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The night before Ken woke up from his hangover. . . And in the presence of two ravishing beauties!

Maybe it was due to him being shy.

Maybe it was due to him lacking enough knowledge.

Well, whatever it was; he sure as hell knew the only thing he’d be doing was stare at the particular woman who frequently came every Friday night.

Now Kenny wasn’t, by any means a wuss of anything like that; he just had real shitty luck when it cam to the opposite sex. Sure, the dingo was in perfect condition, which was a requirement when it came to UPS delivering. He was also skilled in four disciplines of martial arts, and more than able to take care of himself. Despite being a big guy; he was a total marshmallow when it came to children, especially the kids in self-defense classes he taught at the YMCA.

Currently, he was in a club called “The Chicken Coop”, drinking the night away all by his lonesome. He wasn’t antisocial, he had many friends on and off duty, and he just preferred to be solitary each Friday. It really wasn’t something he liked to share; he had his reasons. He sat on a stool at the bar, chugging down his sixth glass of lager to calm his stress from work. Yes, he got drunk at times, but at least he knew his limits.

It was then he saw . . . her; someone who was as much an irregular as he was someone who wore a black dress that showed as much leg as it showed cleavage. A doe that appeared to be the same age he was, he was sure he recognized her brown hair and curvy body anywhere. Now they never met before, she just had a pension to attract attention whenever she showed up; especially form the men. Every Friday or so, this fine specimen of a deer would come in either by her self, or sometimes with other females who were just as alluring.

He considered many times to walk up and start up a conversation, but just as quickly dismissed those thoughts soon as he saw her with another guy. In fact, he noticed that she would be conversing with many a man, then leave with them. This led him believe that she was one of “those” kind of women. Funny, she didn’t seem so bad most of the times he saw her, which was the only thing he could do . . . from a distance.

It was pretty much the only thing he could do since he had crappy luck with the opposite sex. Ironically enough, he was once surrounded by very . . . unique girls when he was but a lad, but that was a story for another day. He would stare at her every time he saw her, but quickly looked away before she noticed him. One day, however; he though she caught him staring at her then . . . winked? Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him, because soon as he rubbed his eyes she would be in a conversation. Weird . . .

“Hey, Ken?”

The dingo looked up to see a tall muscular rooster standing right behind him. This was the bouncer of the club and Ken’s good friend; Rufus Armstrong. Now the poultry looked like a bruiser, and he was just that. Anyone who was stupid enough to cause trouble at the club had to deal with the rooster. And damn, this guy really knew how to mop the floor with any dickless drunk who was out of line. But if you were friends with him, Rufus was the coolest cock (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcYppAs6ZdI)) you’d meet.

“Hey Rufus. Something on y’er mind?” Ken asked, taking another sip from his glass.

The rooster looked concerned as he replied, “Actually, I think it’d be best if you went home while you’re sober enough.”

“Wot? Ahm ah bein’ kicked out?” Ken bitterly snarked.

“Far from it. You just don’t look so well.”

Be he drunk or not, he cared very little, “Ahm jus’ fine.”

The rooster wasn’t the slightest convinced, “C’mon, Ken. I’ve known you long enough to know something’s up.”

The dingo looked to his friend and sighed.

“Ahm sorry, mate. Some packages were sent to the wrong addresses by a new guy, and I just so happened to be one of the four favorites that prick of a superior o’ mine chose to fix it.”

“The rooster shook his head, “Honestly man, why do you put up with that lazy fatass?”

“Need the money and he threatened to deduct our pay if we refused or gave him attitude.” Ken sighed.

The pay was excellent for a UPS truck driver, but it was the person who gave the orders that really made it suck so hard; maybe if that asshat of a croc got off his lazy ass and hit the gym, or eat a salad from time to time, maybe he’d see how hard the dingo and his co-workers worked on their part, though it was highly unlikely. Well, least his superior’s superior, to the scaled-ass’ disdain, allowed him and the three others the following week off, but of course, his superior would run them even more ragged soon as they got back.

“Okay, let’s call you a cab and get you home.” Rufus helped the canine to his feet. His footing was a bit wobbly, but the two were on their feet-

“Excuse me, is everything all right?”

The two turned around, and if the dingo was so drunk, he would be in shell-shock. It was her! It was the doe; she was standing there before them! Dammit, out of all the times she was near, he just had to be drunk! Could things get any better?! He was utterly speechless, so much so that he wasn’t able to see the look of concern in her eyes.

“Hey, Elaine, everything’s fine, just about to call a cab for my friend here.” Rufus replied, nodding to the dingo. “Elaine, this is Kenny Dalton. Kenny, Elaine.” He introduced.

“Hello.” Elaine greeted politely, her smile both dazzling and alluring.

He was about to, at least utter, reply, but the only thing that escaped his mouth was a loud hiccup that left slight pain at the back of his throat.

“He kind of had too much to drink, so I’ll have to call him a cab-” Rufus began.

“Why can’t you drive him back yourself? Your shift’s almost up.” Elaine pointed out.

The rooster looked as though his feather became even paler than they were, “Mine’s in the shop, so is his, plus I have a . . . ‘prior engagement’, yeah, that’s it.”

The doe took a few minuets to look over the canine and avian, “Oh, well, I can do it.”

The dingo paled (if that were possible) a bit when he heard those words; did he hear that right?

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you. He lives like, forty minuets away down that direction.” Rufus stated as he gestured the direction.

The doe didn’t budge, “I insist, besides, my place is in the same route. Please, Ruffy?” She pleaded, pouting her lips cutely

If she thought this sad-poutty face would sway the two males . . . she was absolutely right.

“Fine. But I want you to make sure he calls me tomorrow morning.”

Try as he may, the dingo was far too drunk to protest or argue as Rufus led him outside, with Elaine leading the way. Any previous objection he wanted to say was soon gone soon as his eyes laid upon Elaine’s swaying rear. Soon Ken found himself in a passenger seat as his friend fastened a seatbelt and giving the doe directions, then seeing that they were moving. Most of the way, the two sat in silence and truth be told; Kenny was thankful nothing happened . . . yet.

It was as soon as they hit a red light that the doe broke the silence, starting up a conversation that, oddly enough due to him being drunk on the spot, was actually quite pleasant. They exchanged words and even found out about each other’s professions; needless to say, he was surprised to hear she was a nanny of all things. Someone like her, the dingo would have thought she’d be a model, Fitness instructor, or even a performer from ZZ Studios. All things considered, though he wasn’t completely there at the moment, it was good to know; not at all what had expected, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Pretty soon, they came to another red light . . .

“I know you’ve been watching me.”

“What?” Though he was far from being sober, he still had some senses left.

“You heard what I said.” Elaine replied, her gaze still on the road.

“I-I-I don’t know what yer talking-”

The next thing the deer did was entirely unpredictable; as quick as a viper, she turned her head to him and pressed a finger into his chest. “Don’t you play coy with me, Mr. Dalton; I’ve seen the way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking. Every time I’m at the club, I always seem to have your undivided attention.” She pressed on with a smile, “And don’t get me started on how many times I’ve seen you consider coming my way or looking me in the eye; well, I’d say enough is enough!”

With that, she pulled up into a vacant parking lot . . . then pulled down the right harness of her dress; partially revealing more of her right tit. The look in her eyes didn’t make things any easier as she leaned towards him.

“I’m here now; is there anything you want to say to me?” The doe asked innocently.

There she was, ever so subtly trying to prod him of what he wanted to say to her. What didn’t he want to say? The way her eyes glittered in the night, the grace of each step she took, her voluptuous breas-NO! This shouldn’t e happening! This female was making a grave mistake!

Ken tried to sink away, “N-n-n-o, no, no-can’t-don’t d-d-do-” He looked away.

“I see . . .” Elaine spoke up. The dingo looked to the doe, who sat back into her seat, her gaze to her hooves. It was then that he noticed something trickle down her cheek and he could’ve sworn she was sniffling. “You must think I’m ugly don’t you? You think I’m hideous, admit it!”

“N-n-no, that’s not it!” Ken sputtered.

The doe wasn’t convinced, “Yes you do! I’m ugly to you.”

“No, y-y-your not hideous, far from it. Y-y-your beautiful!”

“You don’t mean that.” Elaine murmured.

“No, I do; I-I-I r-really do! In fact, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!” Ken insisted, unable to see a grown woman, even if he were drunk, in tears. “I’ve never seen such a fine specimen of female in all my life. I just didn’t know how to approach you-”

Without missing a beat, the doe seemed to have snapped out of her previous mood. She was once again leaning towards him, her eyes gazing into his, her nose merely inches from his, her “enchanted” assets pressed into his chest.

“Well then, I’m all ears.” She stated with a sultry voice.

Now the dingo was panicking, the doe was really, really starting to press her luck. Did she not know what she was getting into? Did she not know of the danger that was approaching?! Apparently not . . .

“. . . You asked for it.” Ken growled.

Without warning, the canine’s lips pressed against the cervine’s; forcing her into a deep kiss as his long tongue made its way into her mouth. Elaine was stunned at first, sure she had her share of rough partners before, but her feeling on this one was correct; he was something different. Something that made the doe feels something she never felt before . . . something she could not describe in words. Whatever it was, it was put on hold as the deer moaned into the kiss; her tongue wrestling with his for dominance. Slowly wrapped their arms around each other, their hands exploring each other’s body, a swift move of Ken’s fingers removed the band that kept Elaine’s hair up, allowing her brown locks to fall free. Soon the kiss broke as the dingo began to lick along the cervine’s neck; kissing and nibbling the flesh as one of his hands found its way to one of her voluptuous tits, while the other was about to “find” its way up her right thigh-

“W-wait!” The doe suddenly cried. The drunken dingo stopped his rhythm soon as he heard her. She was hesitant to stop her passenger’s “gesture of affection”; making love in the car wasn’t really appealing to her. “Not here, luv. I know a place where we continue out little “activity”.” She sighed.

Just like that, the deer drove, not to where the directions Rufus, but somewhere that the canine couldn’t tell; he didn’t care much to be honest. Everything went by so fast that the next thing Kenny knew, he was in an elevator making out with the doe, then exiting into the hallway as she led him to a specific room. The doe reached into her purse, fighting the urge to cry out in pleasure as the dingo nibbled her neck and pulled down the top of her dress; exposing her large orbs for all to see. The doe took out a key from her purse and despite the dingo fondling her tits and tweaking her nipples, she was able to unlock the door and lead him with her. Closing and locking the door, as well as losing their footwear (socks on the canine’s part included), the two resumed their make out session.

Slowly, the two began to undress each other: the doe pulled off the dingo’s belt, the dingo reached under the doe’s dress; caressing her fine rear. Soon as the undergarment was discarded, the two found themselves in a bedroom. Elaine tugged on the waist of her lover’s pants, taking his boxers with it; though as they approached the bed, both failed to notice the male’s undergarment fly beneath mentioned bed. One by one, the cervine undid the buttons on the canine’s shirt; soon as she the last one, she pulled the shirt off, and then pushed him back. The canine landed on the bed softly. Thankfully it was plush and with pillows. Damn, though the female deer, she had been with equines and bovines with immense size and girth, but this one; he was BIG, even for a dingo!

Looking up, Ken saw Elaine allow her dress to pool at her hooves, and then knelt between his legs, “And now, big boy, the fun begins.” She murred. This made Ken’s rod harden in an instant.

The dingo groaned when he felt dainty fingers grip on his manhood as well as his endowed scrotum. The doe fondled the heavy ball sack before kissing and licking then popped a testicle into her gaping maw. Ken fought off the urge to howl as he felt a tongue as soft as silk and satin make swirls around one testy to another. The doe moved from the heavy sack as she slowly making her way up the base of his shaft with her tongue. What felt like an excruciating eternity of the deer’s tongue-lashing over his rod, Ken felt that his companion had finally reached the tip? Tenaciously, Elaine alternated peppering the canine cock with kisses, or licking it before engulfing the tip into her mouth. This caused his hips to buck; the feeling was unlike anything he had felt before in his entire life!

She stopped suddenly, much to the dingo’s chagrin, and looked into his eyes, “Oh, but where are my manners? I think I should get into a more “comfortable” position.”

Before the dingo knew it, the doe hopped onto the bed, crawled onto all fours over his body and no sooner was face to face with her glistening nether lips in a 69 position. This action was all the more arousing and made pre to drip out of his tip. Resistance would not be there to stop Kenny as his right hand grabbed at her left cheek, pulling her down closer. She gasped as she felt a firm grip on her plump rear, then again when she felt a cold, canid nose sniffing at her musky, cervine pussy. He gave her shapely behind a few rubs, earning murrs from the doe atop him. Without warning, Ken pulled his muzzle away from the doe’s nether lips, and then gripped her ass with both hands as he spread her cheeks apart. This exposed her glistening pussy wider and revealed her puckered anal hole.

Bolder from the previous stimulation, the dingo licked and swirled his tongue around the puckered hole. Elaine gasped loudly; her mind began to cloud from whimsy as she felt something long and wet enter her butt hole. At the same time, she felt two fingers wiggle into her snatch, while one rubbed against her clit. These actions were so overwhelming from the pleasure it all gave her; she felt obliged to return the favor. The time to do so was when she felt a third finger enter her “love tunnel”, intensifying her experience.

Though Ken couldn’t see what his partner was doing, he was able to feel her every action; his body became rigid when he felt two soft objects wrap around his pulsing rod. Elaine held both her large orbs in place before moving them up and down, then (with much anticipation) re-engulfed the manhood fully. Suddenly, she felt the tongue pull away from her anal hole, and the hand pull away from her rear. The next thing the doe knew, she felt the dingo’s hands grip her rear once more . . . then, had her mouth not have been full, and cried out as he buried his muzzle into her pussy.

Both partners suckled and licked onto each other’s crotch, both oblivious to the world around them besides their lovemaking. The drunken canine vigorously lapped the doe’s nectar as if it were a mug of beer, though the bodily fluid seemed more addictive. The deer enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down, not that she usually did with a male or two, but this time felt especially different . . . and not just because of the large tool in her maw. They moan in unison as they pleasure they inflicted unto each other’s groin areas became near unbearable.

Feeling as though their time was near, Elaine began to pick up the pace of her titfuck and did something not even her partner expected; she swallowed more and more of the rod till she deep-throated to his heavy sack. Ken too upped the ante by burying his muzzle deeper into the doe as well as plunged a thumb into her anal passage. Both moaned loudly once more as both of their mouths began to fill up; hers with his hot seed, and his with her sweet nectar.

With a loud pop, the doe’s mouth came off the dingo’s penis as more of his seed sprayed onto her muzzle. She didn’t mind, in fact, she enjoyed every drop as she wiped the canine semen with a finger, and then licked it up as if it were cake icing. Though he weren’t an Olympic swimmer or diver, the dingo was able to hold his breath long enough for her tight walls to release his muzzle.

The doe wobbly crawled off the canine, and then collapsed onto her side next to him; this was strange, was she actually getting . . . exhausted? Impossible, she was a woman who could (though many would argue this to be over exaggerated, they did not know the Applebottoms) take on a vast number of horn balls with both arms tied behind her back. How was it that she was using so much energy on this person? She shook the thoughts away, sitting up on her knees as she felt her stamina, but before she could do anything, she felt a grip on her shoulder. She looked behind her, to have quite a shock; Ken glared so intensely that it looked as though his eyes were glowing. This both frightened Elaine, but excited and aroused her three times as much.

“Not. Done. Just. Yet.” The dingo growled lowly.

With unnatural strength and the speed of a viper, Ken pushed his partner against the headboard facing away from him. If one thought he was finished with her fine rear, they were sadly wrong; whether the dingo was an “ass-man”, or not. The dingo grabbed the doe by both rear cheeks, spread them apart once again, and then placed his still hard rod between them. He began his action by closing the cheeks in a hotdog maneuver; slowly, he began to move his hips back and forth. This earned him moans (that weren’t his own as he attempted to keep his mouth shut).

The doe whimpered, “P-p-please . . . guh . . . don’t t-tease m-me . . .”

She got her wish as she felt the manhood pull away, only to, without warning, skewer itself into her wan-toning vaginal hole! It was pure bliss from hereon out as the canine slowly, but steadily, began to move his hips into hers; fucking her Doggy style. Damn! She was tight! It was a miracle that he was able to penetrate her till her lips reached his knot. But damn, this woman had lasted longer than any other he’s been with, in fact, he could feel his energy drain from all this! Well, if it’s almost their time, then he was going to make it worth spending!

FAP!

The cervine gasp soon as she felt the canine’s hand gave her rear a hard slap. God almighty, this canine was rough; she liked him already! As she held on to the headrest, her partner grabbed one of her legs and swung it over his shoulder, thus made her change to a more comfortable position. They kept to this position for a few minuets when the canine placed the cervine’s leg back onto the bed and turned her fully around into a missionary position; his hands gripped onto her hips like a vice.

Ken leaned forward till his nose nearly touched hers, “Ya like that, S-S-Sheila?” He grunted hard, plowing into her.

“AH! Yes! Yes! I love it!” Elaine cried out. She groped one of her tits, tweaking nipple.

Feeling that the dingo had his time in control, the doe suddenly wrapped her long legs around his waist. He yelped as his partner shifted of their weights, then, so quickly he barely had time to process (if he could in his state), he found that the doe was sitting over him and the bed was now against his back. She had switched roles with him! With his manhood still in her, the deer began to move her hips up and down to keep their pace up.

“Now it’s your-fuck-turn to enjoy the show . . .” She sputtered as she rode him.

Ken didn’t complain, just the opposite; one hand found its way on her right hip, while the other to her left breast. She moaned from the attention, her hands now gripping his chest tightly. Even if he was still drunk, this had to be a dream, it had to be! Even with his good looks, there was no way that a person like himself was able to romp with such a woman!

“Rrrr . . . I’m about to blow!” Ken growled.

Elaine was no farther, “Oh! Ah! Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The dingo let out a loud howl as he and his “rider” climaxed, his cock blew like a volcano as more of his hot seed erupted into the doe.

“Mmm, that was . . . incredible . . . Thank you . . .” She pressed her lips to his.

Ken murred into the kiss, his long tongue slithering passed her teeth and dance with her own oral organ. The two kept this act of passion up, the taste of sexual juices that lingered from their 69 were present in a wonderful, exotic mixed flavor. After a few minuets, the doe pulled back from the kiss and, though she was hesitant as the grip of her vaginal walls loosened up, released his canine cock. Elaine smiled in Ken’s eyes as she laid her head on his right shoulder, placed a hand on his chest, and tangled her both her legs around his right leg. He smirked as he placed an arm around her waist and pulled her closer; he could feel her large, furry orbs press into his side.

It was confirmed by both canine and cervine: their partner was anything that they had (or hadn’t) usually been accustomed to. But that seemed to matter very little at the moment. It was then that Mr. Sandman (after obviously watching the spectacle) took his toll on the two as no sooner had they snuggled up against one another; everything went black . . .

THE NEXT MORNING

Catherine stretched her shapely body as she walked through the hallway of the upscale apartment rented by her daughter. Her form was bare save for the black laced bra and panties. One wouldn’t think that a female such as Catherine would be a mother in a billion years; even more so when she was a mother of five daughters. Her tits rivaled the size of cannonballs, her figure as graceful as a babbling brook, her legs long and curvy, her hips wide yet shapely, and her rear so round and hypnotic. Now normally, she wouldn’t wake up this early on a day off without having to get ready for work or grade assignments, but for some reason; today felt especially different for some reason.

And since it Summer had recently begun, she and three of her children were invited to spend some time with her second oldest, catch up on recent events, pick out outrageous swimwear, and (their most favorable pastime ever) attract any male onlookers who would drool at the sight of their skimpily dressed figures.

Her hair was tied up in a bun that always gave her a look of professionalism. Another thing one found hard to believe was that this doe was a schoolteacher. Despite her apparent affluent presence, the matriarch of her family; the head of the Applebottoms (irony knows no bounds), had actually found her place in life educating the minds of today’s youth; though she did particularly seem to find parent-teacher conferences enjoyable when she was alone with the father . . . or mother . . . or both in a rare occasion.

Sure, she was once a married woman; happily married to an amazing man who was a modeled father to his daughters and showed her lots of affection. Alas, he was among the living no more. This left her unable to satisfy her “needs”.

It would be from advice her eldest daughter to follow in her hoof steps. In fact, Elaine was as equally promiscuous as her mother. Nothing anyone would expect from a nanny of all professions. Elaine was just as much eager to please one of the parents . . . or both should the Mrs. be interested.

The one thing they had in common besides being proud of the way they looked . . . . And the fact they loved sex, was that they absolutely adored children. The downside was that since the holidays were coming up, school was out for the semester. This meant she and her daughter would have to go “on the prowl”.

The motherly doe had reached the stair when she noticed something on the top step. It was a pair of laced panties that resembled hers, only pink in color. Obviously it belong to one of her daughters: Gwendolyn, her youngest, was out of the question, the family “curse” had no apparent affect on her; the twins were at a “friend’s” place and wouldn’t be back till 10 (if there aren’t any “distractions”); and her second eldest would be at work by this hour or on a morning jog . . . . Well, that and she was a tad, how one would say, selective. Very selective . . .

This meant these belonged to her eldest and judging by the scent; she brought home “company”. Not like she was the first one to, anyway. If she did, then he’d (or she’d) be, without a doubt, fair game. Only one way to make sure though.

Catherine walked to Elaine’s room and promptly opened the door, “Elaine, you left some-” She cut herself off soon as a pair of red eyes made contact with her.

Before her, wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans was a blonde-haired dingo with pure white fur. Behind him on the bed laid her daughter in naught by her birthday suit and judging by fact the dingo had no shirt on; it was obvious they had a very interesting night. It was then that the dingo’s pants fell to the floor, revealing for both does to see his firm rear and morning wood. Hell, if it wasn’t morning wood; Catherine was sure her form was responsible.

The Applebottom matriarch looked the canine over and she loved what she saw. He was muscled in the right places and he was handsome to boot. Catherine gave him a seductive smirk; it appeared her daughter was “busy” the night before indeed.

“My, my . . . .what have we here?” Catherine inquired.

I sincerely hope this one was better than the last one and that it gave some intake on what happened between the two.

Ken is mine.

Elaine and Rufus are http://www.furaffinity.net/user/hollandworks/