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Southern Comfort

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

The late afternoon sun was beginning to cast long shadows off the Janston Community Jr./Sr. High School, steadily filling the space between the entrance and the nearly empty parking lot on the other side of the drive running between the two. The windows looking out towards the lot bore mute witness as a late model pickup truck pulled in at the nearest available spot across from the entrance. Silence quickly fell as the engine ran out its last spark with the twist of the key, only to be briefly broken once again as its sole occupant exited it with a noisy slam of the door.

Fur like golden honey was the first to catch one's eye, covering the curvaceous female figure wherever the wandering eye might go, only stopped by what little she wore to retain what few secrets she most treasured. The checkered shirt knotted between her ample bosom struggled to hold the pair within, such a delectable set of feminine wonders to put the lie to the notion that a handful was good enough. Her limited ensemble was finished off by a faded pair of ragged jeans cut so short they barely cupped the twin globes of her rear, and pulled up short enough in front to rival a bikini in skimpiness. Only after one had managed to drink all of that in did they gaze far enough up to follow the curve of her ears and cute muzzle to determine her rodent heritage.

With a casual tucking of her keys into the sole pocket of her jeans the mouse padded across the driveway separating the parking lot from the entrance, hips and tail moving about in a saucy little dance while glanced around trying and failing to see if anyone else was about. Bare feet seemed unbothered by the lingering heat as well as the scattered gravel and other bits of debris that always litters the ground where people gather. The only thing that left her briefly uncomfortable was the squeaking of metal on metal as she pulled open the only door left unlocked after school hours, the noise grating upon her sensitive ears.

As she crossed the threshold into the expansive entranceway she could see the trophy case that took up part of the wall to her right, while the left opened up on the shuttered entrance to the concession area for feeding the needs of those attending whatever events the school might be hosting. The clank of the door as it shut behind her echoed in her ears as she strolled forward into the cooler interior, the small school a model of economy as a second set of doors across the wall in front of her led into the gym that did double duty as the auditorium for school plays, with wide hallways heading to the left and right to classrooms and the other sundry areas every school has need of.

Brown eyes found their adaptability tested as they often did as she passed through the second set of blocked open doors, the lighting off in the shorter section that passed under the deck that made up the second story up above, where the secondary set of bleachers were kept as well as the exercise equipment that tortured many a teen over the years. Each wall was occupied with a stairway heading up to the second story, while a passageway opened up onto the locker rooms for visiting rival teams to make use of during sporting events as well as restrooms for the attending fans. Shading her eyes briefly as she crossed the dark threshold back into the light of the well lit gymnasium she gazed upon the tarp-covered floor and the array of partially set up chairs facing towards the stage far to the left, a lone figure carefully setting another chair into place.

He was roughly her height when standing one could readily note as he stretched, arching his spine to work out the kinks from carrying and setting up chair after folding chair. Height was just about the only thing they held in common, for where she wore little at all he was dressed smartly in dress pants and matching button up shirt and where she was blessed with her golden fur he was smooth and pale of skin as many humans were and gifted with a head of glossy black hair. Even their eyes were like night and day, her brown in contrast with his liquid blue eyes.

"Well now what do you'all think you're doing?" she brazenly demanded in a slow southern drawl, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Everything by myself, as usual, what's it look like?" he replied without even breaking stride as he returned to the pile of chairs left to set out and pulled another free.

"Maybe you ought not keep doing it then so's they'd stop doing that," she pointed out as she closed the distance between them to a comfortable conversational range.

"Then I'd just be blamed for why everything's not ready for the show tomorrow and everyone would give me hell for it is why," was his defeated reply, only to have his thoughts change track when he noticed her bare feet. "Daisy! You know you aren't supposed to be barefoot at school, not without clawcaps at least so you don't scar the floor."

Daisy gave a hearty laugh as she took a seat, left leg crossed over right so she could waggle her foot towards him. "Honey if you want me wearing those things you're going to have to put them on me yourself because this gal doesn't put up with those things once school's out."

"Fine, I do everything else around here what's one more thing," he said with a sigh, setting up the chair he'd had before making his way where the clawcap dispenser was at, all under the amused mouse's watchful eye. She couldn't resist reaching back while extending her legs outward as if innocently stretching once he was returning, fingers laced together as she presented an exquisite view of her heaving bosom that nearly stopped him in his tracks before she settled back down looking as if she were completely unaware of the rise she'd gotten out of him.

"Uhm, so, why did you come back to school for?" he stammered out as he caught her left foot as she playfully rubbed at his chest with the furred top.

"Well I _thought_I'd get some last minute practice in, but looks as if that's a bust. Guess I'll help you'all if you want it Davey," she drawled.

"I'd really appreciate that Daisy; I could definitely use the help," he replied, a defeated sigh slipping from his lips. "You really need to be wearing shoes at least in the parking lot Daisy," he distractedly added after regarding some of the stuff in the debris he considerately brushed from the bottom of her foot. "I think you walked through some glass outside, you could've hurt yourself."

"You do like to worry don't you hun?" she asked, not unkindly, and then proffered her other foot to him as he slipped the last of the unstylish rubber caps onto her pinky toe. "If'n I promise to wear shoes around school from now on will that set your mind at ease?" she drawled, her accent getting particularly strong.

"I just don't like to see anyone get hurt is all," he said, flustered by the sudden view of the underside of her barely restrained bosom. Much as he'd tried to resist the temptation to gaze upon such forbidden treasures the seemingly errant lift of her foot had tipped his chin up and placing his gaze squarely on those hefty orbs. A blush promptly colored his cheeks red at his eyes met hers, noting the amusement dancing within them.

"Then you'all need to stop doing everything yourself," she drawled, foot casually rubbing at his neck, at least before he caught it before she embarrassed him further and safety-capped those toeclaws as well. "Gotta take care of yourself first after all, silly boy," she teased while poking him gently a few times on his forehead.

"Too busy taking care of everyone else," was his reply while he stood, absentmindedly dusting his hands off on his pants. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the lingering memory of the feel of her fur against his neck haunting him as he tried to set his focus back on the task at hand than fleeting fantasies.

"Ah guess I'll have to take care of you then," Daisy declared with such certainty that Davey had no idea how to respond, other than to reflexively shy away when she regained her footing and reached to nudge him under the chin with a crooked finger. "So let's get these chairs in their place handsome," she practically purred, briskly striding off to the chair pile and setting about carrying the topmost one back with efficient vigor.

Davey had no idea what to make of Daisy's behavior, other than to blush at the guilty pleasure he was experiencing in watching the curvaceous mouse's luscious backside while she was walking away from him, then having to quickly and surreptitiously adjust himself when the view of her bending over to pick up a folded chair proved too much for him. He'd dealt with the hurtful teasing from other girls around the school as they flaunted themselves just to get a rise from him with no desire for anything but to leave him suffering the embarrassing results but he knew Daisy never behaved like that around the school and didn't get along with the popular girls in spite of (or perhaps because of) being easily as attractive as the best of them.

"Get a move on sugah, the chairs aren't going to set up themselves," she chided him while giving him a playful bump with her backside in passing, causing him to jump guiltily and rush over to pick up a chair himself. There wasn't any time to be letting himself get distracted by things that he was surely imagining, he didn't want to catch hell for the chairs and other things not being properly set up in preparation for opening night for the play.

It didn't take long to get the remaining chairs, large though their number was, into place with the industrious help from the bold and bouncy mouse. Not that it surprised Davey, Daisy was a hardworking farmgirl after all and used to getting things done with quiet efficiency. Indeed he was extremely grateful for the help, fearing he'd have needed so long to take care of things he'd have gotten home just in time for bed, instead he'd have time to recheck the sets and things that the others who'd bailed should have checked on.

"Thanks for the help Daisy, I really appreciate it," Davey was quick to say once the last chair was in place, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Now I just need to recheck the stage set and maybe I can get home on time tonight."

"Well then I guess we'all had better get on that then," Daisy drawled, her accent particularly thick and intoxicating especially when combined with her placing her hand in a comradely fashion on his shoulder.

"Oh I couldn't impose on you like that, you've already helped me so much," he demurred, much as he needed the help it was getting so hard to focus on things with how acutely aware he'd become of her femininity.

"This gal don't leave nuthin half-done darlin'," she declared with a sharp gesture towards her chest with her thumb," nor does she abandon someone when they need help."

"O-okay Daisy, if you're sure." With the look she gave him there wasn't anything he could do but fold, particularly when her innocent gesture drew his attention to what he'd been trying so hard to keep his mind off of.

"Sooner started sooner done," she quipped, left hand darting out to snap up his and draw him towards the stage since the quickest route to the set was up the stage and through the curtains. Davey let himself be dragged along without resistance, after all it wasn't like he wanted to be working late into the night he told himself, even as part of him thrilled to her touch and didn't want the evening to end even if meant working long into tomorrow.

Releasing Davey's hand as they approached the stage Daisy quickly displayed that her lusciousness was more than just natural padding and fur as she casually jumped up onto the edge with consummate ease, balancing herself without any need to catch at the curtain. With a little twirl that spread her scent about and left her bosom bouncing she knelt down offering her hand towards him, a hint of amusement tugging at her muzzle as she noted his hesitation brought about by having her heaving bosom so very close and his eyes having trouble coming back up to hers.

"Time's a'wastin' darlin'." Daisy's voice broke the spell her ample endowments had placed him under, if only barely, and he reached for her proffered hand. With a grip formed from years of hard work on the farm she tugged him up onto the stage effortlessly, causing him to instinctively clutch at her to keep from falling back off the stage. Chuckling softly she slipped her right arm around him to steady him against her chest, practically nose to nose with one another.

"Now that's more like it," she purred, the heat of her as she held him close doing more to leave him hot and sweating than the previous hour's work had done and trying to hide the other results of being so close to one so radiant in her sexuality. "Ah've been trying to get you to make a move all evening sugah."

"M-make a move? W-what kind of move?" he stammered, his brain having mostly shut down at such close proximity to such a vivacious female. He wasn't just wrapped within her firm yet gentle grip but within the cloud of her intoxicating feminine scent, the smell of her sweat just adding to the pheromones that had left his heart racing. Soft fur teased at his skin where his hands rested against the small of her back and he shared his breathe with her, each breath they took reminding him most strongly of her feminine charms pressed so pleasingly to his chest.

"Now honey I know you know what I'm talking about," she whispered huskily into his ear, whiskers tickling his cheek, "that's what Sex Ed was all about."

Before Davey could formulate a response to that (not that his brain was in any hurry, having locked up trying to deal with the erotic imagery her words invoked) Daisy took his breath away as her lips found their way to his, taking his first kiss with an ardent desire even his unexperienced self couldn't help but respond to. The instincts that draw male to female beginning to surge into life as they reacted to those being broadcast by the aggressive mouse, causing him to press more firmly against her, lips parting to taste the spicy remnants of her last meal, hands roaming down to cup her derriere and press himself to her in an unconscious male display of his arousal.

Daisy's lips tugged into a smile of triumph when she felt Davey's responding to her, a throaty purring resonating in his mouth as she savored the sweet delight of having brought things to a heat finally between them. No more teasing and flirting and waiting for him to respond, the direct approach had been the way she should have gone from the start. She wiggled as only the most sensual and limber of females can, grinding her loins to his, left hand coming up to cup the back of his head as she drew the kiss out, the sweetness of it only heightened by the time in the hunt even if she contrarily wished she could have ended it sooner.

A shiver ran along Davey's spine as the grinding left his shaft aching as it strained against his zipper, trying to force its way through his underwear and into the open air to relieve the pressure against it. He drew his right leg up along her side, both to relieve the stress as best he could and to wrap it around her as he found an almost physical need to cling to her, this heavenly blessing that had chosen to shine upon him. His mouth worked against hers as he rose to the occasion, the taste of her so intoxicating only them almost stumbling and falling off of the stage brought a premature end to the kiss.

"Seems like we outta take this somewhere a bit more suited to it darlin'," Daisy suggested as they regained their balance, tongue flicking along her lips from corner to corner to gather up the taste of Davey that lingered there.

"Uh, where would that be?" he reflexively asked, having no idea where you were supposed to go for making out with someone.

"Right behind the curtains of course sugah," she declared with a grand sweep of her arm, revealing the stock sitcom living room set concealed behind them through the parted curtains. "Where better to make out than a living room," she drawled with a wink.

"We can't do anything here!" he gasped out, alarmed. "What if someone were to see us?" he pointed out, then realizing what he said he started looking around intently.

"Ain't no one about but us Darlin'. Now you ready for a bit more?" she asked in her most sultry voice while leaning back to draw his gaze down to her bosom where he was treated to her tugging on the knot for her top, causing it to become undone and barely hang in place covering her heavy mounds.

There wasn't anything Davey could do but nod, afraid anything he said would be stupid or tacky enough to break the mood and consign him to almost-had status. Inexperienced he might be but he wasn't so clueless as risk spoiling the moment with a misspoken word.

The inevitable soon happened as even the short distance between them and the oversized sofa was too far to walk with her were revealed, the material of her top sliding free to dangle off of her shoulders like an undone vest as her mounds in all their glory were placed on display. Davey openly gawked at those honey-furred curves once Daisy has pushed him gently onto the sofa and stood before him, hands on her knees to push her already full bosom out into even more blatant display with nipples so thick they could put your eyes out capping her mountainous delights.

"Just think this is just the appetizer," Daisy drawled, tongue sliding across her lips wetting them sensually before she leaned in enough to kiss Davey once again. Almost of their own accord his hands rose to cup and squeeze the luscious mouse's gift to him, drawing a small gasp of delight from her at his touch. As their tongues played within his mouth she shrugged her top off and tossed it aside, leaving her completely bare from the waist up, all without breaking the kiss with her soon to be lover.

With her top out of the way Daisy settled down into Davey's lap, straddling his waist with only the fullness of her breasts keeping her from pressing as snuggly to him as she wished. It was enough though for him to feel her nipples poking into his chest as she ground against him briefly while settling into place, her arms wrapping around his neck even as his hands slid down to her waist and around to the small of her back, just above her tailbase.

The two young lovers quickly lost track of time as the kiss dragged on, each so lost in the other that even a kiss and the warm furry reality of her nestled into his lap was satiating so many needs each had. Soon enough though even that wasn't enough as both instinct and a mutual attraction that had gone too long unrealized brought an end to the kiss.

"Oh but you're a fine kisser Sugah but this gal needs something more," she said, voice rough with desire, "and so do you," she added while she rolled her hips to grind against his hardness where only his pants and her cut-offs separated those two parts that were made for each other.

"Oh God yes!" he cried out in a moment of passion, before guiltily looking around afraid someone could have actually shown up and heard his cries. Daisy for her part simply giggled throatily and leaned back just enough to start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the smooth muscled expanse of his chest button by button.

"Ah'd have never thought you were secretly working out Sugah," she remarked, as she'd never seen him in less than long-sleeves and regular length pants or jeans. Her fingertips idly wandered across his chest as she admired the fit tone of him, something so easy to determine on one without fur in the way.

"Well I do a lot of yard work and stuff since I don't get an allowance," he blushingly replied, arching up against her hands to welcome the first touch of a female that wasn't a platonic one from a family member. Impulsively he buried his face into her cleavage, pressing his nose into her fur and inhaling deeply of her scent, drawing in the odors of the hay on the farm as well as the natural spicy musk that was hers alone.

It was Daisy's turn to gasp when she found her bosom becoming his face warmer, her response to reach up to cup the back of his head and caresses it tenderly, thrilling to his nuzzling between her sensitive mounds and tickling her with each heated breath he expelled between her breasts. Her offhand awkwardly tugging at his shirt to pull it free of his waistband and finish the last of the buttons so she could get it one step close to removal.

Insecurities melting away in the heat of Daisy's obvious and earnest desire for him Davey's hands grew bolder, cupping and kneading her plush derriere. No slender vixen's backside did she have, indeed it was one well suited to a sturdy yet oh-so-desirable country girl with a goodly balance of muscle and fat sculpted by years of hard work on the farm from the youngest of ages. The entire package going along well with her childbearing hips that spoke not volumes but libraries about her suitability as a mate.

Hormones surging quickly led to Daisy escalating things even more, her hand dipping between them to struggle with the button and zipper on Davey's pants, loosening them up before nimbly unfastening her own cut-offs that quickly opened up from the stress of what they were barely containing.

To say he was delighted by the flow of events would be grossly understating just how keenly Davey was immersed in the moment, his wildest fantasies inspired by the cheap adult novels he'd dumpster dove for paling before the reality as his every sense was stimulated and heightened by the opportunity to no longer suppress his urges and indulge them fully instead. He daringly unfastened the snap that held her jeans in place while her tail emerged from below and dipped his hands inside to explore in that previously forbidden place he'd only been able to gaze secretly upon from afar.

Davey felt a sudden burst of fear when Daisy suddenly pulled his head from between her breasts, but she gave him a reassuring smile and tugged at his shirt until he got the hint and reluctantly released her bottom so she could strip it away and toss it off in the general direction of her own top. Pressing a finger to his lips when it looked like he was about to speak she slipped back with consummate ease to stand before him once again, eyes twinkling as she slowly turned about while peeling her cut-offs off at the same time, until they dropped completely at her feet.

No magazine, no movie, no epic tome of erotica could have prepared him for such a sight as Daisy willingly offered him to him from just a few feet away. The golden-furred globes of her backside simply one of a treasure trove of delights she presented to him. Beneath her naked tail he could see everything as she took one step back with her left foot then bent at the waist to reach down for her cut-offs still resting around the right, the wink of her tailhole and the hint of her furred slit from behind simply mesmerizing.

Acting was clearly in her blood with the production she put on, drawing her hands up along her right leg while leaving her cut-offs on the floor, waiting until her hands were back up around her loins to kick her right leg up and sending them sailing away before dropping her bare bottom into his lap and ending up with him reflexively wrapping his arms around her to catch her as she landed.

"So Sugah how you holding out?" she asked in seeming innocence, her legs resting comfortably outside of his while she reached back with her right hand to stroke the side of his head.

"I almost made a mess just now," he confessed, blushing as much from admitting that as from having such a desirable female naked in his lap, the silken caress of her fur against his skin almost as arousing as the unbridled release of her scent with the removal of the last of her garments.

"Well now we don't want that," she drawled, "don't want to waste any of that precious milk of yours. Ah guess I'll just have to help take the edge off."

"Wh-what do you mean by that?" he couldn't help asking, only for her to respond by sliding out of his lap into the floor and slinkily turning around. It wasn't hard for him to tell what she intended though when she reached for his pants and started tugging, working them over his hips and nudging him to lift up enough to make it easier for her to remove them and his underwear at the same time.

Some part of Davey's mind wondered why he wasn't embarrassed when she had him all the way naked, the rest far too caught up in anticipation of what was to come to care. In less time than it would take to tell about it she had him out of his shoes, his socks, and everything he'd been wearing joining the mixed heap of clothes off to the side.

"Now that's what the mousie's been panting for," she declared, her turn to drink in every detail of his nicely shaped endowment nested within the thatch of hair that humans had. Without reservation or shame she pushed his knees apart so she could nose right in, inhaling his sweat and getting some on the tip of her muzzle as she nuzzled him affectionately, the scent of a virile male only lowering what few inhibitions she otherwise had.

Davey had no idea how to react when she pushed her nose right up against his sack, or when she started lapping away at his balls with vigor. It wasn't like anything he's ever experienced before but it sent delightful shivers racing up and down his spine all the same. He could feel his balls rolling about as her tongue washed over his sack, swirling about and exploring every wrinkle, only to almost jump off the sofa when she circled the base of his shaft with her right thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently but firmly.

The beat of his heart was easy to feel as it pumped blood about through his erection around the constriction of her fingers, the mouse exerting just enough pressure to hopefully hold off on him climaxing until she was ready for it. Her tongue playfully played along his shaft once she worked her way up to it, tracing every vein and mapping every contour while Davey squirmed about, panting and moaning loudly as she left not a micron of skin untasted by her boldly going tongue. She couldn't resist a bit of wickedness as she lapped at the tip but her own desire didn't have that teasing last long before she opened wide and drew him fully into her mouth, enveloping it in its warm receptiveness.

It was all just too much for the young male by that point; the warm wetness of her mouth, the wash of her tongue as it slithered along the sides, the sealing of her lips around the base once she withdrew her hand had him quickly crying out and painting her tonsils with his seed. His hands dug deep into the sofa cushions as his efforts to hold out failed, emptying his balls into her mouth while she quickly drank it all down with greedy abandon.

Davey collapsed back against the sofa, moaning softly as his orgasm fled, erection still in Daisy's mouth as she continued to suckle on its still hard length, her right hand coming up to gently fondle his sack and roll his balls around between her fingers and against her palm. Contrary emotions warred within him as he recovered, from contentment at his release warming him to embarrassment and shame at having climaxed so soon instead of being able to hold out longer as he had read a male was supposed to do. Only Daisy's continued nursing at his shaft and evident unconcern for how quickly he came kept the latter from dominating his thoughts and feelings.

"Ah can't believe you're still hard," she finally said when she released his member from her mouth, admiration evident in her tone and body language. "Think ya'll're up for the main course?" she asked while gazing up at him, muzzle rubbing playfully along his gently throbbing length.

"Main course?" he asked without thinking, still a bit too frazzled from his orgasm and the distraction of her nuzzling his erection to think clearly.

"Sex darlin', sex," was her blunt reply, tongue flicking out to wrap around the tip of his member and lap around it like she was licking at a lollipop.

"Oh, uhm, sure," he stammered out, the blunt reply focusing his thoughts with alacrity. "But wasn't what we just had sex?" he couldn't resist asking.

"Nothin' like what's commin'," she assured him, the wicked little grin she displayed causing him to blush like he'd never blushed before.

Moving with the grace and speed of a striking cobra Daisy slithered up onto the couch, her fur gliding silkily along Davey's skin as she covered him within seconds, leaving him looking up at her with stunned amazement at her swiftness. Her heavy breasts dangled down to rub against his chest while her eyes held his, hands clutching at his shoulders while she straddled him.

Davey's blush flared when she kissed him once again, the bold probing of her tongue into his mouth carrying to him the taste of his own seed, something he'd been far too reluctant to sample on his own. The ardent way she kissed him though quickly wiped any thought of that from his mind, tasting himself an easy price to pay for what he was being rewarded with in return. Not simply the opportunity to join with such an attractive female, no it was the way she made it so clear that he was the one she desired, when there were other far more popular and attractive males about.

Growing more comfortable and self-assured Davey reached to cup and fondle the luscious cheeks of Daisy's plump derriere, ruffling the fur up and brushing it back down again as he caressed and explored. With his own inhibitions fading and curiosity growing he occasionally slipped his fingers beneath her flicking tail to explore the hot musky crevice beneath it.

A heated gasp escaped into Davey's mouth when he started gingerly exploring Daisy's dainty pink tailhole, sending little shivers racing along her spine and out along her tail. Her sinuous form reduced the distance between them each time his daring fingertips brushed over her anal ring, until he could feel her damp mound coming into contact with his shaft and giving it a wet 'kiss'. Thick proud nipples poked into his chest as her breasts flattened as best such heavy yet firm mounds could against it, while her claws began to prick against his shoulders as she gripped them harder.

Nature soon took its course as Daisy's rolling hips and Davey's awkward instinctive thrusts upwards let slip the head of his erection into her wetness, soon to be followed by the rest of his member as she pushed her hips back taking him to the root. A contented sigh soon followed from the two of them as her slick, snug passage gripped his shaft firmly and he felt the gentle squeezes along its length.

They had no idea how long they lay like that until building need set Daisy into motion, riding his erection in a slow, steady rocking motion at first to savor the feeling of him inside of her. Her naked tail whipped about in more energetic flicks though, pounding against the back of the sofa and nearby coffee table as she mated her lover.

Davey wasn't idle while the delightfully sensual mouse rode his hard shaft by any stretch of the imagination however, his hands continued to kneed and caress her furry buns, occasionally spreading them and adding to her rocking motions as she bounced along his shaft. He could feel her juices tickling down along his shaft to coat his balls and inner thighs, while her spicy scent grew more potent around them.

As things grew more vigorous the kiss came to an end, Daisy's head tossed back as she arched upwards, breasts thrust out and claws firmly sunk into Davey's shoulders as she got caught up in the burning fire in her loins as it spread throughout her curvaceous form. Elbows locked her powerful legs did all the work as she bounced up and down faster, more firmly, each joining of their loins jolting her clit and fanning the flames of her desire.

Pinned as he was Davey couldn't do as much as his instincts were prodding him to do, although his hands clutched her backside almost as heatedly as hers held his shoulders. Lost in the fog of surging hormones he almost couldn't see straight as her breasts bounced into his face with each cycle, only vaguely aware in the back of his mind he could have never lasted so long without the earlier release but the added stimulation of both her pheromones that were so redolent upon the air and the way her sex gripped at him in ways his private play never could he was quickly approaching his peak once again.

It seemed as if Daisy could sense how close he was getting as well, for her pace only seemed to increase as it whipped her juices into a froth and coated her thighs and his with white foam. Her backside flexed within the grip of his hands as he felt her growing tighter around his aching shaft, precum having started to leak into her tight-fitting passage. A tightness that proved too much for the already over-stimulated young male, his head pressing down hard against the sofa cushion as he arched up with an inarticulate cry of sheer ecstasy, what seed he had remaining jetting into her welcoming passage as his shaft spasmed inside of her.

Like a match tossed into a room filled with natural gas Daisy's orgasm exploded within her as she felt Davey climaxing within her. Her cries only kept from echoing about by the muffling effect of the heavy curtains and the clutter of the stage setting around them, her crotch crashing into his as his thrust up into her met her downward thrust and squeezing her clit between their pubic bones. The explosive release left her almost insensate as she milked him dry before collapsing on top of him, panting heavily.

More time passed unnoticed as they lay there recovering, Daisy with her muzzle nestled in the crook of Davey's neck and he with his hands still attached to her backside, unconsciously stroking over her furry cheeks and sliding them between to just gently rub up and down between them.

"Thank you," Davey finally said as he broke the silence between them, his voice sounding so loud after laying their quiet for so long.

"Darlin' I should be thankin' you for that," she drawled, voice quite husky with the lingering effects of their glorious time together. "We'll have to do that again very soon."

"Oh yes please!" he exclaimed, then blushed as he started coming back to his senses and realized where they were. "Oh no! We have to get this all cleaned up, we can't leave this like this."

"You and your sense of responsibility," she declared, her tone though of amusement rather than rancor. "We ought to be cleaning ourselves up first before we worry about the rest Darlin'."

"Oh right, well the boys' shower is closest," was his pragmatic reply, although he couldn't seem to get his hands to stop stroking her backside or release her in general. "I've at least got my gym towel for drying off, if you don't mind showering together that is."

"After ahll this you have to ask?" she teased, then looked embarrassed as he ears blushed bright pink. "Ah think I'm going to have to take care of your shoulders there, ah didn't mean to get so carried away like that."

"Don't worry, I've had worse," he calmly reassured her, then forced his hands off to the side.

"Well, if you're sure," she said, although still looking contrite while she slid free of him and shared another quick kiss before she felt him pop free. Since she was on top she was the first to her feet and offered her hand to him to help him up as well, quite comfortable in her nudity.

"Wait we need to take our clothes with us," Davey said when Daisy started straight away towards the stairs to the passageway that lay along the stage and hooked up with the gym and came out right next to the boys' shower. "Someone could still come along."

"Darlin' you worry to much," she told him but helped him gather up their things (what few she had anyway) before they hustled off to shower.