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Ricky stared at the girl in the picture on Desmond's phone. It was hard not to stare. She was a big opossum girl, thick in all the best places. Her legs were spread, pussylips parted by Desmond's familiar black fingers. Strings of vaginal wetness webbed his digits.

Only her smile and nose were visible on her face. Everything else was obscured by two-toned hair, the bangs trimmed in a line just beneath her eyes. Her locks were stark black on one side, silvery-white on the other, and a perfect division in the middle. On any other girl the wild hair would have been the eye-catcher, but Ricky cared far more about her figure.

"You don't even know this chick's name?" the black stallion asked. His nose was close to the phone, his eyes closely scrutinizing the vulgar details.

"Yeah."

"But you fuck her brains out?" the horse pried.

Desmond smiled. "Yeah," he repeated. "I dunno. She says she doesn't like telling guys her name. Something about it not being necessary. She knows mine though." He nudged the horse with his elbow. Ricky didn't look up from the phone. "With tits like hers, I don't care what her name is."

Ricky agreed. He we usually more of an ass man, but this girl had jugs he could appreciate. Pink areola peeked around crossed black body tape but nothing else was left to the imagination. "And, uh," concern entered his voice, "she wants to fuck me, right?"

"I told her I know a stallion. She said she wants to meet you." Desmond smooched Ricky's cheek and took back his phone. "Then she sat on my face and gave me a handy. I think you'll like her. I said I'd let you know she was interested."

Ricky ignored the kiss. He looked into Desmond's eyes. "I have a question."

Desmond grinned and jingled his car keys. "Yeah, I know you do. And yeah, I'll take you to her place. I think you'll dig it."

After a short, uneventful drive, Desmond stopped his car outside of a run-down hardware store in the shitty part of town. Ricky looked at Desmond skeptically.

"Come on, dude. Here?" He checked the lock on the passenger door. "Fuck this place, man, I feel like someone's gonna take my wallet in there. Or my kidneys."

Desmond brushed him off. "It's not so bad here, just keep your eyes open." He got out of the car. Ricky reluctantly followed him up to the store. Its facade was layered with graffiti and its original name, Bilkins Hardware, was only a faded stencil above the doorway. The fox unlocked the door with a key on his ring and showed Ricky inside.

Inside was a party girl's dream den. The medium-sized store had been renovated into a spacious pad. Black vinyl posters lined the walls - Aerosmith, Guns 'N Roses, Led Zeppelin, "Kocaine" Kahnso, Depeche Mode, Eurythmics, and a dozen other acts from the seventies through the nineties. Assorted statues of dragons, tarantulas, and movie monsters dotting the shelves mounted on the walls. There were two long sofas, one with a corner section, both jet black and ripped in places where passionate claws had dug their way through the fabric. A bed toward the middle of the room was topped with a purple comforter which had been patched in spots with random pieces of fabric by an inexperienced but passable sewer. Black pillows, some heart-shaped, dotted its surface. And on the bed, Ricky saw her.

"Desmond. Hey, omigosh! You brought him!" she said in a voice so bubbly that Ricky was startled. He looked at Desmond questioningly but the fox was looking at the possum. "Come here. Both of you guys. You're Ricky, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," the horse said. His eyes latched onto her boobs. She was dressed for clubbing. Her tits were shoved under fishnet, nipples taped. A translucent skirt hugged her hips. "This place is awesome, you decorate it yourself?"

She grinned. "Yeah, I did. It is pretty awesome. C'mere, dude, let's fu-u-uck."

"Sure, let's fuck," Ricky blurted, surprised by how upfront the possum was. He moved closer and she grabbed him, then hurled him onto the bed. Her strength was something to behold. "Easy, easy!"

"I sure am," the possum agreed. "Desmond, you gonna join in or-?"

The fox sat on one of the couches. He had a fine view of the bed. Ricky realized the couches were there so people could watch. "I'm gonna sit this one out. My dick's still raw from last night."

The possum started opening up Ricky's fly. Her chubby fingers moved deftly. "I let Desmond titfuck me. Apparently you gotta to use lube for that or it can make your cock raw. Lesson learned!" As she opened Ricky's pants, she leaned over him and gave him a smooch with her full, warm lips. "You're a lot cuter than you looked in the pictures. Looks like Desmond has competition now."

"You can have her," Desmond cut in. "Good luck breathing once she decides to make a chair out of your face. I about smothered last time."

She laughed. "No, you almost drowned. I was tripping really hard on E that night. Ga-a-awd, I was sweating so much. You looked like you'd been in the shower by the time I got off you."

"Sweat's pretty hot," Ricky huffed. He was already hard under his boxer shorts. The possum took notice and clutched his penis through the fabric. She worked a gasp out of Ricky. "Don't know what Desmond told you, but you can pretty much do me however you want, baby. Sit on me, ride me, put me on top. I'm happy if you're happy."

"I hear you like getting your asshole licked," she remarked. "Just like Desmond does."

Ricky blushed. "What guy doesn't?"

"I licked his asshole once," she said, pointing at her posters. Ricky canted his head and looked at them, mouthing the names of the acts.

"Kahnso, she means Kahnso," Desmond clarified. "She had some weird fat groupie sex with him. I guess he's a chubby chaser or something."

"He was nice," the possum said, shrugging. Her breasts bounced heavily. She ran a hand under his shirt and tweaked a nipple. Ricky's shiver was both cute and arousing to her. "I like eating ass. I like getting my ass eaten, too, so you better not think you're getting something for nothing."

"I like your girlfriend, Desmond. Too bad she doesn't have a name."

"Hey, I have a name, jerk! It's just not important when you're suffocating between my tits." She pulled up the fishnet as if to illustrate said suffocation, but she didn't start smothering Ricky. She did say, however, "You keep staring, so are you gonna touch my tits or what?"

Desmond slid his jeans and briefs down. He comfortably sat with his legs spread. "Just leave the tape on. It's her thing."

"What blondie said," the goth agreed.

Ricky's dark hands roamed the possum's tremendous bust, sliding over thin silvery fur with ease. When he stopped to dig his fingers in a bit, her chubby breasts seemed almost like a liquid as their pliant flesh oozed between his fingers.

"So soft," Ricky cooed. "Like a couple of pillows."

"Yeah," the girl concurred. "Okay, tit time over, dick time now." Her fleshy hands grabbed for his boxer shorts and yanked them downward. Ricky's ebony cock bowed under the fabric, springing free when the flare cleared the waistband. A fat wad of precum slung across the girl's pudgy belly.

"Messy and big," she cooed. "Omigosh, I love it." Her hands squeezed Ricky's penis, kneading it, groping it with far more intensity than he had shown her breasts. His cock under her eager touch, Ricky writhed and crooned, an enormous smile on his face. His slender body splayed on the bed as though he wanted to make a snow angel.

The goth possum dragged her tongue up Ricky's shaft, starting at its middle and ending on its flare. Another thick and vulgar wad of precum oozed from the piss slit as her tongue reared up on it. She lapped it away, cooing lustfully, tail swaying above the plump curve of her ass. "You taste really nice, gawd," she groaned in her valley girl cadence. "Like, gawd, Desmond. Why didn't you tell me about this guy sooner?"

"I woulda kept you to myself too," Ricky admitted, his voice tense and strained with pleasure. "Oh, man. I wanna fuck your brains out."

"She'll wear you out," the fox warned. He studied the girl's ass cheeks and masturbated slowly.

"Yeah! I'm so horny all the time," she laughed. "Desmond's like, gawd, stop being such a whore. And I'm like," she smooched the head of Ricky's penis, "gawd, Desmond! Just put it in my butt, would you?"

Her pink nose pressed into the horse's balls. Stout and black and very round, their curves excited her. She lapped over them and cooed with the taste still on her tongue, "Mm, I love your big balls. Horses have the best balls."

"You can have mine all you want," Ricky sighed, folding his arms behind his head. He felt like a king.

Her nose nuzzled under his balls. Ricky grinned. He lifted and bent his legs for her. He was very happy when he felt her hot breath on his asshole. Her tongue slopped across the plump ring of his anus and he moaned, arched his back slightly. His anus winked against her lips as if kissing her.

"Mmm! Horses have the best buttholes, too," the possum effused, speaking into his ass crack.

"You should eat my ass more," Desmond said with a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Later-r-r," she buzzed. She straightened herself out quickly and climbed over top of Ricky, resting her formidable hips on his. Her translucent skirt blurred the dark shape of his penis. "Hey, so, usually I do butt stuff but I really want a huge dick in my pussy tonight. Is that cool?"

Ricky's hands gripped her hips. He knew such a sturdy girl could take a manhandling. Although an ass man, Ricky never was one to turn his nose up to pussy. "Yeah, that's totally cool, just go for it, baby," he said urgently. "Ride the hell out of me."

"Just sealed your fate," Desmond said, snickering. "She's gonna flatten you."

"Yeah, totally gonna squish you," the possum agreed. She grabbed Ricky's cock under her skirt. Her palm was fleshy, hot, sweaty. "Gawd, it's big," she murmured as she guided it to the lips of her cunt. Its folds were plump, just like the rest of her body was. Although Ricky was a hung stallion, the possum was undaunted. She ground her damp lips against the flare of his penis and worked herself open until her pussylips wedged open around the dark meat. She and Ricky both cooed as her deep, pink cunt swallowed him down. The stallion's eyes rolled back and closed. The possum grinned, bit her lip. Her whip tail lashed as her pelvis lowered slowly into Ricky's lap, ultimately hiding his foot-long horse cock fully in her body.

"Yea-a-ah, that's so awesome, some big horsey dick," the possum cooed. "Like, gawd, that feels good. You like it too, right?"

"Uh-huh, of course I do," Ricky agreed, fondling the possum's ass. The plumpness of her body made Ricky feel like a little kid; his hands were tiny on her. "Desmond, how did you get tired of this? She's so damn soft and hot."

"'Cause he's, like, all wimpy and stuff," the possum giggled. She started to bounce on Ricky, moving slow, building up the pace she'd use. All her weight made her like a freight train in that she was slow to get moving but impossible to stop once momentum was on her side. Every part of her from her hair to her thighs seemed to wobble as she rode the horse. Under her rising and dropping weight, the bed's frame squeaked rhythmically.

Desmond, his expression unreadable, moved over to the bed. He sat close to Ricky and the possum. "Careful," he remarked, "she's full of shit."

"Don't care what she's full of," Ricky sighed. His smile was of sublime pleasure. His hands felt up her pudgy body, grabbed her tits, squeezed them until the fatty flesh dimpled. "Damn, girl. You're like a marshmallow."

"Put her on a stick and hold her over a fire?" Desmond suggested.

She cackled and smacked the foxcoon. The blow was not a hard one, but it was enough to make Desmond flinch. "Gawd, you're such a dick," she lambasted him. "You want a beej or something? You're acting all jealous. It's kinda cute!"

"I'm not jealous," Desmond grunted.

Ricky chuckled. "Dunno about that, man... you seem pretty jealous to me. I know I'd be jealous if you were scoring some good pussy like this, right in front of me."

"Shut up," the fox hissed.

"Hey," Ricky asked the girl, "you even feel it when he's fucking you?"

"Shut up, Ricky!" Desmond snapped, ears splaying back and cheeks warming with blush.

The possum giggled. "Oh man, Desmond loves the little dick stuff! I'm not very good at it, though. I'm like, uh, boy, your dick is really tiny. You should be, like, ashamed." She leaned low and smooched Ricky with her full lips. Her ebony lipstick smeared on his mouth, turning his black fur glossy. "Mmm. I like you. You're all cute and your dick is big." Her hand squeezed Desmond's thigh. "I like yours too. No more yelling. You need a blowjob."

Desmond scooted a bit closer. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice softer. "That would be nice."

A toothy grin spread across her lips. She eyed Desmond's prick, then Ricky's maw. "You need a good, ha-a-ard suck. And your buddy is gonna give it to you."

"What?" Ricky asked, disappointment encroaching on his pleasured grin. "I don't suck dick, that's Desmond's thing."

"Why not?" the possum asked. She still moved firmly, the rhythm never breaking. She huffed in short, shallow breaths. Incredibly hot and slick inside, she had what Ricky already thought was some of the best pussy he'd ever had.

"'Cause," Ricky huffed, but he was unable to think of a good reason. His eyes flitted to Desmond's small, uncircumcised penis. "Uh, I don't know how."

The goth laughed. She pulled Desmond's cock and coaxed him to move closer. "It's easy! And Desmond's so small, so it's like a practice dick."

"Fuck you both," Desmond snarled. His penis throbbed.

She bounced off of Ricky and flopped onto her back. The bed bounced, jostling Ricky and then Desmond like a shockwave. "C'mon and fuck me, horsey-dude. And then like, Desmond can stand over me and you can blow him. It'll be cool! And hot!"

Ricky climbed onto the possum with the clumsy eagerness of a teenage virgin. His cock waggled ahead him like a divining rod - and then it found the water, the wet spot between the girl's massive thighs. He pressed into her smoothly and a shudder passed through him. Holding onto her legs, feeling small up against her, he started to thrust his bony hips against her wide soft padded pelvis.

"Good horsey," she cooed. "Now it's Dezzyboo's turn."

The foxcoon kicked off his bottoms and stood over the possum. His stance was so wide that he looked like a gunslinger in some old western just waiting to draw. In Desmond's case, his gun was tiny but loaded. Clear but musky fluid dribbled from the pucker of its foreskin.

"This is dumb," Ricky groused. But then he took the fox's cock into his maw in one surprising gulp. His nose bumped Desmond's small but thick blonde bush and he huffed a sharp, annoyed snort. Then he began to suck, doing it hard like he was trying to be defiant.

Desmond cooed anyway. He stroked over Ricky's head and through his hair. Like the possum with her stylish black and white division, Ricky's hair was also two-toned. It was red and white, the color striping his locks, giving his hair a look not unlike the surface of a candy cane. "Boy, like a duck to water, huh?" the fox gloated.

"Totally, I can hear him going at it," the possum giggled. "It's totally hot when guys fuck. You guys should do anal for me sometime."

Ricky huffed. Desmond slowly rocked his hips since Ricky didn't want to bob for him. "I could go for that," the fox said gently. "Live sex show for you. Get my butthole wrecked while you watch."

The possum moved up to her elbows. She reached for one of the heart-shaped pillows and pulled it under herself, used it to prop up her hips. With the space she gave herself and Ricky, she managed to sit up enough that she was able to hug the fox's legs. Her short snout bumped the crack of his ass. She slobbered up through the crevice, her tongue only glancing his pucker, but Desmond still moaned.

"I'll do more than wa-a-atch," she huffed into his crack. "I'll suck you off while he fucks you. Or sit on your face."

"Or sit on my face and suck me off," the fox suggested. He felt over the pert knife shapes of Ricky's ears. "How you doing, Ricky?"

The horse grunted. He started to work his tongue over Desmond's small cock. In a way he enjoyed what he was doing. He liked sex with men; the slightly but constantly swollen state of Desmond's anus was partially his doing. Ricky simply didn't think of himself as explicitly gay. It was one thing to get a blowjob from a buddy or to bend him over and carve out his asshole. It was another thing entirely to actually suck your buddy's dick. Ricky petulantly felt that now, he was a fag. But the possum pussy milking his cock was good, and he liked that he was making Desmond feel nice. He gave the foxcoon reacharounds. Sometimes they gave each other handjobs. He thought about those occasions and he kept sucking. He started to bob his head but his motions were stiff and awkward. Desmond enjoyed them regardless.

The goth pulled apart Desmond's cheeks and smooched the raised rim of his pucker. Her glossy lipstick smeared off on his asshole and caused its pink flesh to appear bruised. She dived in again and managed to dig her tongue inside of him. When Desmond groaned and arched his back, the possum smirked. All men liked having their asses licked. It was more fun with the ones who had to be talked into it, but hearing Desmond coo and moan off the bat was pretty fun too.

"Ooh, shit. Damn," Desmond huffed. He held Ricky's head close to his crotch. "Oh, that's it, that's it."

The stallion's eyes opened wide, then clenched shut as Desmond's mess slopped across his tongue. With nothing else to do, Ricky swallowed it and believed he had done something irrevocably gay. His grinding slowed, then picked up again. As soon as Desmond let go, Ricky pulled away from the fox's loins.

"Cool, you came," the goth giggled, and flopped back. "Tongue up the ass always does you in."

"Yeah," Desmond concurred, his voice tired but full of satisfaction. He flopped beside the possum and cuddled up to her, wrapped his arms around her, nuzzled her tits. Sweat permeated her fur like a glaze.

Ricky kept moving. He was huffing and blushing. He felt strange - but good. His eyes drifted over Desmond's flaccid and small penis before going back to the possum's jugs. "You feeling good? You gonna cum for me?" he asked the girl. He reached out and palmed a breast. Even through the tape, her nipple ground into his palm noticeably. Ricky felt a small swell of excitement; that thin layer between his hand and the nipple titillated him, forced him to imagine the way her nipple might tweak under his fingers.

"Uh-huh, yea-a-ah," answered the possum. She huffed and bit her lower lip. Soft moans escaped her, high and airy like puffs of steam. "Mm. Yeah."

Desmond gnawed at her neck, kissed her cheek, kissed her lips. Eventually she kissed him back and Ricky saw their tongues dragging together. He thought about the coppery taste on his own tongue and he blushed again. "Fuck, I'm close," he whispered. His balls were feeling taut, somehow seeming more weighted. He squeezed her thighs and fucked her with everything he had. Ricky was slim but he had endurance. Sweat broke out, oozed through his fur, gave him an oily sheen which was eye-catching under the moody lights of the girl's den. He hunkered over her and she petted him the way Desmond had. Her fingers slid through his two-toned hair sweetly.

"Oh, oh fuck," the possum mumbled into the kiss. She broke it off hastily, whined, then bit her lip again. She huffed around her teeth and through her nose. Her long tail swished and whipped and she came, pussy clenching tight and squirting hard. A whimpering moan escaped her and she arched and writhed as if possessed. "Ohhh fuck!" she cried, and she hugged Ricky and Desmond both against her tits like they were a pair of teddy bears. "Ooh fuck, oh goddamn, yes. Yes!"

Ricky found himself trembling with pleasure. The nameless girl's vaginal muscles gripped and kneaded him, her insides like an oven baking him to completion. He shared gladly in her exultation. Every twitch and squirm she exhibited was intensely erotic to him, the throes of her climax more stimulating than the nastiest porn he had ever seen. He fucked her but only for a few moments longer. He fell against her, huffing into her tits, sharing that deep sweaty space with Desmond as he pumped her full of his cum. He never thought to ask if she was on the pill and he didn't care very much at the moment. Satisfaction like Ricky had never felt before warmed him. Afterglow coddled and shielded him against all concerns. He rested willingly against the thick opossum and breathed laboriously into her cleavage.

"Oh, man. Desmond, your friend cums like a fire hose. This is awesome," the girl giggled. She rubbed their heads, felt through their lush hair. "So-o-o, after you guys are ready again, wanna DP me in the butt?"

"Yes!" Ricky and Desmond answered in unison, no tiredness in their voices.

She smooched them both, Ricky and then Desmond. Her lipstick left smears on their muzzles. "Awesome," said the thick possum. "Totally awesome."