Week 1: Little fox and a Vixen
There. I would've spent more time on it but I knew I would never get around to finishing. As always I wasn't too sure if I was within the boundaries (415 words isn't that bad is it?) I also hate leaving things without some sort of ending soo...yeah.
Happy readings.
His ears flicked back submissively as the older vixen sat on his lap, swinging her bush tail slowly, rolling and rubbing her hips against the boy. He opened his mouth to protest but could manage barely more than a squeak as his erection bulged his undies up, into the path of the vixens gyrating hips.
She grinned and moaned softly, biting her bottom lip as she looked lustily into the little fox's eyes, knowing exactly what to do to get a boy like him riled up. She let out another moan as their parts came into contact once more, very quickly soaking her panties with pre and his undies with hot, sticky, vixen juices.
He felt his eyes grow heavy as he let himself become one with the succubus like vixen upon him, reaching up to grasp at her large, softly furred and barely covered breasts. Knowing exactly what the boy was going for, the vixen subtly thrust her chest forward and let out a moan as he groped her inexpertly, prompting more and more moans from the barely covered vixen.
The fox boy felt a haze come over him, him knew he had to hold himself in check but, the vixen, was too sexy. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her close, burying his face between those beautiful, soft mountains. He need to take her, right then and there.
Then, just as he worked up his courage, he felt a hot blossom in his undies as he creamed his pants, filling them up with his hot, sticky, seed. He let out a deep moan, forgetting completely where he was and instead on just the vixen on his lap and the breasts in his hands.
The vixen grinned and kept grinding against him, clearly enjoying the orgasmic throes she brought upon him, milking his erection between thin layers of cloth, soaking them even more thoroughly with their delicious sex juices.
As the boy calmed down he looked up at the vixen, panting heavily. He opened his mouth one last time to talk but was interrupted almost instantly with a deep, but somehow impersonal, kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth for a brief moment before she pulled away and winked.
After that surprising kiss the vixen got off his lap and walked out of the room, swaying her round rump seductively. Leaving the poor boy sitting on a red leather couch with cum filled undies, wondering exactly what he should do next.