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So much for peace and quiet… Sharon mused, but the lazy yet curious sway of her tail betrayed the fact that she wasn’t truly in mourning for peace and quiet.

She was leaning on the railing of her front porch, which normally offered a great view of the lake downhill from her home. A glass of red wine was cradled gently in one paw as keen feline eyes followed the cars rumbling down the narrow road of the normally quiet lakeside town. But they had been discovered a few years ago, and were now apparently a trendy local spot for spring-breakers. Her town had always had its share of vacationers and a healthy trickle of tourists coming in, but the available accommodations were limited, which apparently only made them more exclusive. There was a house a few doors down-road from hers that got rented out, and judging by the noise, some of her new temporary neighbors were taking a stroll. Sharon assumed they were looking for a way to the beach, since they were all wearing trunks and either sleeveless shirts or no shirts at all. She smiled a feline grin as she saw the young men approach, idly swirling the wine in her glass.

“Hey there!” called out one of them, a donkey jack whose ears perked up at the sight of the tawny-furred feline.

“Hey yourselves, boys…” she almost purred, trying not to grin at the way the four young men stopped at the wrought iron gate to her home. “Don’t tell me you got lost?” she asked, leaning forward just a little.

She was teasing, but she couldn’t resist. She wasn’t really dressed to impress, but she knew that her tight jeans and clingy top showed enough curves and cleavage to draw the eye. She had to admit it was nice to see that she could still stop four handsome young college boys in their tracks. And quite a foursome they were - a donkey, a buck going on stag, a bighorn ram and dwarfing all of the jocky young males and honest-to-goodness rhino!

“Nah, we just settled in down the road and are kinda scouting out the neighborhood.” Said the ram. The four still weren’t moving along, and after two glasses and half a third Sharon didn’t feel like shooing them away. Instead she made her way down to the gate, swinging both her tail and her hips and pretending not to notice the way they were staring.

“You like the place?” she asked, taking another sip.

“Yeah, but it looks like you scored a better one. Didn’t even see this place listed for rent…” said the jack.

“That’s because it isn’t. This house is mine, I’m a townie…”

“Seriously?” asked the rhino, his honest surprise sounding a bit funny given his deep voice.

“Fuck, we thought you were down her for spring break!” said the stag, and Sharon laughed softly, not minding the salty language.

“Sorry to dash your hopes boys…” she almost purred, smiling very strangely for someone who claims to be sorry.

“What do you mean?” asked the ram.

“So you weren’t hoping it was me and a bunch of other sorority girls in here?” the cougar asked.

“Well yeah, but none of those rings looks like a wedding ring, so there’s still hope…” said the ram, giving her a look as transparent as that line. Sharon managed not to giggle. She was just a little tipsy, and the boys might think she was being mean. She was enjoying flirting with these four, and saw no need to be rude.

“Well, since we’re temporary neighbors, I’m Andy, this is Carl and David and this big fucker right here is Jordan.” the jack said, introducing himself, the ram, the stag and the hulking rhino.

“Sharon.” she replied.

“So it’s just you here?” asked David, tilting one of his big deer ears up. She wasn’t sure it was intentional, but it did make him look cute.

“I live with Michael…” she said, taking a sip mid sentence. It hid her smile as the four boys considered that she might have a live-in boyfriend. “...but he’s on his middle-school trip.”

“Aww man, that sucks…” said Andy, trying to hide a smile as all four boys looked relieved to be talking to a very single mom.

“From what he tells me he’s having a great time…” Sharon said with a smile.

“No, I mean that you’re stuck here all alone…” the donkey clarified.

“Ohh, I wouldn’t go that far. It’s nice and peaceful, and I’m enjoying the ‘me’ time…”

“Well, if you change your mind, we’re having a sort of ‘house-warming’ party tonight.” said the ram. Not that Sharon needed to be told. These four were on the prowl for girls and it was honestly flattering that they’d stopped at her door. She definitely remembered getting that kind of attention back when she was in college, and with these four hunks lingering on her doorstep she realized she’d missed it more than she thought.

“Awww, aren’t you sweet! But you boys look a little too old to need a babysitter.”

“That’s why we’re not looking for one. We’re going around inviting hot girls over.” said the jack, and Sharon had to smile at his brazen honesty.

“And you think I’m a girl?” Sharon said, swishing her tail as she cocked a hip that was very definitely womanly.

“Okay so you’re twenty…” Andy trailed off, but instead of finishing the number Sharon just made a ‘higher’ gesture with her free hand. “Thirty… wait, you can’t be…”

“Forty one since February!” Sharon quipped.

“Bullshit!” said Jordan.

“Yeah, we’re gonna have to see some ID…” said Carl, and Sharon laughed softly at their little act.

“Trust me boys, it’s been a while since I had to lie about being older than I actually am…” she insisted. Shame to pour cold water over these four, and Sharon was sure that her age would put a damper on their obvious interest.

“Okay, but you don’t look like you're forty, you don’t sound like you’re forty. Why not go all the way and stop acting like you’re forty? Maybe just one night, see how you like it?”

“I’ll think about it. Nice meeting you boys…” she said, turning on her heel and walking back slowly enough to give them something to look at.

“Okay, see you tonight!” the jack shouted after her, and Sharon put her fingers to her forehead as she shook her head, grinning at the boy’s confidence.

*******

Sharon had let her little buzz taper off, but a certain giddiness persisted after the wine was flushed from her system. It had been some time since she’d been invited to a party by eager-eyed young hunks. Back in college she’d gotten invites like that every week, and she supposed that this latest one had made her feel younger than she had any right to. Young enough to seriously entertain the thought of attending, even going so far as to consider wardrobe.

The outfit that had caught the boys’ eyes wouldn’t do. It looked good, but it was casual and screamed ‘mom’ as far as the cougar was concerned. Her body was doing enough of that without any help from an outfit. She was happy with her body, and the work she put into it showed. She missed being able to slip into slinky little dresses and narrow-waisted jeans the way she could before she’d had a baby, but while she was carrying some annoying pounds around the rear and middle a lot had settled on top.

The firm round breasts that had guys salivating in college were replaced by heavier tear-drop shaped mounds that didn’t attract males so much as stun them. Deciding to go with her strength, Sharon opted for a teal bikini and a tropical-print sarong. Something casual yet eye-catching. She wasn’t really trying to score tonight, of course. It was just a bit of fun - a few drinks, some flirting… a bit silly but harmless fun.

A part of her had been worried of how she would compare to the girls that her new neighbors had wrangled up, but she was pleasantly surprised when the pretty young women started giving her dirty looks, all except one who was either bi-curious or missing her mother on some subconscious level. She knew her attire would be appropriate since she knew the house the guys had rented. It was built for vacationing in rather than living in and sacrificed living space in favor of a big backyard with both a pool and a hot-tub. After some mingling Sharon found herself escorted by Andy, Carl, Jordan and David to the roiling cauldron that was the hot tub. It was built into a small wooden deck and looked over both the pool and the house, sort of like a VIP area or a big bubbly throne.

“Oh, no!” she said with a little smile, shaking her head at the sight of a tray resting on the polished wood by the tub.

“Oh yes! Come on, at least one…” insisted Andy as he slid into the hot water and held a hand out to help her in.

With a flick of the wrist Sharon divested herself of her sarong and accepted the jack’s hand, while pondering the tray. She didn’t even see the label on the bottle, but you don’t need lime wedges and a salt shaker to serve brandy. She was about to politely turn him down, but the embrace of the hot roiling water washed her complaints away. She had a hot tub at home and liked to relax in it, but it wasn’t quite the same as getting into one with four quite fit young men. She seemed to be the only girl in the bubbling water, but then again there wasn’t a lot of room. The point of a hot tub was to stretch out, not to pile in, and she supposed she was a bit of a novelty for them. They spent every day surrounded by pretty young girls, but she was a MILF playing hard to get while still being flirty enough to give them hope. For her part, Sharon was enjoying the attention, and her ego was pleased to be chosen over the other girls attending, but she wasn’t really looking to ‘party’.

“I haven’t done shots in ages!”

“All the more reason to do one now. I bet you haven’t been to a party in ages either?” asked Carl, slipping in on her left so that she was caught between him and the jack while Jordan and David sat opposite them.

“Do children’s birthday parties count?” she asked, and the four boys groaned.

“Look, we know for a fact you aren’t driving home…” Jordan said with a groan, stretching his beefy arms along the rim of the tub as heat soaked through his hide. She was willing to bet all four boys were athletes, but whereas the donkey, stag and ram had chiseled chests, the rhino’s looked like it was the product of a rock-slide rather than a sculptor.

“...so quit being a scaredy cat. I thought lionesses were supposed to be badass?” Andy teased, getting a soft giggle from the feline beside him.

“I’m a cougar!”

“Yeah, we know, that’s why we invited you…” said Carl, prompting more giggles.

“I meant my species. Although my grandpa was a lion, so you aren’t far off…” she said, knowing she stood a little taller than most cougar females.

“So come on, queen of the jungle, at least do one. Be a cat, not a pussy!” Andy insisted, and Sharon shook her head at his persistence and his language, but when the tray was held in front of her…

Okay, let’s see if I remember how to do this… she thought, shaking some salt on her wet paw-pad, accepting a shot glass full to the brim. She licked the salt before downing the whole glass, surprised that the tequila the boys brought was actually quite smooth. While the liquid heat slid down her gullet she bit into a lime wedge and sucked in a burst of sour citrus juice as the boys around her whooped.

“Okay, now all you boys have to do one!” she insisted with a feline grin.

“Tit for tat, huh?” asked Carl, already pouring out four more glasses. The guys went through the same routine, adding to a growing pile of lime rinds on the tray.

“Be honest Sharon - aren’t you glad you came?” asked the ram beside her as he threw an arm across the rim of the tub and incidentally behind her back. A cheesy move, but the shot and hot water had relaxed the feline too much to be critical.

“Honestly - yeah, I am. I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning, but I’m having fun…”

“See, I knew you’d come. Carl did too, but David and Jordan over there figured you were just too nice to shoot us down and were betting you’d be a no-show.”

“Awww, hope you boys didn’t lose too much money betting against me…” Sharon teased.

“It wasn’t money. We lost, so we’re sitting here and those two smug bastards have the good seats…” David said, prompting the two studs on either side of the cougar to lean a little closer just to drive the point home.

“Is that how it went? I figured you two drew the short straws…”

“Lady, there’s nothing short about me…” Jordan boasted, and Sharon laughed into her hand at the big rhino’s unsubtle boast. When David reached for the tray and poured five more shots she rolled her eyes but went through the same routine.

“So is that how you used to do tequila shots back when you were in college?” asked the bighorn beside her.

“Yeah. You boys know some other way?” she asked. It was only two shots, but after the wine she’d had earlier and the heat of the water she was feeling quite pleasantly buzzed.

“Well it isn’t as fun licking the salt off your own hand…” he said, holding out the shaker. Sharon obliged by offering her paw palm-up and was surprised when the ram instead shook some salt out on her breast, immediately bending down and licking it off as the feline squealed in surprise at the brazen move.

“Are you sure you got it all?” the cougar asked in a teasing tone.

“I could go in for another lick…” the bighorn suggested, and Sharon put a finger to her chin as she pretended to consider before diving down enough to submerge her tits just before rising back up, with water pooling briefly in her cleavage before it dripped out.

“I’d apologize for Carl’s behavior, but if I had his seat I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same.” David confessed, not bothering to hide the fact he was staring at Sharon’s soaked tits. The cougar was tempted to remind him where her eyes were, but people looked at those all the time. She felt like a little ego-boost would do her good.

“Definitely the best pair we’ve ever seen. ‘Cept we’re not really seeing them…” rumbled the rhino.

“Something wrong with your eyes?” the cougar asked coyly.

“I think what Jordan is saying is that if you really wanted to wow us, you’d lose the top…” Andy suggested, unperturbed by the laughter this got from the buxom feline.

“Boys, I just got here and you’re already trying to make me get my tits out?”

“That doesn’t sound like a ‘no’ to me…” the bighorn next to her said, ogling the cleavage straining against the soaked bikini top.

“It isn’t… but it probably should be. I just met you boys earlier today… I’d feel awfully vulnerable just exposing myself like that…” she insisted. But the thought was making her thighs rub together, and filling her with a heat unrelated to the warm water bubbling around them. She was confident that her tits would look good even swinging loose, but she wondered if the boys would consider her a tease if she played along and then dashed their hopes.

“I get ya. And it’s nor fair asking you to make the first move like that…” Andy said, the jack's hands disappearing under the roiling surface. “So it falls on us as your hosts to make a show of… good… faith!” he said, and Sharon covered her smile as his hands emerged holding up his soaked swim trunks. The remaining three laughed at the jack making a jackass of himself and as Andy swung the wet garment around his head there were hoots and cat-calls rising from the crowd even before he flung his trunks away.

“Come on bros, all for one and one for all…” he said, and Sharon almost doubled over with laughter as the remaining three boys divested themselves of their only articles of clothing. Sure, the interesting parts were under the surface and obscured by the bubbling water, but it didn’t change the fact she was now sharing this tub with four handsome, buck-naked boys…

“Not that it wasn’t an impressive display, but would anyone care to explain the symbolism behind it?” she asked, once she got her breath back.

“We’ve made ourselves vulnerable. Our trunks are out of reach, so we’re dependent on your kindly nature in helping us get them back, otherwise we have to leave the tub bare-assed in front of everyone…” Carl explained, and Sharon rolled her eyes.

“So I’m supposed to play fetch with your undies?” the cougar asked, trying not to try and peek under the surface of the water, or at least not to be caught peeking.

“No rush. The hot-tub jets are much better without clothes getting in the way…” David said, tipping his antlers back as he relaxed to illustrate the point.

“Is that so?” Sharon asked as the young buck tried his best to sell the idea.

“Why don’t you meet us halfway and find out? Come on, you don’t even have to toss it away, just drop it down on the deck.” insisted Jordan, and Sharon was about to ask him which half, but figured she was better off losing her top. it would give them something to stare at and hopefully stop things from getting too out of hand.

“Hmmmm, pour me some courage first, let’s see if that helps…” she said, and five shots were poured out as the salt shaker made the rounds. None of it wound up on her tits this time, but the way the boys were looking once they all took their sour bites of lime made it clear their interest hadn’t dimmed.

That was probably a shot too far Sharon… she thought to herself as she reached back and undid the string binding the bikini top. When the soaked fabric went slack the boys cheered her on as she lifted the thing off and let the wet garment flop down on the polished wood of the deck, giving the four boys and no doubt a few people by the pool a look at her bare chest. She felt heat rise to her cheeks and smiled as only a cat can before slipping down and letting her heavy chest sink under the roiling water, closing her eyes and savoring the groans of the four boys.

“Awww come on! What’s that for?” Andy bemoaned but failed to hide his grin.

“I’m testing David’s theory. You know, I think he’s right - without clothes in the way, the jets really feel heavenly. I think I’ll just stay like this for a while and let them do their magic…” she said, as the buck got pelted with lime rinds.

“Come on, we barely got a glimpse!” Carl complained, in a cute, pleading voice.

“Still more than I got. if I reca-hey! I don’t remember telling you you could touch…” she said addressing the jack who’d taken advantage of her talking to Carl to lay a hand on one of her submerged breasts and give it quite an obvious grope.

“I don’t remember you telling me I couldn’t…” Andy insisted.

“That’s not how it works…” the cougar admonished, but didn’t really put any steel into her voice. She knew she should lay down the law, as the responsible adult, so that these four didn’t get the idea that they could treat females this way. But it felt like such a mom thing to do. She was having fun, she didn’t really feel threatened by these boys and Andy really did have such a strong hand…

And it had been a while…

“Oh, I know how it works. Tit for tat, or tat for tit. So for the record, I’m saying you can touch…” the jack said, spreading his legs a little in case his offer wasn’t obvious enough.

Sharon knew for a fact she shouldn’t. That she should either pry the jack’s hand off her tit, or just lay back and let the boys play with her rack without escalating things any further. But she was buzzed and she was having the kind of fun she hadn’t had in ages. And these four boys were very handsome, and lavishing her with the kind of shameless attention that went straight to her ego. Especially with so many pretty girls running around looking for the kind of attention she was the center of. So she played it cool as a hand moved under the roiling surface of the steamy water, finding the jack’s muscular thighs and following it up and up until she found what she was looking for.

She wasn’t sure if Andy was enjoying the bubbles of the jacuzzi or her hand-filling breast, but her hand was wrapping around a donkey-dick that was fully unsheathed but still in that thrillingly meaty stage that precedes a rock-hard equine erection. She repaid Andy’s grope with a good firm squeeze and a tug that had the jack’s ears flicking as he groaned. The shaft swelled in her hand, an unsubtle response of a very healthy young male being stimulated in just the right way. But cruelty is as much a feline trait as curiosity, and Sharon didn’t bother hiding her smile at Andy's disappointed groan as she released his shaft and slid her hand down to cup his sack.

The roiling water hid it, but her mind painted a picture from memory of similar equines - smooth black skin, thin and taut as it held two fat egg-shaped testes. The jets surging underneath made the jack’s package seem light as she fondled him but she knew better. She had her fingers splayed and yet the damn things couldn’t quite fit in her hand. This could get a mare in a lot of trouble…

“Atta girl. You know another fun way we do shots?” Andy asked as he picked up the bottle, and Sharon was about to politely decline but stopped when he just brought it to his lips and took a swig. What she didn’t expect was the donkey to take her chin in his strong hand lean in and press his muzzle to hers. Sharon’s ears perked but her half-hearted protest was muffled and then drowned as the jack opened his mouth, pried hers with his tongue and let liquor rush in. The cougar let the strong spirit linger on her tongue before forcing it down as Andy’s tongue slipped in to fill the void, his hand giving her tit a slow hard squeeze that had her moaning into the sudden kiss. When it broke, she found herself gasping for breath.

“You could at least give a girl some warning…” she admonished, feeling Carl lay his hand on her other breast.

“Didn’t you tell us earlier today that you aren’t a girl?”

“Mhhh, you’re pushing your luck, stud…” she said, her hand still down there. Curiosity won over and she let it trail up, unsurprised to find the jack now fully erect under the bubbling water. She let her hand trail along the underside, up and up. Ahhh, the memories this brings back… Sharon mused, knowing that both the hard liquor and the equine erection were pushing her down memory lane. The texture of a stallion, the thin silky skin stretched over something so thick and hard, the veins along it that would throb once he was sheathed somewhere snug and warm, the medial ring that would graze a girl’s clit just right.

While her hand rose up, Andy’s went low - under the water, along her stomach and lower still. She turned to face him, halfheartedly staring him down as hoof-nailed fingers pinched the fabric of her bikini and tugged it aside. Her pussy was bared and she couldn’t help but sigh as the jets played gently across her sex. She felt his hand cover her mound, pinky and index finger dimpling her labia before they splayed them open. The kiss of hot water for a second or two before the jack's ring and middle finger quite casually slid in as deep as he could get them, curling and…

“Mmmmmhooohhh God…” she moaned, softly but loud enough for the four boys to hear, leaving little doubt about where Andy's hand was or what she was letting him get away with. I’ll put a stop to this. I’ll take my hand off his cock, take his hand out of my… just… a little longer…

“Is this fair warning?” the jack asked, his muzzle an inch from her ear as those hard fingers curled and rubbed that spot. If only he didn’t know what he was doing…

“Mhhhh… I really shouldn’t…” she murmured as the jack nuzzled the side of her neck.

“But you wanna… don’t you?”

“Hmmm, but I shouldn’t…” Sharon almost purred, smiling and knowing that last shot had probably been too much, not to mention what Andy had forced into her mouth. Carl leaned over and she tilted her head up to make room for his horns. His big horns as he opened his mouth and lifted her breast. She let out an unmistakably satisfied murmur as his lips sealed on her nipple, his tongue teasing as Andy’s pumped. Jacob and David both had one arm out across the rim of the tub but one under the water. They were all hard, they all wanted her. Four of them! Three was her record, back when she was in her prime and feeling it.

“You want it, don’t you Sharon? Come on, how long has it been?” asked the Jack with his fingers rubbing against her special spot.

“Mmmmmhmmm… too long…” Sharon purred out her admission, thrown her head back when what she really should have been doing was putting on the brakes.

These boys were at a certain age, away from their parents, away from school and looking to make the most of their vacation. The way she had done back in college, before she became a respectable mother. She’d gone on dates when Michael was very little, but then he reached an age where he was still too young to understand about his mother’s urges but to be jealous about her going out with strange men. She wouldn’t really have to do anything to make this happen. She just had to do nothing…

“Nhhh, that’s… there, right t-there…” she purred. Her stomach tensing and her whiskers twitching as Andy rubbed her spot in just the right way to make his fingers feel electric. Deep under the water the cougar’s toes curled, and both her exposed nipple and the one being suckled by a ram were hard, her mocha areola wrinkling as the nubs jutted out. Remembering she was in public, she put a hand on the back of Andy’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. With a thick equine tongue in her mouth, the feline let herself moan as she came around the fingers pumping her pussy.

It wasn’t really her first time getting drunk and being fingered in public. There were parties where she’d slip away in some corner, make out with a guy and open her legs up when he went in for a touch. If he could make her cum that was just him passing the test and she’d drag him along somewhere more private for some serious fun. But when Andy broke their kiss she felt like it wasn’t just her tolerance for alcohol that had gone down.

“Fuck babe, I knew you were a live one the moment we walked by your house…” Andy said, his voice low and growly as he stood up, the water reaching just above his waist, rippling and roiling but failing to hide the black length just under the surface. If Sharon had any doubt what he had in mind it was gone when he reached down and grabbed her ass before pulling it up. Water sloshed as the cougar was hoisted from the submerged bench, her back coming to rest on the polished wood of the deck as her beasts spread out across her chest.

She tilted her head down, the view of the night sky replaced by the sight of a soaked equine body, young and toned and ready for action. The roiling water was washing across her belly and her pussy was just under the surface, but she didn’t need to see what was going on. Andy was on mark - his tip nudging the supple sex that was still quivering from his touch. Sharon was sure she could still stop it and talk him - and no doubt the rest of the boys - into handjobs, titfucks or blowies. But she didn’t want to. This boy wanted to fuck her, and all she had to do was let him.

Her breath caught in her lungs as the probing tip caught, her labia spreading around it as Andy angled himself just right to aim it at the opening of her slick feline love-tunnel. When he thrust in he was… ambitious, but not rough. Half of his donkey-dick slid in easily, but not without drawing a cry from the now speared cougar.

God, it had been too long! Her only sex toy was a massage wand that she got a lot of use out of. She’d bought a pricey dildo a while back that wound up just gathering dust. She loved being filled, but it had to feel right - warm, silky, throbbing… and attached to a young hunk, like this one was. She took the rest of Andy’s cock with a gasp that was drowned out by the jack’s groan, which was followed by an…

“Oh… my God!”

She didn’t see the speaker, but based on the tone of voice she would bet it was some breed of “Stefanie”. Sharon realized that her cry had been louder than the music, and that she had an audience now. Andy’s fit equine body would block most of the view, but everyone had seen her climb in and would know who the jack was hunched over.

Another buck of the jack’s hips, another few inches of thick equine cock and she forgot why she should care. None of these kids knew her, and all would be gone by the end of spring break. She’d be just some juicy gossip to share on campus, forgotten a week or two later. By that time she’d be a responsible single mom again, so why not, for this one night…

“Ngggauuuughhh!” she cried out as Andy gave another buck, this one punching against her cervix as his sack slapped against her pucker.

“How is she?” asked Jordan, leaning forward and laying a huge gray-skinned hand on Sharon’s left tit.

“Fuckin’... tight!” Andy groaned, his fingers digging into the cougar’s hips as he held himself hilted. “You need to get out more, Sharon…”

“So I’m back of the line again, huh?” complained the rhino, still groping her breast while Jacob grabbed the other one.

“Don’t give me that… just think of it as -ngh!- best for last…” the donkey stud said.

The words registered in Sharon’s brain, fogged as it was by tequila and some serious… stimulation. She wasn’t really surprised, and it wouldn’t be her first time. But four guys and Jordan… his erection had been hidden by the roiling water, but she could well imagine what a male his size had packing.

She was getting a grip on her breathing, but her whiskers still twitched every now and again as half-grimaces flashed across her muzzle. She’d been worked up but Andy hadn’t eased it in. He still felt like an intrusion inside her, something startlingly foreign. But Sharon hadn't forgotten how this worked. As her breaths became even her body relaxed, and so did some of the muscles in her leonine love-tunnel. Her body was stretching, molding itself to the young donkey even now grinding his hips against her barely submerged crotch. The hot water was helping and by the time he was thrusting Sharon knew his cock would feel like it was made to fit inside her. Like it belonged in there.

Andy started fucking her just a little before that, pulling out just a little but getting more and more length into his strokes. The noises she made had been… encouraging, and hopefully not loud enough to reach any ears beyond the hot-tub. Even so, she still heard a few whoops and encouragements thrown the jack’s way. His body would mostly be hiding hers but they’d see the naked stud's back hunched and flexing as he fucked the woman who’d climbed into a hot tub with four horny young males as if she didn’t know how it would play out.

“Hhnnooooouhhhyesss!” Sharon gasped out, her ears flicking back as Andy’s found just the right angle.

“There we go… watch me make her purr…”

The words barely registered, blurring together with the loud music and the noise of the party-going crowd. The water was sloshing back and forth as the jack found his rhythm, pumping his dark donkey-dick into Sharon’s depths. Heat spread out from the cougar’s core, in a way that tequila shots couldn’t really mimic. The living, throbbing length made her tail twist under the roiling water, clouding the feline femme’s reason and driving away her cares and worries.

The sound of trickling water made her eyes focus on Carl as the naked ram got out of the tub and onto the wooden deck. He knelt just behind her, stroking a long, fleshy-pink cock as David took his place and began playing with one of her tits. Sharon wasn’t surprised to see him spread his knees apart and angle his cock down with one hand while the other settled under her chin and tilted her head back. The ram’s sack glistened, heavy and dripping as the young caprine took advantage of her parted lips and slid his tip between them.

There was a hint of clean, chlorinated water as his cock sank in but soon enough it was replaced by the taste of a male - a young one in his absolute sexual prime. The sack moving closer and closer to her nosepad looked full and heavy. The first night of spring break - they were pent up and looking to unload, and she knew where this load would be going. When she felt the tip graze the back of her throat, Sharon let it open up, letting Carl slide in until his heavy sack was bumping her nose.

“Holy shit, got it in one!” the ram groaned, stroking her throat that Sharon had no doubt was gently bulging from the cock stuck half-way down it. “This is our lucky night…”

Sharon’s nostrils flared when the ram pulled out, and she knew she’d have to time her breathing carefully. It wasn’t her first time taking a cock like this, but she couldn’t remember ever getting fucked by one guy while deepthroating another. This wasn’t really her favorite way to blow a guy - she was proud of her technique and had she been given the chance she was sure she would have impressed these boys. But these four were young, dumb and full of cum and were thrilled to have a lonely housewife to use as their sex-toy.

That’s certainly what she felt like - unable to speak, unable to move, with any will to resist sapped by tequila and neglected needs she was at the mercy of these four horny college-boys. Andy had a grip on her hips and Carl was holding the sides of her head and both boys were just doing at it - pumping their cocks into warm, tight holes. Everything became a blur to the cougar and the combination of alcohol, friction and limited oxygen weren’t helping. She was aware that she was suckling on Carl every chance she got, getting a groan from the ram every time she swallowed and her throat tightened around him.

It was a swelling deeper down that brought some semblance of focus. Hard, hoof-nailed fingers dug into her hips as Andy railed her as hard as he could. Only the fact that his lower half was under water was slowing him down and keeping Sharon from screaming into the cock fucking her muzzle. Her legs tensed as the swelling flare rubbed her insides harder than even the jack’s medial ring, the mushrooming tip making the already thick equine cock feel distressingly big. She head a ray just as the flare punched deep, the urethra kissing her cervix just before the first rope of donkey-spunk slapped against it.

None of these boys were felines, so there was no risk, but she was shocked by the casual way the jack was pumping her womb without even bothering to ask. But the heat of his load did feel delicious, the cougar’s eyes rolling back a little as she focused on the warm mess her body was taking. The jack was still half-hard when he pulled out, leaving Sharon on the verge of climax as his flare popped out. Her freshly fucked pussy was just under the surface of the bubbling water and she felt her body give up the jack’s load just as new hands settled on her quivering legs.

“Dude, seriously? Come on, let me go next, you’re a tough act to follow…” she heard David groan, which means that the big hands groping her thighs belonged to…

“How about this - if you can drag me away, she’s all yours…” proposed Jordan with all the confidence of a rhino.

Sharon felt quite loose after having just been fucked by a very well endowed jack, but the glans even now prodding at her sex was having a hard time slipping in.

“Come on kitty, Andy’s opened ‘em for me before. I know for a fact you can take this…” Jordan insisted with a confidence the middle-aged feline didn’t share.

She felt a thick finger pry one o her folds away, felt warm cum drain from her sex before the blunt tip plugged her up. She could imagine Jordan holding his cock just behind the glans, struggling to work it into her. If she could speak she’d tried to talk sense to him, and offer to lick him to orgasm while he fucked her tits. But the ram was breeding her muzzle and breathing was a full-time job as the caprine sack slapped her nose and Carl’s cock fucked her throat. A buck from Jordan took her by surprise, but more importantly - it took her.

Sharon’s cry was muffled by the groaning ram, and writhe as she might there were two huge hands holding her hips firmly in place. Jordan’s tip was in and staying in, and as the rhino slowly slid himself deeper Sharon was stretched so much that her clit was pressed tight against his throbbing girth. Like the needle on a gramophone, the little pink nub traced over every little vein and contour of the monster pushing equine cum out of her with every inch she took. Sharon was holding on by a hair, but lost her grip when the tip reached her g-spot. Her vision blurred and she lost sight of the ram’s sack swinging and slapping her face as he bred her muzzle. She could no longer tell how many there were - on her, in her. Her pussy was trying to clench even though it was stretched like never before and the cougar was losing her fight for breath.

Her gasp ought some focus back along with the rush of oxygen, but there was a part missing. She’d never heard or felt Carl cum, but her mouth was filled with the bitter-salty taste of caprine sperm and she was sure that most of it had been shooting down her throat. The cock Carl was rubbing against her lips was still drooling spunk but was going soft, unlike the monster between her legs. Sharon licked the spunk from her lips and the ram’s tit before he moved away and she looked down her curvy body.

from her vantage point Jordan looked even bigger - a behemoth covered in glistening gray skin, his shoulders squared as he held her in place. And he felt bigger than he looked! Coming down from her second orgasm, Sharon could feel his pulse as it traveled along the network of veins that ran along the rhino’s erection. a fast heartbeat. He was eager. He also didn’t care about what had just been in her mouth as he leaned down to kiss her, although by now Sharon had swallowed almost everything he ram had left on her tongue. She thought he was being really sweet and wrapped her arms around his thick neck without even thinking about it. She only noticed his own arms slipping between her back and the wood of the deck when he already had her in a hug, and the thick pachyderm tongue exploring her mouth did a good job of muffling her surprised cr as she was easily picked up by the big jock.

“NnngggoouuhhhGod!” the cougar groaned as Jordan sat down on the deck with her seated in his lap and on his cock.

“Comfy?” he asked, his voice rumbling against her neck as gravity took over the job of pushing more rhino into Sharon’s body.

“Eeehhhh… easy… okay?” she panted out. her back was to the crowd but they were out of the water now, and while nobody could see her face they were all getting a great view of her feline pussy straining around Jordan’s girth. The thought of it should have horrified her, but there were gorgeous college girls out there wearing next to nothing, and a part of her savored the fact that no one was looking at them.

“Sorry guys. I was gonna go fast and hard, but you heard the lady…” the rhino rumbled.

“Fuck you…” said a voice from behind her, and even though her heart was pounding in hr ears Sharon recognized David - the stag who was still the only one who hadn't gotten his dick inside her.

“Don’t mind Bambi, Sharon. Take as long as you like…” Jordan insisted, moving his huge hands to the cougar’s ass. It was a little bigger than she liked in spite of her work-out regimen, but Sharon was thrilled to find out that Jordan could grope her cheeks the same way guys used to when she was in college. She relaxed a little into his touch, which meant another two inches of rhino pushed into her straining pussy, forcing her body to adjust.

“Mnnnnhhhh… you boys are just… terrible…” Sharon groaned, idly stroking the subtle bulge in her belly.

“You’re a piece of work too. Been a while, huh?” asked the stag from behind, just as he wrapped his arms around her and began to play with her tits.

“T-too long…” Sharon almost purred out. The stag had sweet fingers, and knew how to work the handfuls of feline flesh.

“I get that a lot. Too long, too thick… get a lot of that from girls. But you’re not a girl, are you Sharon?” Jordan asked, and any response the cougar might have made was replaced y a gas when he flexed his cock in the snug grip of her sex. The tip of the rhino’s cock had been pressed against her cervix for a while, but that little flutter and gravity finished the job and brought Sharon’s thighs into contact with Jordan’s lap, her labia straining as she held every last inch of the pachyderm jock.

“Fuck, you’re tight! It’s your show now, kitty. Lemme see you ride…” Jordan said, using his hands to move her ass back and forth as he kneaded her cheeks.

Sharon didn’t trust her legs enough to try and rise off the rhino’s horn, but grinding her ass against his lap was making her toes curl and his thick neck tense, she she guessed it would be enough. And small wonder, since she was wrapped tight enough around him that she could feel his heartbeat. So she began arching and flexing her back, feeling the last of Andy’s cum seep around the cock now claiming every bit of room in her pussy. She laid her hands on Jordan's heavy shoulders and leaned forward, thrusting her ass into his thick-fingered hands. He was happy to let her move, but he also kept kneading her cheeks, making the mature feline groan every time he grabbed and pulled them apart.

“Fuck, I just got an idea…” said the stag behind her.

“I was wondering when it would get past that thick skull…”

Sharon wasn’t sure what David’s idea was, nor did she really are as she swiveled and ground her pussy against Jordan’s crotch. and when the hot, hard tip of the stag’s cock kissed her exposed pucker the realization came too late. Sharon yowled as only a cat could as the ideally tapered cervine cock opened her up, letting the rest of the stag’s girth stretch her ass. A lot of Andy’s cum had settled in her crease but her tail-hole still burned from the sudden intrusion with nothing but that improvised lube.

Through exhaustion, tequila and the fact that she wasn’t actually as young as she used to be, Sharon realized that at some point during this evening she’d crossed the line and lost control. If she had any left she wouldn't be wincing as a horny stag pushed his way under her puffed-up tail while her body was straining to hold his rhino friend. But it was hard to be reasonable while buzzed and horny, and even the pain of an unlubed anal entry wasn’t enough to bring her out of it.

She squirmed, but that didn’t help. It only made her walls rub around the pachyderm cock stuffing her pussy and sap any willpower she might have mustered to try and stop this. She knew the boys wouldn’t stop on their onjn. Even if they’d been sober they were living the fantasy of hormonal teens - a MILF putting out and up for anything. To his credit David wasn’t actually rough. In fact she was sure this wasn’t the stag’s first time taking a girl’s ass with that cervine cock that was so ideally suited for reaming a nice, snug pucker.

The more she took the more she struggled to remain conscious. Her breaths were shallow and her exhales sounded too much like moans for her own good. Hands roamed across her wet body, groping, squeezing and tweaking. The feel of cervine hips pressing against her ass was such a relief she almost came right then, bu as the stag began to move she knew she wouldn’t last long. He was rocking into her and Jordan was helping her along lifting her hips with those huge arms of his. She caught sight of Carl and Andy sitting beside them and watching, two more young cocks stirring and looking like they would soon be ready for action.

It was too much to think about, so she buried her face in Jordan’s thick neck, pressed against his muscular body as thick, throbbing erections moved in and out of her pussy and ass. She’d relaxed enough back there that David could rut her in rapid, shallow thrusts. She could feel her ass rippling, the wet fur doing nothing to mask the slapping noises. Jordan’s climax took her by surprise, but the rhino had her attention as soon as she felt the first blast of his cum. It rushed into her already flooded womb, flowed back in a hot rush between her stretched walls and his throbbing shaft only to squirt noisily as he gave her way more than her body could hope to hold after she already took Andy’s load. The rush of heat was enough to trigger her own climax, announced by a thin whine coming from her muzzle as the clenching of her pucker slowed the stag behind her and her tenuous grip on consciousness failed her.

*******

When Sharon opened her eyes she winced at the glare filling the room. It seemed to stab through her corneas and into her brain as various aches and pains began to register. A number of complaints were coming from below the waist, especially between her legs and under her tail. The wet, slimy sensation between her thighs and cheeks suggested that she hadn’t showered last night. Small wonder, since she didn’t remember reaching her house, let alone her bedroom. Then again, Jordan alone would have had little trouble carrying her upstairs.

Her ears registered something, and as her brain spun into gear Sharon realized that it hadn’t been sunlight that had woken her. She fumbled for the phone just to silence the chirping, her feline eyes managing to focus on the screen. Unsurprising, she had four new contacts, and the sight of the numbers indicating unread messages made the cougar bury her face in her pillow to muffle the cry of frustration as she considered what she’d gotten herself into…