his member into the opening and into the other, fleshy one awaiting him. I don't mind dirty talk, so long as they don't go overboard, which has yet to happen.

With an exultant groan, the jock makes it clear when Bri has been penetrated once more, and before another moment has passed, he's gripped the waist-level handrail and started humping. It's almost a weird sight, watching male after male seemingly fuck a wall. Thankfully, Bri always gives more than enough feedback to make it clear that this is very much an illusion. Unless walls are somehow able to give a great shivering moan of pleasure these days as great big muscled guys plow their meaty cocks into them.

I wish I could see Bri like this, having her russet-furred ass spread wide open and violated so roughly and repeatedly by a seemingly endless procession of cocks, her cute little muzzle opened as a stream of soft, heated moans and blissful whimpers come out. Sadly, the wall meant to shield her from the jocks fucking her forces me to use my imagination to see her this way, though I'm definitely excited at the idea of getting some one-on-one time with her, myself, before too long. It's been a long night already, and if my pants get any tighter, I might as well start looking for a seamstress or whatever before too long.

I'm also a bit amused at how the guys are almost perfectly predictable in how they fuck depending on their species. The wolves are all about rough strength, but seem to lack somewhat in stamina, or else they just cum quicker than the rest, their fluffy tails going rigid in their last moments of rutting. The big cats fuck even quicker, but somehow last longer, probably as a token of their legendary endurance. I like watching their whiskers twitch and their claws flex uncontrollably as they fill my beloved vixen with their spunk. The horses and other equines are the most fun to watch, though. You'd think they, with their feral versions being renowned for speed, would be the fiercest rutters of the lot, but they actually seem to like taking their time, taking care to slide their enormous lengths in and out from tip to base (or wherever they can fit it up to inside my girlfriend's rear) in a slower, more sensual display, almost as if they were making love to my babe. There's something particularly alluring about watching those powerful hips flex back and forth, thick cock sliding in and out, sometimes plowing forth more than a foot-and-a-half at a time before retreating, their silky tails held high in the air and inadvertently giving me a very nice look at their hard, chiseled round butts.

Hey, I'm an ass-man. What can I say?

I'm brought out of my little reverie as the lupine's tempo begins to increase noticeably, his growls growing sharper with each thrust, almost loud enough to cover the sounds of the whorish foxgirl working so hard to bring yet another male to orgasm. The rest of the audience is already grinning from more than their own impatience to drive their fucksticks into my girlfriend, and indeed, just as the wolf's grunts reach their apex, he finally slams home in the unseen rump and, at the same time, rears his head and unleashes an ear-splitting howl. That's the only problem with letting wolves in on our little affair, though thankfully, a secluded school at dark is about as ideal a place for these things as possible. The only one who might hear him is the janitor, but seeing as it's in fact thanks to ol' Louie that we're able to access the gym restroom after hours in the first place, that's hardly a concern. Especially since the old goat is the one who insists on fucking Bri first and for free every time we schedule these little events as a bribe for his help and discretion. My girlfriend is always all too pleased to give him our thanks, sometimes even breaking her own rule and giving him both oral and anal as a token of our appreciation, letting him use her warm, tight ass before letting him empty himself in her muzzle. A well-serviced keeper of the peace is a good ally, I say.

Soon, the wolf recovers enough to reach down and pull his pants back up, giving me another toothy grin as he does so. I smile back, feeling genuinely proud that my girlfriend is so good at leaving guys so satisfied.

'Good job, little bitch,' he breathes at the wall before exiting the stall and following in the trail of the nearly two-dozen others who came and left before him.

The line shuffles forwards once again and a cheetah steps up, surprisingly the first of the evening.

'Oral,' he says eagerly.

I hand out my open paw with a pointed stare. He goes blank for a second before realizing his oversight. A moment later, a twenty and four fives are added to the bundle and the feline is then in the stall, though unlike most of those before him, he prefers to just unzip his fly rather than drop his pants. Maybe it's my presence. Oh well.

It's not long before his cock is being fed into my partner's awaiting muzzle through the wall. I imagine her licking more carefully than usual, trying to avoid catching her tongue on the big cat's spines, though she's obviously still performing as advertised, judging by the rapture that soon flashes across the feline's spotted face.

'Hey.'

I look around. A rather scrawny-looking dachshund is now at the front of the line, his dark eyes roving around my plain grey shirt and blue jeans as if I looked particularly interesting. His slighter build makes it clear he's not part of the athletics department, unless they've made chess or marbles into actual sports nowadays.

'Hm?'

The dog stares at me, then glances over at the two occupied stalls (the cheetah dude has begun thrusting and is slowly picking up speed), and then back at me again.

'Do you ... I mean, I'm just asking ... are you bothered at all by your girlfriend being fucked like this? By all of us?' he stammers, sounding a bit nervous.

There's a little buzz of disapproval from the dozen-or-so guys in line behind him. 'Hey, shut up, don't ruin it for us,' someone grunts.

I wave my hand in their direction to quiet them down until only their muttering can be heard over the increasingly harsh breathing coming from both stalls.

'Nope,' I reply simply. 'And neither does she. This is just fun. Mindless, physical fun. Think of it like getting a good massage. If you want it to mean more than that, then you gotta know her and love her first, and there ain't no-one to do that but me.'

The dark-and-brown-furred canine returns his gaze to the busy stalls. I glance down at his paw to make sure he'd brought his payment.

'How will I know when next time is?' he questions, looking back at me.

I return my gaze back at the fully clothed cheetah with his crotch pressed hard against the wall, a reflexive smile on his stubby muzzle.

'Same way as usual. Leave your cell number or email or whatever with me, and next time we schedule an event, we'll let you know.'

I glance at him. He looks uncertain for a moment, presumably at the prospect of leaving his contact info with a total stranger, but he apparently decides he can trust me as he gives a little shrug and recites a series of numbers that I write down on a little pad I keep stowed beneath my stool, next to the wad of bills. Only repeat customers are given the privilege of advance notification; for anyone else who wants to join in, they just need to rely on word-of-mouth to pick up when the next event is scheduled. You'd think this would wean down the numbers of those who show up, but the amusement-park-length lines that so often form outside of the gym doors on the nights when Bri and I set these little soirées up serve only to prove how word travels fast when it's about an opportunity to get off, even if it's at a cost of nearly half a hundred bucks each time.

And to think we were asking for twenty when we first started. Now I'm starting to think we could tell them to cough up sixty and they wouldn't so much as grumble, so focused are they on the prospect of having my talented girl's ass or muzzle caress their nethers.

Before long, the cheetah finally signals his climax with another set of scratches being added to the wall and tile floor, and only a moment later, he's zipped back up and briskly departs, though not before I catch his distinctly contented expression. Another repeat customer for sure. Too bad he didn't leave his contact info with me. Maybe he prefers to rely on rumors ... which, given the number of times I've passed by the school and found, to my great amusement, a small crowd waiting by the gym's locked doors on evenings that didn't even have any events scheduled, may not be the best way for him to garner accurate information. Oh well.

'Anal,' comes the dachshund's low voice, pulling me out of my thoughts.

He hands me his cash and then nervously steps into the stall, glancing at the floor to see if there's any spillage (which there mostly isn't; my Bri is loath to let any good fluids go to waste) and then glancing back at me, obviously put off somewhat by my gaze. I just nod at him and nonverbally tell him to get a move on. It was already nine when all this began, and that was certainly over two hours ago by now.

Sadly, he also elects to keep his pants on and quietly undoes his front before gingerly taking his surprisingly big cock out and giving it a slow little stroke.

'You ready for more cock, babe?' I call out, giving the jumpy dog a grin.

'Yeah ...' Bri replies, her voice muffled by both the stall walls and the tiredness evident in her tone. She's definitely still willing, though, so on we go.

'Well, you heard her. Get fucking her ass, dude,' I say with a teasing grin.

The dachshund gives me an embarrassed look, as though he were having second thoughts, but then I hear (as does he) Bri brushing up against the stall wall in encouragement, quietly begging him for his cock. This seems to encourage him, as he finally orients his meat into the now-slippery hole and slowly presses forwards until a sudden little gasp and meep makes it clear his tip has made contact with my vixen's slippery and well-practiced anus.

After a few moments of slow and careful thrusts to make sure he's aligned properly, he then starts bucking with vigor, and I'm then forced to retract my earlier doubts about whether or not he was actually a sports guy. He may have a frame like he's made of matchsticks, but the stud I'm looking at is now rutting with the sort of stamina and aplomb that would make that bull at the back of the line proud. He grips the top of the divider wall so tight I'm almost surprised the metal isn't crumpling beneath his fingers, and meanwhile, he's jackhammering his tool into that hole in what must easily be the hardest workout my girl's gotten all evening. Indeed, her impassioned moans and whimpers are now filling the tiled room more than ever, making every male there grin at each other in lustful anticipation. None of them even make the slightest effort to hide their ever-growing crotches from sight anymore. They want a piece of that, and they want it bad.

And yet, the dachshund's crazy rhythm only increases with time, until soon, the very stall walls start shaking as if someone were doing their best to rip them loose from their foundations on the restroom walls and floor. To his credit, though, the dog is completely silent save for his energetic panting, leaving the stage clear for my partner's slutty sounds to dominate the room. His face is a mixture of both rapt pleasure and intense focus as he hammers away at the stall wall with no concern whatsoever for restraint, doing his utmost best to force that cock of his as hard, fast and deep as he can into my eager girlfriend.

However, to our collective disappointment, the great show soon comes to an end as the dog finishes up quicker than anyone else before him. With a few great final heaves, he stays planted there, pressed up so hard against the wall you'd think he were trying to melt through it à la osmosis. Then, he slowly retreats with a funny slurping sound as his member is pulled out of that tight, sloppy orifice it had just been abusing. He takes a minute or two to collect himself, resting up against the wall and breathing deeply, his cock just hanging there, slowly shrinking until it starts to drip a little on the floor.

He gives me a quick glance, as if to check whether I'm still staring (which I don't make any attempt to hide), and then he regains his senses and leans over to pull his pants back up, wincing a little as he stores his sensitive member down his front. He finally shuffles out, looking rather dazed, ignoring the smirks and the cheers aimed his way as he leaves.

'That was something,' I mutter with a little smile. 'Hey, babe, you still doin' all right in there?'

She takes a moment to answer; her breathing's still somewhat heavy. 'I-I'm good,' her reply finally comes, low and shaky.

From the looks of things, I'd say she can still take another round or two - she certainly doesn't sound like she wants to stop - but at this point, it's clear that she's nearing her limit, impressive as it is. There's still another - I count quickly - eight studs remaining in line, each looking more eager than the next. It's a far cry from the throng that showed up at the start of the evening, but I decide right here that some of them are gonna have to go home disappointed.

'All right, two more and that's it,' I announce. 'The other six - you and the others -' I point at a Rottie in the third spot in line and indicate the five more behind him '- you're gonna have to go, guys, sorry. Enough for today.'

They aren't happy, but at least they don't do more than bitch about it with varying levels of swearing and allegations against the truthfulness of my promises as they turn around and sulkily depart, the door swinging shut behind them with a dull thud.

By now, the only two left in line are another wolf, shorter but stockier than the last one, and a particularly charming-looking stallion with a long mane that swings freely across his neck and shoulders with every move he makes. A great finish my Bri's long day of service, I figure with a smirk.

The wolf hands me his money, a single fifty for which I pull a ten out of the stack and hand it over. He slips it inattentively into his pocket and mutters 'oral' as he makes his way into the stall, stepping uncaringly in the dachshund's little mess as he nearly sends his pants button flying off in his haste to drop them. True to his deceptively small stature and stout build, his cock is one of the shorter ones I've seen this evening, yet it's got the girth to match a runty horse's. The gloryhole is still more than big enough, though, and he crams his length in without so much as a second thought, giving all he can for my faithful girl to suck on once she's repositioned herself in her stall.

The canine doesn't put on much of a show, though, and barely five minutes later, he's giving a few sharper groans before he stays till for a moment, and then pulls back out with his still-engorged member glistening in the harsh fluorescent light. Rather than put it away immediately, though, he actually looks around at me and shoots off a grin, his thick dick pulsating slightly in plain sight atop his large fuzzy sac. I can't help but grin back at him as he slowly bends over to grab his pants, twisting around and unmistakably showing off his admittedly fine ass.

'You keep doing that and I might just fuck you myself,' I say with a pleased smirk of my own as he finally secures his pants on and leaves.

'Who knows, I might just let ya,' the cocky bastard said over his shoulder with a clearly teasing glance my way before he disappeared through the door. God, I love promiscuous bisexuals.

'Anal, please,' the remaining horse requests confidently, handing over his four tens. I grin at him, half out of anticipation of watching his huge ram penetrate my girlfriend, and half out of relief. As awesome (and lucrative) as this is, it does get tiring after a few hours of watching guys fuck a gloryhole.

The equine also grants me the courtesy of dropping his pants, allowing me a nice look at his finely muscled rump as he gives his quickly-enlarging member a few cursory strokes to get it ready. I wonder how younger horses must deal with having random boners in class. Before long, though, the broad end of his massive tool is introduced into the gloryhole, and a quick jerk of his hips and a muffled moan from both sides of the wall tell me when he's made it in.

As with previous equines, he also starts off real slow, taking his sweet time and really making Bri feel every single inch of that massive shaft being pumped in and out of her rear. What a pleasant end, I think as I watch his tight, well-shaped ass flex along with his hips as that impressive shaft of his goes in and out, in and out, never missing a beat and only slowly speeding up, pulling far back enough that I think he must nearly be leaving my girlfriend's ass each time before moving back in as far as he can, Bri's little moans and grunts telling me when he bottoms out inside her, stretching that love-tunnel of hers wider than usual and obviously throwing her into ever higher levels of enjoyment for it.

Shit, my crotch is starting to ache something wicked.

But just as I'm starting to worry about my own discomfort, the horse pulls a fast one - literally: Gripping the handrail, he breaks with tradition and starts increasing his rhythm so quickly that my poor Bri probably doesn't even have the time to adjust before he's suddenly slamming that huge piece of meat home into her again and again and again, hard enough to once again make the cubicle walls shake and creak in protest. Bri's own sounds pick up as well, her high, breathless little squeals echoing around the now-almost empty lavatory, growing steadily sharper as the equine seemingly does his best to breed her like a bitch.

It's rather amazing to watch, that two-foot-long staff appear and disappear with such fast regularity between the bare-furred equine crotch and the graffitied stall wall. I once again find myself torn between watching that sexy hunk in the midst of rutting fervor and imagining my Bri right behind that wall, her rump-cheeks coated in layers of cum, her tight little pink ring stretched almost impossibly wide to accommodate that wild battering-ram of horse-meat hammering inside her, shaking her little frame almost like a ragdoll if she weren't assuredly pushing back hard against the opposite stall wall to keep her ass in place for the pounding. My girl's a pro.

As with so many others before him, though, the horse soon arrives at his end. With a few more moments of particularly frenzied fucking that briefly make me truly concerned about the fixtures holding the stalls to the walls, he slams forth one more time and then stays there, his lean body twitching all over, his sexy tail raised high above his gorgeous butt as he empties his large balls deep inside my girlfriend. I even hear the unmistakable sounds of drippings, and indeed, there's a small cascade of white fluid splattering on the floor on the other side of the dividing wall where my vixen just can't hold it in anymore. She must have close to a gallon of cum swishing around inside her by now. She's certainly not gonna be feeling hungry for a while.

The equine finally pulls back, needing to take a step back to let his massive length slide out of the hole and flop down between his legs, spent and satisfied like the rest of him, coated with fluid and his tip dripping rather copiously onto the floor. He leans over to avoid any of it landing inside his pants as he pulls them up; then, with a quick wipe, he stuffs that huge snake back inside his pants, creating a noticeably long bulge down his inner leg as he tightens his belt.

'Have fun?' I say with a small smile.

All the big guy manages to do is grin at me, standing there with that bulge in his pants and cream on the floor, which probably tells me more than words could have, anyway.

'Keep me posted, a'right?' he says with a slightly dreamy air as he leaves.

I nod. 'You know the drill, Clyde.' He'd given me his number weeks ago and hasn't missed an event since.

The door swings shut again, and with that final thud, silence regains the area, broken only by the quiet panting from Bri's stall and the low steady hum of the lights.

I stay seated there for another moment, then give a deep, relieved sigh and slide off my little stool. Thank God it's padded, or my ass would be hurting more than my rigid cock right about now. I spare the little puddle on the floor a glance as I approach the second stall and give a few gentle knocks on the door. A moment and some rustling later, the lock clicks and the door slowly swings open inwards.

Bri looks up at me, her pretty green eyes bright despite her obvious fatigue, a small but very contented smile on her wet muzzle.

'Hey there, big boy,' she says coyly.

I take in her appearance with a keen smile of my own. Rivulets of cum trail down her chin and her inner legs as she slowly stands upright for the first time in two hours, gripping the handrail for support as her knees wobble slightly from having been bent on the floor for so long. She looks like a mess, with the front of her tight cherry-pink tube top splattered with drying cum and spit, its lower end stretched over her belly, which looks a little bit distended from all the juice pumped up inside her. Her matching skirt is hiked up over her hips and tail, leaving her undercarriage completely exposed. There are no panties around her ankles, which is normal, given that she never wears any.

I grin widely as I step up to her and wrap my arms around my baby, giving her a tight hug, which she returns happily.

'How's my little whore doing?' I simper in her foxy ear, giving it a teasing lick and making it flicker.

'Hmm ... doing good. And probably better once you tell me what the winnings are.'

I grin even wider at the thought and kiss her neck, giving her undoubtedly tired back a slow rubbing.

'Nine hundred and sixty.'

She moans out as if that fat stack of cash under my stool had suddenly licked her across her pussy.

'Bit less than last time,' she notes. 'We should charge more,' she adds with a little chuckle.

'My thought exactly.'

I give her a squeeze in my arms, then finally pull back and look her in the eyes, her pretty dark hair falling between her ears and framing her angelic face in a pair of silky curtains. Damn, I still can't believe how I landed her, a creature like her going out with a big dumb wolf like me.

'Ready for one more round?' I say quietly, laying my hand on her slightly swollen tummy and rubbing it with a cheesy grin.

'I want your cock in me,' she moans, almost begging, and her eyes suddenly have that little fire in them that I love whenever she gets eager.

As if on cue, I feel her hands at my crotch; her skilled fingers make short work of my pants, which slide down my legs in record time. My aching cock finally springs free and I can hardly restrain a little meep at the sudden relief. Immediately, I feel her digits wrap around my twitching maleness and I press up against her more, my broader muzzle meeting her slender one and our mouths greeting each other in a passionate kiss. She starts stroking and squeezing my cock alternatingly, and meanwhile, I can smell and taste the cum and musk of two dozen other males in her mouth, which only makes my head swim with desire all the more. God, how I love sharing my baby with anyone else who wants to fuck her. I really don't get how other boyfriends get so hung up over it. It's so fucking hot. Maybe it's just the bisexual horndog in me, but smelling and tasting the essences of other sexy hunks on (and in) my girlfriend just makes my cock ache with need.

Thankfully, Bri is doing all she can to caress any pain out of my sensitive member, and she's doing her usual good job, so that I'm starting to shake a little as I continue pressing my lips to hers and invading her mouth with my tongue, joining hers in a little tug-o-war between our linked muzzles. She's almost too good, however, and soon I have to pull back and put a paw on her wrist to stop her.

'You want it in your pussy, right?' I remind her, too engulfed in hot-headed lust to even play coy.

As if to confirm what I mean, I bring a hand down to between her legs and start rubbing there, feeling her cleft, all hot and moist and obviously needy. I know she hasn't cum in all this time, holding herself back for me. I give her nethers a light little rubbing, just to tease her, and I can't help but grin this time as she suddenly starts moaning again, reflexively calling for me to bring more to her cunny than just my fingers (not that she's ever complained any of the times I had my digits curling in and out of her, though).

'Come on,' is all she can whimper out in her overwhelming desire.

I give her a smile and then reseal my lips to hers, and all without breaking the kiss, I carefully reposition myself, grabbing my cock and aligning it until ...

I feel my tip rub up against her velvety warm slit, and without so much as an additional warning, I give a quick and powerful shove upwards. In an instant, my thick wolf- cock is buried fully inside her tight, wet, wonderfully hot tunnel, and she gives a sudden cry that rings around the restroom for several moments after her voice goes out from the impalement.

Of course, this is just the way she likes it, and indeed, a moment later she's gazing at me again with those lustful emerald eyes half-shut in a daze. Her grip around me doesn't weaken, however, and the next moment, we're kissing again and embracing each other as tight as we can as I start bucking into her unused pussy with power and rhythm to give any wild beast a run for its money. She's flat against the wall, her ample-sized rack bouncing up and down almost hypnotically beneath her tight top, and then I decide I can't deal with that sort of teasing and I rip her top off, pulling the cloth from around her and dropping it carelessly onto the floor. She doesn't seem to care; in my opinion, she probably hasn't even noticed, and with the treatment I'm giving her inflamed pussy, I doubt she's going to for a while. She's moaning unabashedly, and to be honest, I'm not exactly quiet, either, though I try to keep it down a little so I can let her own fiery calls fill my ears and drive me on all the more.

'Oh - Oh G-God - more - please - more, Dale!'

I don't bother replying in any way other than gripping her furry little body even harder and slamming my hips up into her as hard as I possibly can. My cock bashes against her cervix with each push and nearly exits her pussy with each pull, a deliberate move to increase the sensations to their fullest as every inch of my cock slides through every inch of her wonderful cunt. Her legs are in the way, though, preventing me from widening my stance sufficiently to allow me to push into her any harder, but no sooner does the thought cross my mind than do her arms suddenly grip me around the neck all the tighter, and then her legs rise up and wrap around my waist, locking securely behind my back and actually pulling me ever-harder and faster into her. I push her a little higher and harder against the trembling stall wall, which I know she doesn't mind, especially in her current condition of being fucked beyond reason or imagination. Her thick, fluffy tail is going absolutely crazy, wrapping around my legs, torso and own tail almost at random, as if she were subconsciously trying to hold onto one solid part of her surroundings as I drive her body and mind into a carnival ride of ecstasy.

She's barely trying to keep up with the kiss at this point, so I decide to break it off and instead start licking and nibbling down her neck and shoulders, giving the occasional sharper nip just to get a cute little reaction out of her. She loves that, which I love in turn. Meanwhile, my hands are now wrapped around her ass, clutching and kneading those lovely soft buns in my palms and fingers as I force to keep her up against the wall with her legs wrapped around me.

A curious digit of mine starts rubbing its way deeper along her crack, where I find a delicious area of hot wetness where countless cocks have just recently been pounding into her. Without a word, I take two fingers and push them past her loosened pucker and deep into her warm anal depths, feeling a new rush of seed flow out of her and drip down my paw and splatter onto the floor in a growing mess. I enjoy this and I make a point to curl and flex my fingers around insider her, rubbing against her walls, knowing how my dull claws usually send her into hitherto uncharted levels of pleasure. Indeed, her ass starts clenching around me uncontrollably and she's now moaning harder than ever as I finger-fuck her butt in addition to regularly fucking her pussy.

I have no idea how long it's been, though, and soon it becomes clear that even our legendary libidos can't support this frenetic pace for much longer. My legs are tiring out quickly now, my back is spasming, and most of all, my cock is twitching hard inside her, and the rapidly building pressure in my groin makes it clear that climax is fast approaching. For her part, her pussy is clamping down on my shaft harder than ever, which not only serves to drive me closer to the edge, but also indicates that she's nearing her end as well.

I decide to send us both off in style. I pull back from her neck and, all at once, I hammer into her pussy with the remainder of my strength, mercilessly force another couple of fingers into her ass as deep as I can push them, and bite down on her tit hard, just how she likes it.

The reaction is immediate: Like the wolves of earlier, she rears her head back and lets loose an almost terrifyingly loud howl as she's suddenly gripped by a tremendous orgasm two hours (and ten incredibly rough minutes) in the making. At once, her pussy clamps down on my cock with a vice-like grip, and her ass does the same, my fingers playing with her anal ring as it convulses; I keep biting down on her soft lovely breast, not hard enough to hurt but more than enough to really make her feel it, my tongue lapping insistently at her nipple, doing my best to drive her climax on and on. However, before she's done, my own climax finally rushes over me; I let go of her tit and rejoin her howl with one of my own as my cock suddenly erupts into a geyser of cum inside her, forced as deep into her as I can to flood every inch of her innermost sanctum, until more than a few drops of my wolf spunk start dripping out from around my shaft and running down both our legs.

I have to admit, we both kinda zone out for a minute after that. I know I'm still standing and she's still gripping me as tight as she can, my cock buried deep inside her, but at some point, conscious thought comes back to me and I look up at her. She's definitely more out of it than I am, her eyes unfocused, her tongue hanging out limply and drooling lightly. I can't help but lean in and give it a kiss.

She slowly comes to and gazes at me with that same fire in her eyes.

'I love you,' she whispers.

'I love you, too.'

We kiss again for a moment or two, her still propped up against the wall, but by now, my legs are really starting to cramp up. Without letting go of her ass, I pull back, still holding her up in my arms, and with a slow pivot and some careful orientation, I find myself sitting on the toilet seat with my babe in my lap, my length still planted in her depths and with my knot making sure it's not getting out anytime soon. No problem; we've got time, and plenty of it.

I lean back as comfortably as I can against the cold metal plumbing of our makeshift seat, and she leans into me, resting against my chest, her arms still wrapped around my neck and her pretty head lying down on my shoulder, her long hair draping over me. Her body expands and shrinks rhythmically against mine with her steady breathing, her plump breasts acting like cushions between our bodies as we both slowly recuperate.

There's a dull sound from somewhere in the restroom, and before I can do more than look up, someone walks into plain view in front of us, the wide-open stall door offering absolutely no cover for our naked bodies. The apprehensive expression on the buff stag before us suddenly turns to pure surprise at the sight, wolf and vixen, naked in a messy stall with my dick deep inside her. He just stands there, staring silently at us, his eyes lingering at length on Bri's exposed rump with her skirt still hiked up.

I clear my throat, more out of show than necessity. 'May I help you?' I croak out from around my girlfriend's shoulder, my voice still hoarse.

His jaw drops, but no sounds come out for a moment. He closes it again and starts looking nervous again.

'Isn't this the ...?' he starts uncertainly.

'You're late. You shoulda been here an hour ago or two like everyone else. You're gonna have to come back next time.'

I grunt a little as I reposition my back against the plumbing. I can see that Bri is still awake, the green of her eyes visible beneath her slitted eyelids, but out of either tiredness or laziness, she doesn't acknowledge the guy yet.

The stag definitely looks crestfallen now. 'Oh. I didn't know what time to come.'

I raise my eyebrows. 'In that case, just write your phone number or email on that pad under the stool in the corner, and I'll let you know at what hour to show up next time.'

The buck looks around at the stool and notepad I can't see from my position. 'You sure?' he asks, probably more out of general awkwardness than actual incomprehension.

I give a little nod and smirk, but Bri's the one who becomes the deciding factor when she then raises her tail high in the air, exposing herself fully to the guy, whose eyes go comically round as they stare at my girlfriend's ass. I could swear I see his crotch start growing measurably, too. I can't help but grin wider at the sight.

'This is what's waiting for you, stud,' Bri says to the guy she can't see with a little wag of her tail, turning her head slightly to avoid muffling her voice into my shoulder. 'It's all yours next time.'

I grin at her, and then at him, and wink. He's grinning rather foolishly now, and an instant later, I hear him fiddling around with the notepad and pen and scribbling something down. Then, he crosses the stall with an excited little wave our way and finally exits, the door swinging shut audibly behind him and returning us to our restful silence.

I reach around my girlfriend and clutch her ass again. I love how I get to molest those bubbly cheeks any time I want.

'You're such a slut, babe,' I mutter affectionately.

She sighs with a grin of her own. 'You know you love it.'

'Fuck yeah, I do.'

It could almost be a tender moment, but by now, the metal at my back is really starting to dig in something ferocious. I regrettably sit back upright with a little groan and Bri finally releases me, scratching her sides casually and looking around.

'Ol' Louie's gonna have our pelts if we don't clean up every last drop,' she reminds me.

I nod. 'Let's get to it, then.'

Five minutes later, the floor and walls are once again spotless. Or, well, as close to spotless as a regularly vandalized high school restroom can be, anyway. Bri and I are standing back, scrutinizing our handiwork, our clothes back on properly and with the wad of cash and notebook stashed in my pockets.

'How does Saturday sound?' she asks in an almost businesslike tone.

I shrug, computing her proposed date mentally. 'That gives us three days off. No rest for the weary, eh?'

She grins at me in that cocky way only she knows how. 'Not when you've got a birthday Porsche to buy me, darlin'.'

... Dammit.