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On the Menu with Memu

Why oh why was the foreman such a dick!

Document City is not a stranger to snow. When the winter season starts, hell, sometimes even _before _the winter season in fall, temperatures drop, wind begins to pick up, the skies turn gray, and snow begins to fall from the heavens. You'd think that after generations of heavy snowfall, the city would be better equipped to handle things like blizzards and snowstorms.

You'd be wrong.

Despite what his last name may imply, Micheal Dallas was not from the south. He was from the north, he grew up in a colder climate, and was used to the white mounds of snow that would appear during the winter months of the year. Putting it lightly, he was not unused to the sight of a white Christmas.

That didn't make it any less annoying to trek through, however. Especially when the foreman absolutely demands that the workers stick around ten or so minutes longer than necessary. And, sure, ten minutes doesn't sound long, but when the forecast calls for five inch snow with chances of that increasing, then waiting ten minutes can be a _death _sentence.

At least the snow wasn't _impossible _to march through. Difficult... but not impossible.

The tall figure of Micheal Dallas trekked through the snow-covered sidewalks, his hands stuffed into his coat's pockets, and his scarf wrapped tightly around his mouth and chin. Despite his youthful age – he was only in his mid twenties – he looked so sharp and serious. His brown eyes were furrowed, his cheeks were puffed, even his figure seemed to radiate this malicious aura.

He wasn't bad mind you. Annoyed? Yes. Frustrated with his boss? You better fucking believe it. But bad? Far from it...

At this time of day – just a little past 7:30 – a majority of stores had closed... if they even bothered to open up earlier in the first place. With the snow piling upon one another, getting thicker and thicker, he wasn't too surprised to see that there weren't many stores open. Making matters worse, the stores that were open were stores he didn't want to visit! Well... save for that Chinese restaurant; he might grab himself a bite to eat from there on the way home... assuming he was ballsy enough to cross the ice-covered streets.

Yeah right...

No, what Micheal needed now more than anything was a pick me up! After spending hours upon hours upon hours of work, taking packages and parcels all across the city in that smelly mail van, what he needed was something hot... something reinvigorated... something that would melt his stress all away. And he knew the perfect place to get it... was here.

Lady Like's Chic Cafe

Micheal stopped and looked over. Standing before him was a storefront with a wooden architecture carved into a Victorian style. Oh, and even better, the _lights _were on. Staring through its window, Micheal could see the warm and inviting lobby of a cafe. It had wood panel floors and walls, with an elegant and rich décor. However, no one was inside; not even the barista from the looks of it!

But that didn't stop Micheal from walking up to the door. Not even the ten or so _inches _of snow that covered the door were enough to stop him! Slow him, yes, but stop him outright? No, no! He kicked the snow aside as best he could, grab the doors handle, and then after one jerk... no... two jerks... shit... okay... um... _several _jerks of the door!

GRRNK!

RING-A-DING!

“Gah!?”

Micheal was fumbling inside!

His hood fell off and his scarf did likewise, revealing the befuddled expression of a young man with dark skin and black hair. Pushing himself against the floor, he stood up in the store, while its warmth quickly surrounded him. In return, he quickly closed the door behind him, keeping all the cold air outdoors, where it belongs.

For a few moments, Micheal leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath. The cafe felt so warm and so inviting; he almost forgot about all the bullshit he was put through today. Almost. But when he looked forward, there still wasn't anyone in here from the likes of it. Had the store been left open accidentally? No, that's not possible. No, it was more like...

“Oh-ho! Did I hear the bell?”

_She _was just taking her time.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of her heeled feet stepping against the smooth floors, echoed out against the cafe walls. Each time they 'Clicked!' Micheal jittered in place, as a blushing and almost hapless smile spread out over his lips. Her voice resonated in his ears, and he could already perfectly envision the woman, even before she revealed herself. The owner of Lady Like's, and without a doubt the most charming woman in all of Document City. The one, the only...

“Hey, Memu...”

“Oh! Mr. Dallas!”

Curvy. That word bounded around in Micheal's head like a ball against a wall. When she appeared from the back of the store, she was... curvy.

She was a squirrel, one of mature age and physique that put her as being older than him by... ten or so years. Her late thirties, her early forties; it didn't really matter. Despite her age, she looked as vibrant and as lively as a woman twenty years her junior. Maybe it was because of the pink mascara on her eyes, or the luscious red lipstick on her plump lips. Whatever the case may be, it made for a woman who was enthralling.

From head to toe she was adorned in blonde fur, one whose shade seemed to change with the lighting in the room. He had seen her body range from gilded like shimmering bars of gold, to a bright yellow like lovely daffodils. Regardless of the shading, she was always beautiful.

The blonde fur of the squirrel extended to her hair. It was luscious and curly, and tied into an elaborate bun at the back, while the front extended in these bouncy bangs which hung above her regal brown eyes.

The squirrel's figure was voluptuous, with her shoulders curvy, her hips wide, and her narrow waistline. How did Micheal know? Because despite living in a place like Document City, the squirrel was always wearing a slim dress which seemed to flaunt her physique. It hugged close to her body, exposing the great size of her bust, the width of her hips, even the thiccness of her thighs could be seen from the slit at the side of her dress.

Today's dress was magenta in color, she had an orange scarf tied around her neck, and... oh my word... was she wearing stockings? With a garter belt? Maybe he was looking down for a moment _too _long.

No matter what time of year, no matter when, she was _never _seen a hair out of place. The foppish squirrel was a paragon of feminine beauty and maturity, and seeing her was almost always an instant boon to Micheal's day. Now in the middle of heavy snow, the squirrel and her store exuded so much warmth against the cold air outside.

“Good evening, Mr. Dallas!” said the squirrel as she walked from behind the counter, a wide smile on her luscious lips.

“H-hey, Memu!” he replied with a slight blush on his lips as she greeted him.

She spoke with this elegant and regal accent, one that further elevated her as being someone not from Document City. It sounded like the tone a duchess would have from another country, perhaps... Europe? Though, he wasn't sure exactly where in Europe a person would sound like her, so maybe that's a moot point.

Memu was the owner of Lady Like's Chic Cafe, and was the titular Lady Like the eatery was named after, with her full name being Lady Memu Like. Yes, her first name actually _is _Lady. He thought it was a joke too. Thankfully, Memu goes by her middle name more often, otherwise things would get confusing.

“You're out zo late, Mr. Dallas,” said Memu as she put on a face of concern, “Are you okay? Iz everything fine?”

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” he replied as he sheepishly scratched at the back of her head, “I just got off from work. I was heading home, and was hoping you could serve me some hot chocolate on the way back? It would be a godsend, I assure you.”

“Ohohohohoho~! Of courze, Mr. Dallas, of courze,” said the squirrel as she turned and walked back for the counter behind her, “Anything for one of my favorite cuztomerz.”

Was that just her flattering him? Or was there some truth to her words? Micheal would be lying if he said he didn't come to her cafe more times than he really should. But could you blame him? It was on the way home, and she was always so warm and inviting. He'd be a fool to not enjoy her company.

Lady Like's Chic Cafe was always sparsely packed with people. Usually others just coming and going. But Micheal was like a constant. He could always be seen coming in for the morning, coming in at night, and sometimes, coming in during lunch.

For now, he sat at a table and leaned on his fist, watching as Memu got to work. A skilled barista, she matched her regal tone and stylings with flawless movements. Swiping a clean mug from nearby, the foppish squirrel activated her hot chocolate machine. It's buzzing was drowned out by the sound of her humming, which sounded as refined and elegant as befitting a woman of her caliber.

So beautiful... so perfect...

With a smile on her plump lips, Memu poured piping-hot water into the clean mug, filling it to the near brim. Then she grabbed a nearby bag of her special blend of chocolate, pouring the dust into her mug. Grabbing a spoon next, she swirled the chocolate around and around and around in the hot water, turning it a delicious brown.

But her brown eyes were certainly superior.

Still leaning on his fist, Micheal watched with unflinching eyes as Memu prepared his drink. Even with her big, bushy tail in the way, the squirrel's body was on full display. He watched those hips of hers saucily sway left and right, causing that peachy posterior of hers to shake before him. Left... right... left... right... oh man, it was perfect.

Memu was such a remarkable and beautiful woman. Age hadn't dulled her shine in the least bit. If anything, she shined brighter than anyone Micheal had ever met. How could he not be attracted to such a lovely woman? And when she spoke.

“Zo how vas your day, Mr. Dallas?”

He'd always tense up.

“It was fine!” he answered, before coughing in an attempt to save face, “I mean... ahem... it was fine. I just uh... worked as usual. Carrying packages and parcels all over Document City.”

“Even in the znow?”

“Yes... even in the snow,” he replied with a roll of his eyes, “The foreman was... particularly cruel today. Haaaaaah... come rain, sleet or snow, as he put it, we have to get those packages out.”

“Oooh... zo terrible,” Memu said as she looked over her shoulder, flashing him a smile, “But now you are here, and that iz all that matterz. Pleaze, allow me to zoothe zome of your vorriez.”

“Th-thanks, Memu,” said Micheal, this warm smile on his face as his cheeks turned red.

Was he shameless in his ogling of Memu? Some would say yes... but he'd argue that he was just appreciating the squirrel's beauty. Memu's vibrancy was infectious, and her regal demeanor was awe-inspiring. There's a reason why he visited her cafe so often, and it's not just because her drinks and sweets were good.

Because they weren't good... they were amazing!

“Here iz your hot chocolate, Mr. Dallas!” said Memu as she walked towards him with a tea cup and plate in hand, and this beaming smile on her lovely face, “I hope it iz to your liking!”

“Oh... heh... I'm sure it's _better _than that,” he replied as she sat down her cup before him, “Everything you touch... is gold, Memu.”

“Ohhh! Zuch a flatterer, you are, Mr. Dallas.”

She sat opposite of him at his table, sitting up right, where her glorious chest gave a soft bounce. But then she leaned over, just a smidgen, but that smidgen was enough to give him a view of her cleavage. Even with her scarf wrapped around her neck, nothing could completely block her chest, unless she pulled the dress up. And it's not like Micheal wanted her to do that!

Damn... he really was sounding like a sleazebag...

But how could he not when Memu was sitting opposite of him like she was now, with those plump, luscious lips of hers curled into a warm and affectionate smile? And those eyes, half closed, leering at him as her brown pupils glowed like diamonds! Micheal could only take a deep breath... and hold it there for a few moments.

“Okay... um... d-down the hatch,” he said as he lifted his cup of hot chocolate.

After breathing on it, he pressed the teacup to his lips, and began giving tertiary slurps; one, after another, after another.

The hot chocolate tasted better than 'amazing'. It was outright perfect. The perfect heat, the perfect texture, the perfect taste. Absolutely nothing was amiss with this drink in his hands. The sweetness, the cream of her milk, the slight twang of bitterness that mixed with her brief bits of vanilla; Memu truly created the perfect blend of chocolate milk. Micheal didn't think there was a such thing as a perfect cup of hot chocolate, until he had some of her blend.

“This is... mm... this is great, Memu,” he said, blushing as he pulled away.

“Ohohohohohoho~! Coming from you, that iz zuch a compliment, Mr. Dallas,” she replied, “I am zo happy that I can continue to imprezz and pleaze my mozt ardent of cuztomerz.”

“M-me? Your most ardent of customers? C-c'mon! There's... there's bound to be others who visit your cafe more than me!”

“No! No other people vizit az much az you, Mr. Dallas!” she replied whilst clapping her hands together, “But I hope you do not take that az an inzult! Quite the oppozite! You are a vonderful cuztomer! Abzolutely my favorite!”

“Uhhh...!”

Rubbing his knuckle against his temple, Micheal blushed furiously, while Memu continued giving him a beaming smile. The fact that no one visited her cafe as much as he did, was quite embarrassing in all honesty. If he was trying to hide his attraction to her, he was doing a really awful job of it!

Perhaps Memu sensed his embarrassment, because next she said,

“I really appreciate your vizitz, Mr. Dallas. Even though you do not talk all the time, your prezence iz alvayz a velcome one. Vhen I firzt opened my shop lazt year, you vere one of my firzt cuztomerz. And vith your conztant viziting, I quickly made it my mizzion to remember your requeztz. Your favorite blend of hot coffee, your favorite blend of hot chocolate, even your preferred apple pie; I remembered it all,” she smiled, her beaming face completely overwhelming his gaze, “It makez me zo happy to make _you _zo happy!”

“I... uh...”

“Oh! Before I get avay from myzelf!' Memu stood up, “You juzt got off from vork, no? Then allow me to make for you zomething to eat before you make your leave!”

“N-no... I really shouldn't,” said Micheal as he stood up from the table, “I should get out of your hair, Memu. I... I should head home before it gets... before...” he turned his head, facing the window. His eyes grew wide, “Before the snow gets too... bad...?”

It was too late for that.

His mouth agape, Micheal stumbled over towards the windows of Memu's cafe, where he saw nothing but white. And, no, not white as in it snowing so hard that it was difficult to see. No, he saw nothing but white because the snow had piled up that high! What once was snow that came up to his knees, was now snow that came up to his chest!

How did that happen!? Was he so focused on Memu that he didn't realize what was going on outside? Well... yeah, yeah he was. The snow storm he was once marching through, had transformed into a blizzard. Now he was trapped inside of Memu's cafe, at least until the city's workers were able to clean up enough snow for him to get out of here. How long would that take?

Probably all night.

“Oh dear!” said Memu as she walked up to the windows as well, “Vhen did thiz happen? It iz zo thick outzide! The znow haz gotten zo high!”

“Aaaaaaahh... ooooh maaaaaan...” Micheal muttered as he palmed his face with his hand, “Urrrrgggh... I really goofed there, didn't I?”

“Vhat? No goof!” replied Memu, before bumping her hip with his, “That juzt meanz you get to zpend more time with me! Oh! To zpend time with zuch a young man!” she palmed her cheeks and smiled, a gleeful blush appearing on her cheeks, “Thiz iz zo immoral! And yet, my heart iz thumping in my chezt!”

Micheal looked over, appearing sheepish, while Memu was smiling and beaming. Even with the cold so close by, the warmth resonated by the voluptuous squirrel was stronger than any heater, any fire. It was hard to be negative when in her presence, and Micheal felt a begrudged smile appearing on his lips. She was right; at least he got to spend more time with her.

“Come here, come here,” said Memu, ushering him back to his chair, “Zit right here, Mr. Dallas. I vill be your hozt vhile ve vait for the znow to be moved azide. Zuch lucky timing for you too! I juzt baked an apple pie! Let me zlice you a piece!”

“Haaaah...”

Dammit... Memu was just _too _kind!

Sitting back down at his table, Micheal turned and watched as the squirrel scurried to the oven in her store. Back behind the counter was not just a barista's station, but beyond it was a fully stocked kitchen. And though Lady Like's Chic Cafe may not have been a full on restaurant, the squirrel who ran it certainly had enough culinary skill to outdo fully-trained chefs!

When Memu returned, in her hands was this silver tray and pan. She rested them upon the counter top of her cafe, then opened the pan, sending this lovely and delicious fragrance throughout the air. Whatever frustrations Micheal was feeling were instantly melted away as he got up to his feet and walked over towards the counter. And what did he see gazing back at him? Why, the greatest _apple pie he's _ever _seen! The bred was golden, the red slits seemed to glow, and that apple scent danced in his nose. And... oh my... was that a taste of _cinnamon? So good!

A smile spread out over Micheal's lips as he took heavy whiff after heavy whiff of Memu's perfect pie. It was so good and he was so enthralled, that he almost dove in, face first, regardless of how hot it was! Thankfully, Memu was there, placing her hands upon the edge of her pie and pulling it back.

“No, no! Not yet, Mr. Dallas!” she said as she gave him a smile, “Let me cut you a zlice firzt! You are like my zon! Zo hazty!”

Stricken by such a revelation, Micheal responded with,

“Your... zon...? I mean... s-son...? You're a mother...?”

His stomach turned a bit, while Memu looked at him with a teasing smirk on her face. She didn't answer him, instead giving him a knowing look that said 'Well... duh'. And of course the answer would be a big, fat 'Duh!' Like, in what world is a woman like Memu alone? With her age and beauty, someone somewhere along the way would have wooed her. He found it impossible to believe otherwise.

Now he felt _twice _as terrible. Day in and day out he came here just to ogle another man's wife!? Thank the heaven's he never ran into Mr. Like, or else he would have throttled his neck! Though... it is odd how it's only _now _that he's been made aware of Memu's family. He's been coming here for a year or so now, and he's done it so often that he's her most frequent customer. So how has he never seen her family before? Not a son, not a husband, no nothing.

How odd...

But before Micheal could think about it for too long, Memu returned. In her hand were two plates, each one containing a slice of apple pie. Its sight and its smell both made Micheal's stomach growl, and caused drool to hang from his lips. He'll deal with the disappointment of the squirrel being married later; right now, he wanted to eat!

He didn't have to wait long before Memu handed him a fork and knife.

Cutting into his pie, the drooling young man gleefully began to tear into his meal. Was it sloppy? Yeah. Was it embarrassing? Of course! But Memu didn't seem to mind. She smiled at him, blushed too, watching as he ate his pie; bite after bite after bite. Besides, he just got off from many long hours of work; cut him some slack!

“Nomph! Mmmm! Nopmh! Mmmph! Nmph! Oooh...!”

Every bite of this sweet pie sent a surge through Micheal's body. It all tasted so good, so perfect! The apples, the cinnamon, the sugary sweetness, the sliver of paper, it was all immaculate!

Wait...

Sliver of... paper?

“Glk?”

“Oh? Vhat iz the matter?”

Micheal's eyes widened as his tongue rolled a piece of paper around in his mouth. It was so long, that bits of it was sticking out from between his lips! Grabbing it, he slowly pulled the paper out of his mouth, and hung it before him. It was long and thin, like a ticket. Made of a durable material as well, Micheal was able to flatten the sliver of paper out as he ran his eyes along its surface.

It was thin and yellow, with pink _hearts _drawn upon its surface. Head cocked to one side, Micheal tried to decipher what this ticket was, but there was no discernible writing on its surface. Slowly he looked up, gazing at the squirrel he sat with.

Her hands were on her cheeks, her eyes wide, her mouth was gaping in a visage of shock, and her cheeks were incredibly red.

“Memu... wh... what is this...?” Micheal asked.

“Oh my!” she replied, her head shaking left and right as her lips curled into a blushing smile, “I cannot believe...”

“Believe... what...?” he asked, though she again shook her head.

“Let me zee that ticket firzt, Mr. Dallas...”

“Um... s-sure...”

Slowly he handed the ticket to her, watching as Memu took a few moments to appraise it. He didn't distrust the squirrel, and doubted that she cooked the pie with the ticket in it. That's just not a mistake someone like Memu would make! Though... he couldn't rationalize a way for that piece of paper to get into his pie. Now she was taking it to the back, but to do what with it? Well...

Micheal waited. And he waited. And he waited. Several moments passed with him sitting there, all alone in the cafe. He looked over to the window, and yeah, he was still snowed in. Then he looked back at the counter, and the wall that separated him from Memu. What was she doing back there? And what was that ticket? Why did it have _hearts _on it? What was going on?

Well...

“Mr. Dallas... could you pleaze look this vay for me?”

“Um... y-yeah... uuuuuhhhhhh...?”

Micheal looked over, his eyes falling on Memu. The squirrel had returned, only something about her was different. And what was that difference? Well... her everything.

Gone was that refined and elegant dress she wore. Replacing it were robes. Bath robes. They were black in color, and held tight to her body, hugging her curves, her hips, her shoulders, her bust, and her waistline thanks to how tight the sash was tied around her. But the middle was split, just a bit, offering Micheal a glimpse of Memu's bust. Matching it at the bottom, the robes were open, giving him yet another view of her amazing legs, and the garter belt she wore. But that's all it was; glimpses and views, which taunted him.

But... uh...there is one very important question here, and it's... um...

WHY WAS SHE WEARING THIS!?

“M-M-Memu!? Wh-what's going on!?” Micheal asked as he leaned back in his chair.

But the squirrel didn't answer. Instead she smirked at him, even batted her thick eyelashes at him. Walking forward, the hips of the foppish squirrel swayed left and right, further taunting Micheal with her every step. He tried to settle his nerves, tried to make sense of the situation, but Memu and her overwhelming beauty quickly took hold of the situation.

“You found my ticket, Mr. Dallas,” she said, further confusing him.

“Your... ticket...? That thing in the pie?” he asked, to which she nodded.

“But of courze, Mr. Dallas...” she answered... before shaking her head, “Micheal... finding my ticket givez you a zecret menu item that only you are allowed to have. And that menu item, iz me. Zo pleaze...” grabbing the middle of her sash, she began pulling it apart, “Enjoy my body to your heartz content.”

Before Micheal could speak, Memu pulled apart the sash holding up her robes, causing it to fall slack on her body. He looked down the middle, panting and watching with unflinching eyes as she slowly pulled open her robes, revealing her gilded body beneath, and her glorious physique. Just like he knew it, Memu's midsection was narrow, her hips were wide, and her chest was so busty. Perhaps even _more _busty than he thought it was before, since it wasn't being squeezed by her dress. However, it was all contained in such erotic undergarments. Her chest was squeezed and lifted by an elegant brassier, which cradled her glorious bust. Down below, her hips were framed by a regal garter belt, which hugged and wrapped around her curves, and had clips which extended down to her stockings. And right there, in the middle, perfectly covering her womanhood, was her panties.

Micheal was still struggling to parse what Memu had told him, but his body certainly wasn't. The erotic and mature squirrel was standing before him, half naked, with the most sexy and alluring pair of lingerie cradling her body. Coupled with his already blatant attraction, was it any surprise that his body was as hot as molten lava? Because it was! Oooooh, fuck, it was!

Mouth closed, Micheal sat there and breathed hard through his nostrils. His eyes darted up and down again and again, while his mind struggled to think of something to say, anything. Memu however, smirked, then crossed her arms beneath her bountiful bosom.

“You are ztunned zilent by my beauty, no?” she said, before blushing in a cutesy manner, “You are making the heart of thiz old woman beat fazter and fazter, Micheal! I am zo flattered!”

“F-flattered? Old woman!?” he repeated, before launching up from his chair, “Memu, you are fucking beautiful! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! I mean... look at you!” he placed his hands upon her hands, grabbing them as he leaned in, “I don't give a damn how old you are, you _deserve _to be marveled at!”

“Oh... oh my~”

Memu looked up at him momentarily, before blushing and looking away. His words made her ears twitch like mad, while her cheeks turned redder and redder. She even bashfully swayed her hips left to right. But then her eyes looked back up, meeting Micheal's as her smile grew more... erotic.

“Vell... I am your meal until you are zatiated, zo...” she pushed out her chest, “Pleaze, Micheal, enjoy yourzelf on my body.”

“Oh... shit...” he muttered back, his eyes dropping down to gaze upon her body again, “I can't believe this is happening...”

“Do you wizh to ztop?”

“Hell no...”

Her body... Memu's perfect _body, was his to _feast _upon. What does he do? What would anyone do when given this much power? Micheal struggled to think of where to do first, what to touch first, what to _squeeze. But when he gave it more than a few second's thought, he realized exactly what he wanted to do first.

“Mmmf!”

“Hmm...!”

Micheal kissed _her. He pressed his lips up to her plump lips, taking her into a deep, deep kiss. Either Memu anticipated it, or she was that quick to move along, for the foppish squirrel parted her lips, allowing him to dine on her at his own speed. Micheal hugged her, drawing her body close to his, while his tongue pushed into her mouth. At first he was hesitant, maybe even a bit rusty. It had been a while since he last kissed a woman with such ferocity. But then he began picking up the pace once he got back into the groove of things, where he realized Memu was a remarkable _dancer.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, the two kissed one another in a manner both gentle yet strong. Gentle in the pace, yes, but strong in the desire. Every push of their tongues drew clicks and moans, which traveled from the two.

Memu... tasted goooood. No, she tasted better than that; she tasted fucking amazing. Having her sweetness dance on his tongue, was better than her coffee, better than her hot chocolate, better than her apple pies! The more he kissed her, the more he desired her, causing his hands to grip her body in a needy, almost _possessive _manner.

Memu didn't mind. She clung back to Micheal, deepening the kiss and leaning back as she let him take control. Her chest pressed to his chest, flattening her bountiful bosom against him. He twitched, then groaned as he felt those luscious and lovely tits of hers.

Right... he had an entire body to enjoy, didn't he? Well...

Dropping his hands, Micheal placed them on Memu's hips, drawing a playful gasp from her lips. He was a young man with a blue collar job, one used to carrying heavy boxes to and fro. Now those strong, powerful hands, were stroking along the curvature of her hips and waist. They slid up... and then slid down... causing Memu to bite into her bottom lip and nod excitedly.

“You are very good at thiz,” she whispered, “Aaaaah~”

His hands slid up to her chest, pressing against the bottom of her tits. Through her bra, he squeezed her bosom, feeling how _soft _they were. They bent between his feelings, spilling through the cracks, regardless of the bra she was wearing. All the while, his powerful touches...

“Aaah~ haaah~ ooooh~”

Began drawing passionate and pleasurable gasps from Memu's lips.

Such erotic sounds; they danced in Micheal's ears, and further spurned him to touch her more. Reaching around with one hand, he cupped it upon the curvature of the squirrel's ass, and squeezed it tight into his fingers. Her butt was like her tit; endlessly soft, and fucking squeezable. Drawing a sharper gasp from Memu's lips, this was followed by a yip of surprise when Micheal fully pulled her in.

“Mmmf!”

“Oh~! Micheal~!”

His lips pressed to her neck and shoulder, hungrily kissing and biting upon her. She was his meal, right? Right now, he was eating her like she was! Biting and licking and suckling on her flesh and fur, he tasted the true greatness of her body! And that sent heat rushing straight towards his loins.

But Micheal's hands did not remain idle. They stroked, and groped, and kneaded at every inch of Memu's flesh as he could reach. He felt her fur bend beneath his every touch, as he stroked her figure and pleased her. More groans of lust left her lips as her head tipped back, letting loose an erotic cry of need.

“Oh?”

And then Micheal pulled her knee up, and Memu felt something throbbing push back against her thigh.

She looked down, gazing through the slight glimpses between their bodies, where she saw his hard member press through his pants and rub against her legs. Ooooh, it was so big! Its slightest touches sent shivers down Memu's spine, and made her mind race with thoughts. When was the last time she had been with a lover, let alone one as well-endowed as him?

Too long.

“Auugh~!”

Moving in, Micheal pushed Memu up against her counter top, resting her soft butt on its surface. His hungers were still strong, forcing him to dine on her body with kisses, suckles, and nibbles. Mouth open, the foppish squirrel let out warbling cries of pleasure, which danced in the air. The sounds of her pleasure was almost as good as the taste of her body... but only almost.

Let's face it here, Memu had an amazing body.

Pulling back with spit-stained lips, Micheal gazed upon Memu's voluptuous body, where his heart began to beat faster. She laid on the surface of her counter, her arms still wrapped around his neck, while panting breathes left her lips. But then she closed her eyes, and those lips curled into a luscious and womanly smile.

Those red... plump... lips!

“Mmmf!”

“Hmmm~!”

Micheal pressed his lips to Memu's sharing a kiss with the squirrel that she gleefully shared back. Her lips tasted just as good as her body, and her tongue was so skilled. He knew that – at any moment – she could easily take control over the situation if she so chose. That excited him even more!

Memu's tongue... just what could she do with it?

Pop!

But he didn't think about it for too long. Pulling away from her plump lips, Micheal took heavy breaths as his eyes glanced down her voluptuous body, where they locked on... her chest. Just, fuck, look at her breasts! They were the biggest, more glorious set of tits he's ever seen! So big! So shapely! And the way they moved up and down, perfectly in sync with her every breath, was just the icing on the proverbial cake!

If this was a cafe, then Memu's body was a whole fucking bakery!

Licking his lips, Micheal kept his eyes glued on the foppish squirrel's tits. He remained like that for a few moments, not moving, just watching. Watching as she breathed, watching as her hands came up, watching as she groped her own soft tits before his unflinching eyes.

Memu squeezed them through her bra, showing, no, _flaunting _how malleable they were, how soft. Her fingers just went in, and in... and in! They were so big! And then she moved her tits up... and let them drop with an audible--

Plap!

And then she moved her tits up... and let them drop with an audible--

Plap!

One more time. She moved her tits up... and let them drop with an audible--

Plap!

And Micheal watched. How could he not watch? How could he do anything but stare at her breasts as they went up and down, up and down, up and down. She kneaded her bosom like dough, and it made his fingers grasp at the air with twitchy movements.

“You like my breazt, do you not, Micheal?”

“I _love _your breasts...” he replied breathlessly, “They're so big... so perfect...”

“Then pleaze, enjoy them,” she cooed, her honey-soaked words drifting into his ears, “You pulled my ticket. My body iz yourz to feed upon.”

Leaning up slightly, Memu reached around to her back, where she undid the clips of her bra. One... two... and her tits softly fell, expanding to fill space now that her bra had been undone. Micheal's eyes widened. The foppish squirrel's bountiful, busty breasts, were now exposed before him! Their tear-drop shape, their luscious fur, their hard pink nipples; it all stood before him, waiting to be _feasted _upon!

Grab!

“Oooh~!?”

So Micheal feasted!

Grabbing Memu by the back, he pulled the voluptuous beauty straight towards his face, surrounding his head in the wonderful warmth of her breasts. Those lovely and large tits cradled his head, surrounding him on all sides in her pillowy mounds. Felt amazing. Felt better _than amazing. It felt _perfect! A smile spread out on Micheal's lips as he hugged Memu's tits close, and though she couldn't see it, she could feel it!

Oh, boys and boobs. Could you name a better duo?

Well... maybe boys and butts. Though, with how Micheal was kneading her ass earlier, he may not be too shy with her butt either! Oh, it made Memu's heart race!

His mouth opening, Micheal captured one of her plump nipples into his mouth, and he sucked on it... hard! A heavy slurping noise echoed out as he drew the hardened nub between his lips, lathering it with his drool as he tasted from her body. And what a wonderful taste it was! Maybe Memu had been working at her cafe for too long, for her body carried with it this sweet taste. The more he sucked on her nipples, the sweeter she tasted, being superior to her own apple pie!

Putting it lightly, Micheal was enthralled! He kept sucking on her tits, moaning into her body, and causing Memu to moan in turn. The way he drew on her breasts, sent rushing waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her tits were so sensitive, something she didn't realize until this young man was so hungrily sucking on her tits! If he sucked on her this hard, he would... would...

“Mmmm!?”

“Huaah~! Oh... Micheaaal~”

Micheal's eyes widened and he pulled back. Hanging on his tongue and traveling down towards her chest, was breast milk! Sweet, delicious, breast milk! Scratch what he said before; _now _was when Memu tasted sweeter than her her own apple pie!

Blushing, the voluptuous squirrel placed her hands upon her tits, and again kneaded them before Micheal's eyes. But to his and her own continued surprise, even _more _milk started flowing from Memu's tits! Look, she is a mother! A mother of two no less! But this was still shocking! She thought she was done producing milk when her daughter went to college! To think she still had so much milk in her tanks.

No wonder her chest had been so heavy as of late...

Her delicious breast milk streamed out of her nipples and down her tits and fingers, where they stained her fur and even the counter top beneath them. Watching it flow and flow and flow, caused Micheal's thirst to again explode. And when they exploded, he attacked her again!

“Nmmmph!”

“HAAAUUHH~!”

Even more so than before, Memu's tits were so sensitive! And whether or not the young man who nursed from her bosom knew it, he was sucking on her so damn hard! She felt every finite inch of milk as it surged through her tits, out of her nipples, and into his awaiting mouth. Suckle, after suckle, after suckle! Milk, and more milk, and more milk! Micheal clutched Memu's body close like it was a precious treasure, while his rumbling lips continued drawing more of her heavenly milk into her body.

Her back arching, the foppish squirrel let loose a near endless stream of moans and groans, which filled her cafe without end. With trembling eyes, she reached around the edge of her counter, and grasped for something out of view. Not that Micheal cared; he was too focused on draining her tits free of milk. What could possibly take his mind off of this?

Clklklklklklklklklklklklk!

Oh... that. What was that? Well, that was the sound of a can being shaken.

Despite not wanting too, curiosity won out, and Micheal pulled himself away from Memu's milky tits. And his eyes grew wide. The squirrel was grinning at him, for in one hand was a bottle of chocolate syrup, and in the other hand was a can of whip cream.

“Vould you like zome cream and chocolate vith your meal, Micheal?” she asked.

“Fuck yes...” he replied.

Giggling so hard and loud that it dominated his ears, Memu brought her bottles of toppings towards her chest. Micheal wouldn't breath, couldn't think, he just watched as the voluptuous squirrel began applying chocolate and whip cream to her body.

Sssshhhhhh!

Squirrrrrt!

“Aaahh!”

He was like boy in a very lewd candy shop.

All on her own chest, Memu applied chocolate and whip cream upon her flesh and fur. They traveled down her bosom in seemingly random lines, stroking and cutting, left to right, up to down, in diagonal angles and everything! Black on black, white on white, black on white, white on black; it all looked like a mess! But when Micheal pulled back and got a good view of her breasts he saw that she had drawn a pattern on her chest. Perfect lines were drawn on her body, creating a crosshatch pattern that produced tiny squares which ran all along her tits and nipples.

Micheal felt bad for the _mess _he was about to make. But he got over it rather quickly!

“NOMPH!”

“OH~ MY~!”

So good! So delicious! So amazing! The sugar of the chocolate combined with the sweetness of the whip cream, which both combined with Memu's breast milk, creating without a doubt the _greatest _drink of Micheal's entire life! Like a sloppy child, he slurped and swallowed as much of her milk and body as he could, feeling the whip cream and chocolate syrup mix in his mouth. Shit, this was too good! Every taste spurned him to get more, which drove him to suck more, which inspired him to get more! An endless cycle!

Not that Memu minded. Plump lips in the shape of an 'o', the voluptuous squirrel let loose endless moans which filled the air around her. Her hands cradled his head all the while, pulling Micheal more into her bosom. Lick more! Suck more! Drink more! Keep going until all the toppings were gone! Keep going until her tits were dry!

But Micheal didn't. He didn't keep going until the toppings were gone; they were still drizzled on her tits like some sordid cake! And he didn't keep going until her tits were dry; milk still bounced well within her bosom. But he started moving back, leaving Memu's body and standing tall before her. She looked back, her eyes slightly glossed over as she wondered what he was doing.

He palmed his chest. Why was he still wearing clothes?

Swip! Fwip!

“Oh my~!”

In a matter of seconds that could be described as lightning fast, Micheal removed his top from his chest, unveiling his broad, strong body. The toned figure, the strong muscles, the vigor of youth; all of it had been honed by his many years of hard labor. Yes, he was still a young man, but he's been working since his teenage years when he took his first job as a mover. Putting it lightly...

Micheal had strength in spades.

And now that strength – that burning power of a young man – was focused entirely on Memu. The voluptuous squirrel trembled beneath him as excitement traveled through every fiber of her being. Biting into her bottom lip, she nodded, giving him the go ahead to do _whatever _it was he wanted to. She'd take it... oooh, she'd take all of it!

She is his meal, after all...

Placing his hands upon the surface, Micheal framed Memu's body beneath his. Now that he was shirtless, the mature squirrel thought he was going to enjoy her breasts again. But this time, he thought about eating something else. This time, he wanted some honey with his milk!

Micheal grabbed Memu's panties, causing her breath to get caught in her throat. Without hesitation, he started dragging those regal pair of panties down her thicc thighs and hips. Inch by inch by glorious inch it traveled, revealing her pelvis to his unflinching eyes. Such plump labia, such a hard clit, and it was all oozing her honey.

“Oh... Micheal~” Memu moaned as she placed her hands above her cunt, “I zee you are a man of exquizite tazte. Could it be that you vould like to zample my... finezt azzet~?”

He looked down at her sweltering cunt... and licked his lips.

Then he descended... down... down... doooowwwwwn... and...

“Nmm...”

“Oooooh~~~!”

Gripping the edge of her counter, Memu sat up as Micheal began dining on her cunt. And 'dining' was certainly the best word for it. His lips press and ground against her folds, while his tongue hungrily licked and slurped against her. While rusty, it was clear to the squirrel that this was something he had done before. Micheal was no nubile virgin; he knew how to please a woman. And after a few seconds, he found his stride, where he _really _began putting his tongue to work!

“Aaaah~! Oooh~ Zo goood!” Memu cried as her pussy quivered around his tongue.

Delving that pink muscle of his inside of her, Micheal writhed his tongue within the squirrel's sweltering slit. Her walls clamped down upon his tongue, but he undulated it in such a way that it felt like a _snake _was twisting within her cunt. Memu's eyes widened and more cries of pleasure left her lips. Her legs even crossed around his head, bounding him more against her pussy. But that's exactly where Micheal wanted to be!

Reaching up, he clutched Memu's legs and thighs, holding them closer to his head as he continued feasting on her pussy. Her folds were spread apart by her kissing lips, and her clit was ground between his teeth, causing the sweet nectar of her cunt to ooze straight into his maw. The taste and the odor both mixed together, matching the sweet drink he had up above.

Memu's body was an endless smorgasbord of taste and pleasure. Whether he be kissing her, or licking her body, or sucking from her tits, or eating out her cunt, there was not one area of her form that did not carry with it this remarkable taste! And with the softness of her form, and the sweetness of her smell, her body produced nothing but ecstasy!

And Micheal was swimming in that ecstasy. It flooded into his mouth, and danced on his tongue. Memu's soft pussy kept pushing back against his tongue, while her surprisingly tight depths clung on his tongue in an attempt to draw him in deeper. He moaned into her cunt, sending rumbles through her body which went straight to Memu's brain. And her brain told her one thing.

“Zpema! Zpema! Zpeeemaaaaaa~~~!”

Zpema...? What did that mean?

SQURRRRT!!!

Oh... _that's _what that meant!

Eyes wide, Micheal's mouth was flooded with Memu's delicious climax. And 'delicious' was definitely the word for it. It tasted soooooo good! It was the most raw taste of the squirrel he had, aside from her breast milk! This honey had this sour tang to it, but it was laced with... vanilla? Yes, vanilla! A sweet vanilla flavor, with a sour twang, and an aftertaste that left Micheal wanting more.

“Slrrrrk! Pop! Aaah!”

“Hoooooh~!”

But he stopped.

Pulling away from Memu's cunt, he watched as her thighs twitched and wobbled, while her honey oozed down his lips and chin. Such a delicious pussy; it took everything in his power to not go back for seconds. Hell, he may end up with thirds, if not fourths before the night was over. And it was going to be a loooooooong night.

Eyes closed, a blissful expression appeared on Memu's face, and she bit on her finger. Such an amazing orgasm; far greater than the ones she could give herself with her toys at night. It just couldn't beat having such a vigorous young man dine on her cunt. Laying there, the voluptuous squirrel took a few moments to settle her nerves, though she heard Micheal stand up... and then she heard the--

Click...

And...

Clack...

Of his belt.

Memu's eyes snapped open, and she looked down. Right there before her eyes was Micheal's thick, long, burly cock. It throbbed in the air, veins ran down its sides, and precum oozed from the tip. And right there at the very bottom, were Micheal's big, hefty balls.

He was containing that in his pants!? Look, Memu's no young girl anymore, but even she would give pause with such a thing. And with the stamina he no doubt had, coupled with the power he's already displayed, it had the squirrel swallowing her spit. Apprehension was beginning to grip her, but it also gave way to excitement.

Micheal didn't say a word; he didn't need to say a word. His body said more words than his lips could ever convey. Reaching out for the voluptuous squirrel, he placed one hand on her hip and thigh, while the other hand grabbed his cock. In response, she spread her legs open while he moved forward, and watched as his thick, burly length began grinding up against her sweltering, soft folds. So big... so hot! Even the slightest touches of it began burning Memu up!

“Zo cloze,” she whimpered, her plump lips spreading into a blushing smile, “Zo cloze, Micheal...”

Her bashful yet excited whispers echoed into his ears, while he kept pressing the head of his dick against her malleable folds. They softly bent against the head of his dick as he moved it up and down. Was he teasing her? She didn't take him as the teasing time. Or maybe... maybe he was preparing her. To have such a gifted lover - her first in a long, long time - she may need to catch her breath, especially after enjoying such a great climax. Yes, she needed to take her time, to pace herself, to close her eyes and lay back on the counter... before Micheal truly began to fuck her.

THWAP!

“OOOOH-HOOOOOH~~~!”

Memu launched up, her eyes wide as she gave a howling moan from her luscious lips. All she saw were hearts as Micheal's thick length pushed as deep into her pussy as it could go. And that? That's a lot of cock! It beat down the defenses of her pussy, spreading apart her folds as his dick quickly kissed up to her uterus. With its big size and how deep it reached, Memu swore she could see the outline of his cock against her stomach.

Or maybe that was just the shear delirium of orgasmic ecstasy that took over her.

“Hnnnngggg~!?”

Speaking of orgasmic ecstasy...

As soon as she felt the fullness of Micheal's cock penetrate her pussy, Memu suffered a soft climax. It wasn't as powerful as the one she had before, but it was no less noticeable. She sent her juices down his length, staining his cock, his balls, and the counter top beneath them. And inside, her pussy tightened hard around his cock, being a vice so strong that Micheal couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

But he didn't want to. He wanted to be right here, right inside of her.

Memu's back arched like a 'C' as she came on his dick, and her eyes clamped shut as more moans left her lips. It all happened quicker than a minute, but not in Micheal's eyes. Watching her suffer yet another orgasm, seemed to go on for an eternity. He never wanted to forget such a beautiful image ever again.

Whump!

“Aaah~! Hoooh~! Ooooh~! Meine cieuz~!”

Sweat dripped down Memu's brow as she slipped into her native tongue. Micheal had never heard her speak fully in her home language, and though he didn't know what it was, he knew it sounded beautiful. It was exotic... erotic! And he wanted to hear more.

His cock throbbed inside of her pussy, causing Memu to look up. Gazing upon Micheal's body, she watched him tighten with muscles and vigor, while his hands gripped her hips and thighs. Oh, she knew what was coming next, so she just laid back and accepted it. Micheal would not disappoint.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“AAAH~! HAAH~! HAAH~! AH~! AAAAH~!”

Back and forth, he drove his dick into Memu's sweltering cunt. Her soft folds bent around his dick, letting him slide out, and then tightening whenever he thrusted back in. Every push sent a quake through her body, making her flesh roll and tits bounce. It all sprung up and down, quivering like the ground beneath them was shaking. Micheal was so strong, Memu feared she'd be launched right off her counter from how powerful his fucking was!

But he kept his grip tight on her thighs, keeping her in place as his burly length pushed in and out, in and out, in and out! Panting hard, he kept his eyes glued on her voluptuous and mature body, watching it react from his every push, his every thrust, his every fuck! He felt her pussy clinch around his dick, he watched her tits furiously bounce beneath her chin, and he watched her face as she let loose an endless stream of erotic moans.

But those breasts... those big, busty, bountiful, breasts!

Whip cream and chocolate syrup were still oozing down her curvy tits, while from her nipples streamed an endless river of breast milk. Her climaxes caused her to produce more of her delicious substance, like she was a dairy cow just waiting to be milked! Such an erotic display spurned Micheal's desires all the more, causing him to drive his hips even harder and faster into her body!

But this wasn't enough. He needed more... he _demanded _more! And he knew how he'd get that 'more'.

“Oh~!?”

To Memu's surprise, Micheal grabbed her leg, and then lifted it up. Eyes wide, she was both surprised by his strength and tenacity, but also by her own limberness. Her leg was laid flat along his body, exposing more of her cunt to his powerful thrusting! In this position, she was utterly and truly trapped; nothing could free her from his grasp and control! And he was poised to abuse this fact!

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAHAHHHAAAH ~~! PARADIZCOM~~~! PARADIZCOM~~~!!!”

Micheal was fucking Memu so hard and so deep, that her tits bounced even _harder _than they had before! They were a blur, where they smacked hard against her chin and chest with such ferocity, that chocolate drizzle, sweet cream, and delicious breast milk, was splattered every where! It got on her counter, on Micheal's chest, on the floor, hell, she wouldn't be surprised if some even reached the ceiling!

But deep down below, his cock grew even harder within her refined pussy, Micheal could feel his lusts start to bubble up... and finally tip over! Memu felt it too! His dick was as hard as a diamond, and twice as powerful! His veins stood so proud, and he endlessly oozed precum into her cunt! So hot! So thick! So copious! He was about to--

“ZPEMA ~~~! ZPEMAAAA~~~! ZZZZPEEEEMMAAAA~~~!!!”

Well... she asked for it...

SPLLURRRRTT!!!

“Aah!”

“HOOOOOH~~~!”

Memu's eyes widened, her face flinching. In that moment, she felt shear bliss. Another climax. Micheal gave her another climax! This one wasn't as loud as before however, but it was no less strong. Her entire body trembled, her fur stood on end, and her pussy held so tight, that not even the jaws of life would be able to pull him free from her folds.

But all of this was minor compared to what he did.

Deep in Memu's cunt, Micheal unleashed a steaming load of jizz which quickly filled every inch of her hot cunt. Pink walls were painted white as he tanked a load so big and so thick, that it exploded from her pussy in lines of spunk that splattered upon his dick and balls. And it wasn't just one, but several! Whenever she thought her young lover was done, he detonated another bomb of cum which spurted, and shot, and exploded from her folds, making a dirty mess of his hips and thighs, her hips and thighs, and the counter beneath them.

What felt like forever was only a few seconds. The two sat there, panting and breathing, desperately trying to catch their breaths, before Micheal laid Memu's leg back down. And then he sloooowwwwwlllyyyyy pulled out of her cunt, making high-pitched moans and whimpers leave her lips as his dick left her sweltering folds. And once it did...

Splrt! Spurrt! Spurrt!

“Aaah~!”

The cum he kept contained within, came spurting out of her folds, making even a bigger mess than was already created. Not that either of them minded.

It took some time for her to catch her breath, but it didn't stop a pleased smile from spreading on Memu's lips. This was glorious. Amazing! The squirrel's voluptuous body shuddered as she settled down from their combined climaxes. And then she giggled, before batting her eyelashes at the man before her.

“Zuch a... vonderful performance, Micheal,” she cooed, “Maybe I zhould give you a pozition in my cafe. You've created zuch a... vonderful creampie... ohohohoho~”

Placing her hand on her stomach, Memu slowly stroked them down her body, bringing them to her cunt. She could feel the heat of his cum, bubbling within her snatch. And when she gripped her labia by the sides, she caused more of his seed to sinfully slide out.

“Zo... much...” Memu whispered as she leaned back, her eyes closing in a blissful manner.

Tap!

“Oh?”

But it wasn't done yet.

Leaning back up, the foppish squirrel stared down towards Micheal's hips... and his still rigid length! He just came inside of her with such intensity that seed was _still _sliding out of her pussy, and yet he was already this hard this fast!? Memu's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shear surprise, before quickly snapping back up to her face.

Ah... the virility of youth! It was so exciting! Again she could feel trepidation bubble within her core, making her wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. Micheal was a hungry young man, and he wouldn't be stop until he had finally been satiated. How long would that take? Could she possibly please him when he was this gifted?

But Memu was confident in her skills. She may not have age on her side, but she had experience. And with all the fucking that had gone on thus far, she was going to use that experience on him. But first... a taste of her own...

“Micheal...” Memu whispered as she pushed him back slightly, “Please, sit back, and-- ah!?”

Oh... well... this is embarrassing. All that fucking really made her legs weak.

As Micheal stepped back, Memu fell on her knees, her eyes wide with genuine surprise. But when he attempted to help her back to her feet, she shook her head. No, no, she was fine; she wasn't that old! Gently she pushed against Micheal, guiding him to the chair in the center of the store, where he sat down. Then the voluptuous squirrel – smiling up in such a sordid manner – crawled up to him, and spread his legs open wide.

Oh dear. Oh my, oh dear! Despite feeling this long, powerful cock just care out her pussy mere moments ago, Memu was surprised by how_ big_ it was! It stood between his legs like a tower, throbbing and pulsating, and smelling of their combined bodies. His sweat, her sweat, his cum, her cum; it all mixed together on his dick, and gleefully twitched before her eyes. Taunting her... teasing her... making her mouth water.

Memu's eyes closed and her head drifted forward. Such a beautiful woman. Her puffy cheeks, her mascara-laden face, her lipstick-stained lips. It all came forward towards his dick, as she opened her mouth and hung out her tongue.

“Mmmff!”

“Haaaaaah...!”

A warm sigh left Micheal's lips as Memu's mouth wrapped around his dick. Settling on the head of his cock, the voluptuous squirrel swirled her tongue along it. Around and around, the felt her whip-like tongue run along the full gamut of his cock's head. He was so sensitive, and she was so good, that it made him lean back and moan.

But Memu was only getting started.

“Mmmmmm~”

Her head started pushing down even deeper on his cock, taking more of his length into her dripping maw. Spit and drool oozed down his cock, while she got more of his intense taste. All of those juices mixed together in Memu's mouth, creating this delicious and sordid concoction that sent her brain straight to the moon! Her cum and his cum, both stained her tongue, and all drove her to push her head deeper down on his cock!

“Gaah! Hooooh! Fuck, Memuuu!” Micheal groaned as he placed his hand on her head... only to take it off.

The gesture – though slight – made Memu flinch. Looking up at her young lover, she gave him a pouting look even with her mouth full of a cock. Why did he remove his hand? What, did he think she could not take it? Did he think she was too old to handle something like this? Whether or not he meant it as one, Memu took that as an insult!

She'd show this young fool what she could do!

“GLUNK!”

“AH!? M-MEMU!?”

She swallowed his cock. She _swallowed _his cock! Despite its size and length – a size of length that gave her pause mere moments ago – Memu swallowed his cock! Was it brazen? Yes, yes it was. Did she care? No, no she did not!

Her throat squeezed around Micheal's cock, tightening much like how her pussy did mere moments ago. So much spit and drool tangled around his member, while her lips, teeth and tongue all held it hostage. Memu sank down so far, she was pressing up to his pubic hairs at the base.

Giving an audible groan, Micheal pulled over his hand and placed it atop Memu's head. His fingers squeezed in, working themselves beneath her blonde hair, while he again let out a gasp of need. Seeing him get so worked up because of her fellatio skills, made a smile spread out over her lips.

“Mm...! Glk! Mmmf...! Sllk! Mmm...! Glp! Mmm...!”

“Fuck! Aaah...! Memu!”

The sordid sounds of her Memu's fellatio, danced in Micheal's ears. Her tongue was so skilled, running up and down the sides of his length, while her teeth plucked at the bottom and top of him. She set up a gentle pace of guiding her head up and down, bobbing it upon his length, and letting him feel every inch of her mouth. Traveling... traveling... traveling. All the while, she slurped and swallowed as much cum and sweat off of his dick as she could.

All of this teasing, this edging, it all built up need in Micheal. Rrrrg! Fine, if she wanted it so bad, then so be it! He was going to fuck her tight little mouth as hard as he pleased!

“GGL!?”

Memu's eyes widened as Micheal took control. Gripping her head tighter, he pushed the mature squirrel down on his dick, forcing every inch of it into her mouth and throat, and pressing her face back up against her crotch. But this time, he pushed her to the point that tears were started to stream down her eyes, making her mascara run in black lines that streaked along her cheeks. Did she want him to stop though?

NO!

“MM! MM! MMPH! MMF! MM! NMM! MMM! MMM!”

Memu's cheeks puffed up and turned a bright red as Micheal fucked her mouth for all it was worth. She constantly felt her lungs being clogged, blocking her ability to breath, and making her eyes clinch up even more. But even that didn't bother her. No, it only elated her. Memu felt her mind ebb and flow, as her mind was focused on Micheal and Micheal alone! No store, no snow, no nothing! Just her young lover, and his amazing dick!

Micheal fucked her throat nice and long, causing splatterings of spit to fly from her mouth and stain his pelvis. Her mouth and throat were perfect, matching only her pussy in terms of how good it felt. Her red lipstick had stained his dick, creating lines which traveled upon its fullness, and the sight of her mascara running along her face, made Memu look so... slutty!

He was going to add some lines of white _to go with all of that _black!

With Memu's mind focused only on his dick, she felt it start to give those telltale throbs yet again. It bounced, and bucked between her lips, making her eyes widen. Looking up at his face, she watched him bite into his bottom lip, and felt his balls tighten up beneath him. And when with one finally push--

Glnk!

“Hnnmmmmmphhh!!!”

SPPRRRT!!!

Deep in Memu's throat, she felt Micheal's dick expand... and then unleash yet another torrent of steaming jizz. It flooded her mouth and throat much like it did her pussy, coating her walls in his hot, spicy, bitter cum! It steamed in her throat and made her shudder, while her eyes rolled back. Her mind was waning; she was started to pass out! But right before she could--

POP!

Micheal pulled out of her mouth, and aimed his dick with her face. Closing her eyes and keeping her mouth wide, the voluptuous squirrel let him shower her face with his virile seed. It mixed with her running mascara, stained her plump lips, marred her cheeks and features, and even sprinkled upon her tits below.

Memu was a mess! With her running make up and his cum on her face, not to mention the chocolate syrup, whip cream, and breast milk below, the squirrel looked nothing like the foppish woman she usually was, and instead looked like a whore! An elegant whore, yes, but a whore nonetheless.

And like a whore, Memu sat there, savoring his cum on her lips. So good, so delicious. The fresh seed of a virile young man. As slutty as it may be to say, she quite honestly missed such a taste.

When Memu's eyes reopened, she looked up at Micheal's face... and then down towards his cock. It was still hard! Pulling back, she bit into her lips, feeling apprehension once again funnel through her body. What, did Micheal not know how to calm down? Why was he still going?

Did he long for her that much? Did he lust for her that much? Memu kept bouncing between apprehension and excitement, wondering if perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew. But whenever she questioned it, she remembered one thing.

“Are you... ztill hungry, Micheal?” she asked, “Aah...?”

His hand fell on her shoulders, where he guided her to stand up on her wobbling feet. Memu nearly fell, but Micheal was strong enough to keep her standing. Such a loving and tender young man. Feeling his arms hold her near, caused the mature squirrel to swoon. Her eyes closed, she was whisked away by Micheal... and then--

Push!

“Ahh!?”

Whmp!

Eyes wide, Memu found herself laying on the table of one of her window-side booths. When she looked up, she saw the snow outside had risen to such a height that she could only barely _see through the window. What if someone was outside? They'd be _completely _unaware of what was going on through these walls. And even if she got loud – i_ncredibly _loud – no one would hear her. No one... but _him.

Memu looked over her shoulder, her eyes falling on Micheal. And the look in his eyes was nothing short of hungry. Drool slid out of his teeth, and he was breathing so hard, desperately longing for the squirrel he was about to devour. Yes, that's it; he was oigng to eat her. He was oigng to eat her, and leave _nothing _left.

Memu swallowed her spit.

“From... behind...?” she cooed, her plump lips curling into an erotic smile, “Oh... you young men... you are all zuch zurprizez,” _Pat! Pat! _“Oh~!?”

His hands... his big strong hands... they both fell upon Memu's ass. And such an amazing ass it was. Shapely and juicy, wide and curvy, it was a but you'd marvel at, even if you didn't realize you were doing it. Micheal's hands squeezed into her butt, clinching her ass, and watching as his fingers sank in... and in... and in... before letting it drop. But he wasn't done yet. He started rolling her ass around and around, before clinching and prying it apart. Biting into her bottom lip, the squirrel groaned through her teeth, while she felt her cheeks being splayed apart.

With her bushy tail sprung up high, Memu's pussy and asshole were both exposed to him, with cum still oozing out of the former, and the latter being so pink. Micheal breathed in hard, and exhaled just as hard, his hot breath tickling Memu's sensitive folds.

“Oooooh~ Miicheeaaaaal~” she groaned.

Bite!

“AH~!?”

He... bit her ass! Micheal's teeth actually took a bite out of her big, soft, succulent ass! It wasn't the strongest of bites, but it was hard enough for Memu to feel, and it made her groan. Micheal was a human, right? 100% human no less? Then why was he acting so bestial!?

“Ah...”

“Oh~! Meine cieuz...”

It may not have lasted long, but it didn't need to. When Micheal pulled back, right there on Memu's right buttcheek, was his very prominent bite mark. His fingers briefly traced the markings, again making the squirrel groan, while he stood up tall.

Looking down upon Memu's body, he drank in her form as she laid on her table, panting for breath. Her bushy tail was laying on her back, and her ass was raised up high, giving him complete and unbridled access to her lower half. And his eyes were focused right there, right on her pussy.

Is it possible to sloppy seconds yourself? Did Micheal even care at this point? No... no he did not.

Pat!

“Ah~!”

He placed one hand on Memu's hip, where he hoisted up her ass towards him. His other hand gripped his cock, feeling it pump with so much blood and life. Bringing it forward, he pressed the head of his dick against the voluptuous squirrel's sweltering folds, hearing her groan, and feeling her shudder. A few times he swiped the head of his dick against her pussy, and then he... well...

Second verse, same as the first.

THWAP!

“OOOOH-HOOOOOH~~~!”

Was it her, or did his dick somehow feel _twice _as burly?

Micheal's rigid length slammed deep into Memu's pussy, making her back arch up wards as a moan howled from her lips. Gripping tightly upon the table beneath her, she pushed herself up against it, while her young lover began pounding away at her refined cunt.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

He didn't hesitate. Micheal knew she could take it! Micheal knew she _loved _it! Micheal knew she _demanded _it! So he fucked her. He fucked her nice and long and hard, at a quick pace that used the full brunt of his strength. His length traveled throughout her cunt, slamming against her womb and pulling back; again and again and again! Each thrust made her juicy ass smack up against his hips, mixing in further with the sounds of their bodies as they met one another.

Just like on her counter, every thrust into her pussy, sent rolls throughout her body. Not only did her ass clap, but her tits bounced hard, smacking up against her chin with each impact. Memu could only be thankful that Micheal didn't see her face, and the shear slutty _visage _she wore.

Only... he did see her face... and she could see it too.

Right there in the window was her own reflection. Memu could see it, could see _all _of it. She could see her puffy red cheeks, her plump lips in an 'o', and her eye squinting eyes of lust, all as cum and mascara streaked down her features. And seeing her face in such a slutty visage, made Memu clinch her teeth.

“Zperma~!” she announced as her head dropped and eyes close, “Meine vill Zperma~!” Grab! “Ah~!?”

But Micheal's hands moved. Leaving her hips, they trailed up her sides, wrapped under her arms, and then grabbed a hold of her tits. Pulling Memu up, he pressed her back to his chest, and squeezed her breasts hard, causing her eyes to widen. Even as he thrusted his dick into her pussy with all of his strength, he kneaded her bosom, and pinched her nipples.

It was an attack on two sides! His cock was thrusting into her pussy, pushing his cum from earlier both deeper inside of her, while also making it splatter out of her cunt. At the same time, he was groping her tits as he saw fit, squeezing them, and making her lactate like a cow! Her breast milk streamed out of her tits and down his fingers, mixing with all the other various fluids on her body. The sweat, the chocolate syrup, the whip cream, the cum; all of it!

And his dick never stopped fucking!

It was coming! It was coming faster and faster! Harder and harder! Clinching her teeth against one another, Memu panted hard as the bomb within her pussy was starting to go off! And, dammit, she _needed _it! She needed it so damn much, that despite the strength in her legs being so weak, Memu began pushing herself back against him!

They worked in perfect sync with one another! When Micheal pulled back, she pulled up. And when he thrusted up, she pushed down! Every inch of her cunt dragged against every inch of his cock, giving the both of them so much pleasure!

And that pleasure... finally hit... its... breaking... POINT!

“GUH!”

“AAAH~!”

SPURRT!

SPLURRRT!

Deep inside of Memu's folds, Micheal unleashed a thick load of cum. It flooded her pussy, mixing with the spunk he tanked in her before, while dumping on more wads on top of that! Memu was no slouch either, for from her pussy roared clear, feminine jizz, which stained his cock, his balls, his pelvis, the table, and the floor!

Her pussy was at the tightest it had been, his cock was at the thickest, and for several moments, they held one another close, riding out their orgasms, while drawing it longer within the both of them. And they remained like that, groaning and moaning, whispering each other's names... up until their bodies gave out on them.

“Ah!?”

“Huh!?”

Thud!

Together, the two crashed upon the floor, Micheal first with Memu resting on his chest. They said nothing, being far too focused with catching their breaths after such earth-shaking climaxes. But they didn't need to say anything. Gazing up at the ceiling, Micheal hugged Memu close, and she did likewise, clutching his arms tighter upon her bosom.

The two were covered in sweat, cum, milk, chocolate syrup, and whip cream... but they didn't give a damn about _any _of it. They'd get messier if given the chance. They were still trapped in here.

“Zo... haaaah... are you... fuaaaah... full yet...? Haaah?”

Micheal swallowed his spit.

“Not yet...”

The night was still young.

…

So... all of that happened because of this one ticket? How odd. Even as Micheal held it, he couldn't believe it all happened. Even as Micheal's body ached with the worthwhile soreness of a night of pleasure, he _still _couldn't believe it. It was more believable to think that he had hit his head at work, and had imagined everything, than it was to believe that he and Memu spent an entire night indulging in the pleasures of their bodies.

But it happened. Oh yeah, it happened.

Ssssssszzzzzzzzz!

It was the next morning. 8:46 AM, to be exact. Usually, Lady Like's Chic Cafe would be opening at nine. Buuuuuuuut... the store was still feet up in snow, so they were still trapped inside. Sure, it wasn't snowing anymore, and yes, they could hear the city's workers clearing out snow, but who knows how long that would be.

Besides, the store wasn't cleaned yet. And, yeah, it smelled of nothing but sex... and eggs.

“Ohohohoho! Breakfazt iz ready, Micheal!” Memu called as she appeared from the back of the store.

Carrying a silver tray in hand, the voluptuous squirrel entered in nothing but her bath robes. A beaming smile was spread on her face, which had been completely cleaned of all of her makeup. It didn't matter; she was still beautiful without it.

Watching her walk up however, Micheal appeared more... disgruntled. Not with her of course, but more with their situation. He was embarrassed, something he didn't even try to hide with his blushing cheeks. For such a strong and handsome young man, there was this cute, bashfulness to him that Memu found so charming.

“Pleaze, Micheal, do not look zo glum!” she said as she placed her silver tray upon the table he was sitting at, “Vhat ve did vaz amazing! It was pleazure that I have _never _experienced in my life!”

“That's... not the issue,” Micheal said as he palmed his head and shook it, “I'm just... trying to understand _why _we did what we did. And...” he looked away, “Fuck... I can't believe we did it so much in the store. That's kind of embarrassing, isn't it?”

“Ohohohoho! I do not think zo,” she replied whilst reaching over the table to clutch his hand, “My body ztill ruminatez vith pleazure.”

“I...”

He blushed at her words, feeling both proud and embarrassed of his ability to please such an amazing woman. But even with all of that in his head, there was still one question he needed answered, and it centered around--

“This ticket... what is it?”

Raising it up, Micheal looked at the ticket, then up to Memu. During last night's tryst, he was too busy, ya'know, fucking her to even bother thinking about this ticket. Now that he had it in his hands, and now that he could look at it, he wondered what this ticket's purpose was. Bringing up his gaze to Memu, he expected to see her blushing. Instead, she was smiling at him in a warm and passionate manner.

“Thiz ticket... iz very important to me,” Memu said as she stroked her finger along its edge, “I grew up in a very zmall country, one you vould not find on a map. In my homeland, ve zuffered a zteep decline in birth rate. To counter thiz epidemic, my people came up vith a dezperate plan. Ve created vhat you zee here. Ve called it the pink ticket.”

“The... pink ticket...?” he repeated, to which she nodded.

“Every voman in my country – young and old – vere given thiz ticket,” she explained, “And it waz an enforced rule that we muzt place the ticket randomly in our place of work. Vhen our ticket waz found by a male, ve had to _breed _vith them. Regardlezz of age, regardlezz of family.”

“Regardless... of age... regardless of... family?” Micheal repeated, an intense blush on his face, “That... sounds rather... dicey.”

“Perhapz it waz... but it worked. In little over a year, my country – zmall though it waz – became prozperouz once again. My zon and my daughter vere both born during that time. I know to you, it zoundz crazy, but to me, it waz normal.”

“Well... I wouldn't exactly call it normal here in Document City, but...” he shook his head, “But who am I to say what another country does and doesn't do? Especially one so... desperate. Hah... I'm just the guy you hire when you need heavy stuff moved.”

“Oooh... you are too hard on yourzelf, Micheal,” Memu said as she gently rubbed his cheek, “You are a vonderful man. You are alwayz vorking zo hard, and vhenever you vizit, it iz a highlight of my day. I am zo elated that zuch a kind young man like you, vaz the one vho found my ticket.”

“I...”

The pink ticket... it's a lewd thing, isn't it? A ticket a woman gives out to a man – regardless of age and family – in hopes that they will make an ideal breeding partner. Were romances borne from this couplings? Likely. Were relationship's ruined by these couplings? Undoubtedly. But at least when it comes to Micheal and Memu, there time together would stay with them... forever.

“Ah! Micheal! Eat your breakfazt!” said the squirrel as she happily clapped her hands together, “Before it getz cold!”

“Huh? Oh! Right!”

Focusing on the hot food before him, Micheal began enjoying his meal. Gotta say, it had been while since he last had a home cooked meal. He was used to picking up fast food on the way to work, next to getting a cup of coffee from Memu, of course.

Speaking of Memu...

As he ate his meal, he looked over towards her. The squirrel was giving one of her lovely, beaming smiles, enjoying it as he ate her food. But his mind began thinking, yet again wondering over towards her pink ticket. And it brought up a question.

Was it _really _random? Did she really go through all the effort of baking that ticket into her apple pie, and then selling it, with the knowledge that it would be given to someone randomly in her store? There's no way, right? She's not living in her home country; she's living in Document City, a place where they probably wouldn't be too keen on her giving out a ticket with the expressed purpose to breed. That would fall under prostitution, wouldn't it?

Noooo, it sounded more accurate that she'd only give her ticket to someone she trusted, someone she knew _wouldn't be freaked out by the proposition, someone like... _him. After all, she was the one who offered the pie; he hadn't even asked for it yet! And the slice she cut for him happened to be the slice with the ticket in it? It sounded more accurate that... that... that...

This was all planned.

As he realized this, Micheal's mouth gaped slightly and he looked up at Memu. Her once beaming smile had shifted into something alluring. She knew that he knew.

“Zo... vould you like to take your meal home vith you, Micheal?”

He swallowed his food.

“Hell yeah.”

Tonight, Memu was going to be on the menu once again!