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Monday could not have felt slower. Clarissa was alone at home making sure the place was spotless and organized. She tried burning more time by reading, but it was impossible to focus. Every scene she read about, whether sex related or not, involved Damien in her mind. He intruded her imagination with his masculine presence. Damien Damien Damien. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She visited Horsed.com to see more images of him naked. She came close to masturbating to his image, but successfully fought the urge. It was best to save things for that evening.

Marshall got home after experiencing an equally tortuous wait. "God. Five didn't come around quick enough," he said the moment he walked through the front door as he shrugged off his jacket. "When does Damien get off work?"

"About now, or in a few minutes," she said, checking her phone.

"Do you want to text him and ask? I can't wait much longer."

"Neither can I, but we should wait. We shouldn't be rude and rush him." Although he should hurry his ass over here.

"You're right. Dammit. What should we do until then?"

"I'll get dressed. You do the same."

"What are you putting on?"

"I got that sexy dress you got me for my birthday a few years ago."

"Ooh. He'll love that."

"I know. You just get into something casual." She came over and kissed his lips. "Let's be patient and relax, OK?"

He smiled and patted her butt. "You got it."

Sarah went upstairs and fetched her "sexy dress", as she called it. It was a skimpy thing that hardly constituted clothing. It was a dark navy blue that clung to her torso as tightly as a wetsuit. It covered none of her cleavage and came barely a few inches below the swell of her buttocks. Her poofy fox tail stuck out from the tail slot. She spent several minutes in front of the mirror, adjusting her breasts and making sure her ass looked nice. Satisfied, she put on a thin layer of makeup. She wanted to be pretty, but not slutty. She was dabbing perfume on her tits when Marshall joined her in the bathroom wearing a plain t-shirt and sweatpants. The two of them together, even more so than usual, were in total contrast.

"Damn. You look gorgeous." he told her.

She smiled as she took the perfumed tissue and swabbed it between her thighs. "Thanks."

"I'm serious." He leaned against the wall behind her with his arms crossed. He looked at her through the mirror. "He's really gonna love it. I know I do. You could've put on anything and he would love it. You're so beautiful."

She turned around and came over to hug him. "Thank you so much, baby. You know it means a lot to me when you compliment me."

"Heh, it better. I do it every day."

"Good. Never stop." She kissed his cheek, leaving a faint lipstick stain. "Thanks for making this happen."

"Thanks to you, too. It was a group effort, remember? I look at the porn place, then you walk in on me. That was the plan."

She laughed in a way that made her breasts jiggle and her tail bounce. "Oh, so you had it all planned, did you?"

"Do I look like a guy with a plan?" he asked, pulling off his best Joker impression.

"I wouldn't put it past you, you pervert." She smacked the side of his butt.

"Ahah... No you wouldn't."

They started kissing each other when Marshall's phone buzzed in his pocket. He slid it out and looked over at it. It was Damien. "Oh shit! It's him!" He opened the text message, suddenly ignoring his wife. Clarissa didn't mind, she was equally invested. "'There in 20.'" Marshall read. "Alright, so he's on his way. Whoo... Here we go."

Clarissa gave him a tight squeeze. "Everything's gonna be fine. I'm nervous too, but I'm also excited."

Marshall forced a smile. "Yeah, me too."

They went downstairs and spent the next several minutes pacing the entire first floor and coming back to check the clock on their wall. It was a few minutes before 6 when Clarissa saw Damien's black pickup truck pull into their driveway. He parked and stepped out of it while looking up at their fancy home. He wore a plain white t-shirt and some faded jeans. He had the same pair of tan work boots he wore at the restaurant. Through the white fabric of his shirt Clarissa could already make out the impressive contours of his muscles. His nipples poked out visibly. Clarissa's tail jittered. He wasn't even in the house yet.

"He's here!" she announced in the foyer. She heard the whomping footsteps of her husband rushing to the front door.

"Thank God," he huffed, before putting on a genial expression and opening the door as Damien climbed the front porch steps. "Hey! How are you?" Clarissa stayed behind him in the middle of the foyer.

"I'm great!" he said, shaking Marshall's paw. "Clarissa inside?"

"She's right in here." Marshall said, stepping aside. Damien came in and took time to admire the spacious foyer around him until his eyes fell on Clarissa. He came to a dead halt, struck by her beauty.

"Wow." he said simply. "You're gorgeous. You did all that for me?"

Clarissa smiled modestly and adjusted her hair. "As a matter of fact, I did. I wanted to look nice for our first little get-together."

Damien rubbed his chin, looking up and down her bountiful curves. Marshall felt pressure build in his loins just from seeing Damien look at her like that. "Well then, my apologies for not dressing up as good as you did." Damien said, then scoffed. "I guess I should've got the memo last time: You two are a fancy bunch."

"Not really," she said, striding up to him. The clop of her heels hitting the hardwood floor echoed through the foyer. She came within inches of him, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "We just like to dress proper for the people who treat us right~"

Marshall was biting his lip. His penis was already beginning to unsheathe, making itself a burden on his underwear. He pulled at the crotch of his sweatpants to make some room. Damien was more reserved, reaching out for her paws and thumbing around their backsides. "I appreciate it, although if you don't mind, it's what's under all of that that I'm after." He then leaned forward and kissed her.

Years of kissing Marshall and nobody else had made her accustomed to the bristle of his mustache. She expected and cherished it every time their lips met. It's absence was the first thing she noticed when Damien kissed her. It was like removing a plaster cast. It had become such a central part of her experience kissing that it felt like there was a void once it was gone. She loved it. Damien's lips were soft. They were prickled with a thin fuzz of mustache and beard hairs. The muscles moving them were strong, but applied themselves gently and with grace. He respectfully withheld his tongue, although she was certain he would be more assertive with it later on.

She let go of his hooves and held his sides where she could feel the hard rack of his ribs. He reciprocated, laying his giant hooves on the curves of her torso. His touch thrilled her body, causing her blonde fox tail to flick and swish behind her. A fire was lit between her thighs, one that was growing urgently. She pulled herself in closely and applied her tongue. Damien met it with equal force.

Marshall stood aside quietly, breathing as quietly as he could. His cock and balls ached painfully. His heart wrung with jealousy. Damien was an expert kisser, and Marshall knew that it wasn't the only thing he was good at. An ominously large bulge was growing in Damien's pants, leering towards Clarissa. Marshall saw Damien's hooves sit mere inches above Clarissa's ass, the very thing Marshall loved to joke about and worship. He always flirted with Clarissa about it because he had been confident that he was the only man who got to experience it. Now here was a superior man about to have his way with it, and Marshall was the one letting it happen. He felt so weak, horny too. He licked his lips and forced himself to speak. "Ah... Excuse me." He cleared his throat.

Damien opened one eye and cut it towards Marshall. He broke with Clarissa's lips, leaving her open mouthed and sighing softly. "What's up?" he asked.

"Where do you guys... Um... Where are you gonna do it?" Marshall felt how red his face was. His voice was crackly and meek.

"I don't know," Damien said. "Wherever you folks want it." He looked at Clarissa. "Where do you want it, missy?"

Clarissa opened her eyes as if coming out of some dream. She hardly seemed to believe she was awake. "Uh... the bedroom. Our bedroom," she said. "I think there will be fine." That's where all of her fantasies took place, on the bed where her and Marshall slept and made love.

"Lead the way then," Damien said.

Clarissa smiled saucily and came off of him, holding him by one hoof. She guided him up the foyer steps, her fox tail snaking behind her. Damien followed closely, a proud smile on his face. Marshall was right behind him, eye-level with Damien's massive hindquarters. They were like two chiseled boulders that grinded with each step. They came to the second floor where Clarissa guided them down the hall to the master bedroom. She opened the door and held it open for Damien.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said, bowing as he walked inside. Clarissa smiled and kept her eye on him as he walked past her, not minding her husband. Once everyone was inside, she closed the door. Marshall sat in a chair near the wall which had been placed there in case things moved to the bedroom, which he suspected it would.

"So, I reckon you'd like me out of this dress?" Clarissa asked, striding towards Damien. He nodded, as did Marshall, although the question wasn't directed towards him. "Good, I'm getting awfully tired of it." She turned around, showing off her back. "Be a doll and unzip me please?" It was a noted talent of Clarissa's that she never needed help zipping or unzipping her dresses. Years of gymnastics as a kid afforded her impressive flexibility. She didn't ask Damien for his help. She wanted him to touch her more. This was not lost on Marshall, who never recalled being asked to unzip her.

Damien obliged, pinching the zipper and dragging it downwards so that the dress split. He took the two flaps and peeled them off of her sides. It slid off, exposing most of her bodily grace. Only her bra remained. Damien got rid of that too. A nude Clarissa did a full body stretch, reaching her arms high into the air and lacing her fingers together above her head. Her tail flicked into a coil before settling down to the floor and swishing around seductively. She turned around to face Damien, showing off her breasts and womanhood. She saw herself in the reflection of his eyes as he drank in her magnificent figure. He did not look at her with a deep admiration that made her feel beautiful.

Marshall pulled his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles. He leaned far back in his chair to pull his gut off his cock which he was already beginning to stroke. He gritted his teeth as he felt an escalating pressure grip at his balls. Every time he'd felt lust towards her he was satiated by her. Now was not the case. All he could do now was watch and satiate himself.

Clarissa got close to Damien and laid her paws on his abs, still covered over by his shirt. "Now, Damien, please do us all a favor and show us what's under all of this."

"Yes ma'am." Damien crossed his arms in front of his trunk and grabbed the hem of his shirt. In one fluid pull he took it off over his head, unveiling that Godly column of a torso so profoundly marked by muscle. Clarissa grinned goofily and swam her paws around his abdomen and chest, making sure to give extra attention to his burly pecs. They were like slabs of granite wrapped over by fur. The fact that what she felt was living flesh astounded and defied her. While she touched him Damien undid his belt buckle and unraveled it from around his waist. It hit the carpet with a dense whump that made Marshall jump a little. Damien popped his button then undid his fly. Clarissa stood back, eagerly awaiting what came next. Marshall leaned forward in his chair, taking a moment to stop touching himself.

Damien pushed his jeans down to his ankles. He looked down and realized that his boots were still on. "Ah, excuse me for a moment." Clarissa and Marshall giggled as he kneeled down to untie his boots. She looked over at Marshall, and the two of them shared a giddy smile. Clarissa ducked her head and shook with glee. I can't believe it! Marshall gave her the thumbs up. I know! Have fun! Damien got his boots off and stepped backwards out of his jeans. He kicked them aside and stood upright. "There we go. Sorry about that."

"You're fine," Clarissa said. Her eyes fell on his underwear which were a pair of gray compression shorts already inflated by his tremendous manhood. She could faintly make out the shape of his titanic scrotum and the two orbs within. A cylinder was growing from him, drifting atop the left side of his balls. Clarissa suddenly grew stoic. "You're fine..."

Damien grinned arrogantly. That look never got old. Damien grabbed the underwear's waistband and pulled them down. Out came his cock, not yet done growing, but already at a size that made husband and wife inhale through their noses. It slid out at a pace just fast enough to be visible. It bowed forward under its own weight, but was gradually leveling itself out as more and more blood was pumped into its very demanding volume. The skin around it was smooth, rugged as it was by the many thick veins running up his length. Most of it was a dark black, though it was lightened by the occasional cloud of dark gray.

Seeing it on Horsed.com made Clarissa appreciate its size. Seeing it in person made her fear it. After a few strokes and guidance it became fully hard. It pointed at her with an almost menacing aura, like a weapon or accusation. It almost had a character of its own, bold and unwavering, much like the gentleman who carried it. Looking at how big his cock was made Clarissa doubt if he could even be classified as a gentleman anymore, as if she had discovered some dark secret of his. Her tummy curled in on itself and her tail curled in between her legs. She held her paws in front of her groin warily. "Well... My God... You're quite..." Was there a word for it? "Big." Yeah, that was it.

"You think so?" he asked facetiously, rubbing his hoof up and down that barbarous shaft. The way he carried it so effortlessly made Marshall shiver in his seat. His own penis came close to going limp and retreating back into its sheath as if confronted by some threat. He kept it hard by stroking it, trapped in the motion by pure shock. "Think you can handle it?" Damien asked. The question, though a tad boastful, was genuine. He wasn't about to force it in her if she didn't think it was going to fit. Too many women took that challenge and found out the hard way that they couldn't.

"I... Um... I don't know. Maybe." She said, chewing her claws. "I think if we lubed it up a little, we could."

"Do you have anything?" Damien asked.

"We have lotion in the bathroom." she said. Without a word Marshall got out of his chair. He waddled a few steps before kicking his pants from around his ankles and rushed into the bathroom. He came out with a yellow bottle of lotion. He handed it to Damien like it was some relic.

"Ah! Thanks, buddy." Damien said. Marshall bowed and quietly retreated back to his chair. Damien held the bottle for her to take. "You can put it on me, if you'd like~"

She took it, grinning. "I would, but there's something I'd like to do first."

"What's that?" Damien asked. She fell to her knees. "Ah. Of course. You're more than welcome to do that."

Clarissa came eye-level with his cock. It was like staring down the barrel of a cannon. His musk struck her for the first time, becoming a smell she couldn't ignore nor let go now that she had picked it up. It made her heart beat faster still and sent a wave of gooseprickles erupting across her fur. Her nipples went hard and her pussy quivered. That smell, so masculine and raw, was unlike anything she had experienced. It was glorious. She grabbed his shaft gently at first. He was rigid like stone, so she gripped it more firmly. She stroked him some, marveling over how the tips of her thumb and middle finger failed to wrap around his girth. His cock thrummed with a heat that she could feel radiating against her face. It was a scepter of powerful masculinity that stimulated her just by being so close.

She closed her eyes and kissed the tip. Her ears stood upright and her tail flicked. The taste was as strong as the smell, instantly persuading her to get more. A bead of precum had developed in his slit which she dabbed her tongue into. Her whole mouth was awash in his manly flavor, and with hardly any conscious control she wrapped her lips around his cock. "Mmm~" She went as deep as she could, though that wasn't far. Keeping her teeth off of him was a demanding task as well. She knew she wasn't going to deepthroat him. Still, she pushed on, savoring that supreme flesh now weighing down on her tongue.

Marshall was in a feud with himself. Terrible jealousy was clamoring through his chest and gut. Those were the lips he kissed on his wedding day, the lips he kissed every morning, the lips he first kissed after their fifth date. They were now the lips firmly wrapped around another man's cock. She was enjoying it too, wearing an expression of delight he'd rarely seen whenever she blew him, if ever. He licked his lips, wondering if he would be able to kiss her in the future without flashing back to her sucking that enormous cock.

In spite of that, he continued masturbating. It filled him with incredible joy seeing something so hot and, in a twisted way, beautiful. This was what he always fantasized about, as did Clarissa. This was their sexual dream come true, and it was every bit as sexy as he had imagined. He didn't want her to stop. He wanted her to suck that dick to her heart's content like she never had with his. When she was done, he was going to give her a big sloppy kiss.

Damien watched calmly, not moving an inch so as not to add any difficulty. She was doing well for a non-equine. He doubted she had any experience with any man other than her husband. That was fine. A woman so neglected sexually deserved a big pay raise, even if it meant a sharp learning curve. He rested his hoof on her scalp. He played with her silky blonde hair, loving how soft and reflective it was. He made a mental note to ask her if she was a natural or not. He betted that she was.

Clarissa was enjoying herself, suckling and licking every way she could. She loved the way he petted her head like she was doing a good job. She could tell by the way his breath beat through his nostrils that he was enjoying it. She wanted to do it more. She forced herself deeper, gaping her jaw even more and pushing his tip toward her throat. She scowled, realizing that it was too much. She gagged and came off of him in a fit of coughs. Strings of spit strung between her lips and his cock. "Koff-koff-koff... Guhhhhh koff-koff... Guhhh koff-koff-koff." She made a fist in front of her mouth and clutched her knee. Every inhale was raspy and only succeeded in sucking in more spit down her windpipe.

Damien leaned forward and clapped her on the back. He wasn't at all surprised. "Easy now. Take it easy. Breathe."

Marshall stood up from his chair, immediately forgetting about his arousal. He looked on concerned, unsure if he should help. "You alright, baby?"

"Yes... Koff-koff... Just a little- koff... choked up... Aw shit... koff-koff..." She took a few more moments to catch her breath. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She eventually signaled that she was fine. "I'm good... I just bit off more than I could chew. Whoo... Goddamn..."

"That happens a lot," Damien said. "Don't feel bad."

"Oh, I don't, not when it's a dick as big as yours. Holy shit." Damien and Marshall laughed. Sensing everything was OK, Marshall sat back down.

Damien stood back up. "You can keep going if you want. You can make me cum, but I think it would be better if we saved that for later."

Talking about cumming made Marshall's stomach do somersaults.

"I will, and don't finish yet," Clarissa said. "If you're going to cum, it'll be inside of me~"

That didn't help.

"Fair enough," Damien said with a relaxed smile. "You can keep going. I'll say something if you're getting a little close."

Clarissa obeyed, replacing her lips on his cock. She went carefully this time, resigning herself to simply suckle and lick without moving her head. Damien was fine with that and continued to play with her hair. Stretched as her lips were, Clarissa managed a faint smile. She felt so lucky, honored even, to be the one pleasing such an incredible example of virility. Her tail swayed behind her and her butt rolled in a tiny circle. She was extremely horny. Moisture and heat spread across her crotch as her cunt demanded attention. Damien's cock was the only thing that could fulfill that desire, and as far as she could tell, was the only thing that would from then on. But first she had to get it out of her mouth, which was proving difficult thanks to how much she loved it.

She came off of him with a significant gasp. Her eyes were closed and her mouth curled into a smile. She opened her eyes and looked up at Damien who was looking down with a patient smile. She gently stroked his cock. "You're so big..." she whined. "I wish I had met you sooner." She tilted his shaft to the side and rubbed her velvet cheek against it. "You make me so hot."

"You've got me pretty riled up, too," Damien said, pulling the hair out from in front of her eyes. They were too pretty to be kept obscured. "You like putting that big dick in your mouth, don't you?"

"Oh, yes~" She kissed down its length to where the root met his pubis. "It's so amazing. I want you inside me so bad. God... You're so big~" She lowered her face into the heavy purse of his scrotum. He flinched a little from the cold tip of her nose. She took a deep breath. Sniiifffffffffffffff "Mmmmmmmm~" She kissed his sack, then opened her maw to suck on one of his balls. She lathered it with her tongue, unable to get enough of the potent musk it was laden with.

Damien chuckled. "There we go. Get yourself a good taste."

Clarissa waggled her butt and flicked her tail, obeying zealously. She moved her maw back and forth across the bottom of that delectable bounty, ensuring every thread of it had been graced by her tongue. The taste was something otherworldly, driving her into a state of nigh delirium. She murred and whimpered. Her buttocks and thighs vibrated. A drop of her juice fell from her pussy, now glistening in her arousal. She couldn't wait any longer.

Her mouth left his sack with a wet suction noise. She placed her slacked maw over his tip, breathing in more of that intoxicating musk straight down her throat. "Oh my God, Damien..." she grumbled. "You gotta fuck me..."

"Need it that bad, eh?"

"Yes, please..." She rubbed his dick with both her paws. "I don't know how much longer I can wait." Neither could Marshall, who had stripped off his shirt and wrung it tensely. He had to stop touching himself. He was too close to cumming.

"You got it, but first, let's make things more manageable." He pointed to the bottle of lotion by her knee. "Mind putting that on for me?"

"Not at all~" She picked the bottle up and popped the cap. She squirted a dab of lotion into her palm.

"Ah-ah-ah," Damien stopped her. "You're gonna need more than that. Trust me." She giggled and squirted more. "More." he said.

"More?"

"More." She squirted some more. "Little more." She shot more. "Teensy bit more." She spat out a tiny splat. Her palm was totally covered in a thick puddle of lotion, almost drooling down the sides. "That's enough."

"Geez, I hope so. We'd be out if it was any bigger." She swiped her palms together.

"We got more. We'll go through a whole store's worth if we have to." Marshall quipped.

Damien and Marshall chuckled. Clarissa grabbed Damien's cock and began coating it in the fine-smelling liquid until it was totally smeared from hilt to head, leaving little room for the black skin to show from underneath. "I hope that works," Clarissa said, wiping off what was left onto her thighs.

"It ought to," Damien said. "If it doesn't we can figure other things out. If there's a will there's a way."

"Oh there's a will, alright~" Clarissa stood up and stepped forward. She angled his cock down and nestled it between her juicy thighs. Her vulva slid across the top until she kissed him. "Mmm~" They kissed each other while Clarissa humped her hips back and forth along his dense pillar. She could feel it pulse and throb between the soft cushions of her ass and thighs. Her cunt tingled like mad, seeping a serious torrent of her pussy juices. Damien reached around and groped her butt. His tongue made itself welcome inside her maw where hers laid submissively.

Marshall was squirming in his seat, desperate for a closer look. He leaned forward with his elbow on his knee, chewing his claw. He was focused on Clarissa's tail which flopped and twisted behind her whimsically. He loved that tail so much for its floofy softness. It was the last physical aspect of her he would've been willing to sacrifice if he had to. He wanted badly to touch it now, like he could any other day, but now he wasn't so sure. She was for Damien to touch, not him, so he remained quiet.

Clarissa, though her lips were firmly intertwined with Damien's, began moaning fully thanks to the immense pleasure now burning between her legs. She broke the kiss and let one heaving moan loose, no longer able to contain them. "Huhhh... Oh my God..."

"Whoa," Damien chuckled. "Easy now. I'm not even inside yet."

"Mmf, I know." She beat her fist against his chest as if frustrated. "I want you to fuck me so bad, but I don't wanna leave this spot."

"Do you need me to move you?" She bit her lip and nodded. "Heh, I got you, then." He held her midriff and slowly backed up until his cock was out from between her thighs. He turned her around and kept her legs apart. He slid his cock back in between them, this time doing the work of humping. Clarissa gasped sharply, then released a long, guttural moan. Damien held her by her breasts, kneading and massaging them. He carefully slid his cock back and forth, applying pressure along her cunt.

Marshall had had enough. He had to get closer. He got up from his seat and approached tepidly. Damien caught him and nodded him over. "Come on, brother. Get a good look in," he said genially.

Clarissa looked over at him with a half-hung jaw. She smiled weakly. "C'mere baby... Mmm... Watch me ride this cock... Oh~"

He did, blushing fiercely. He stood next to them, getting a closer look. He walked around to their front where he could see Damien's cock lengthen and shorten from between her thighs like a giant piston. It leaked precum which reeked more powerfully than even the lotion or Clarissa's pussy juices. He saw her cunt depress against him. It squished forward and back with it, creating more and more moans which hit Marshall right in the soul. He timidly walked around back to Damien's behind. His black horsetail was cocked upwards. His huge buttocks clenched with each thrust. It was wonderfully round and robust. Oddly enough, Marshall thought it was nicer to look at than even Damien's cock.

"Ahh... Enjoying the view... Ohh... Baby..? Ohhh..." Clarissa moaned. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel her husband's presence looming nearby.

"Yeah... I definitely am," he said, looking squarely at Damien's butt.

Damien looked back at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Your wife's over here, buddy."

"Oh! Ah... sorry."

Damien smiled. "I'm messing with you, buddy. Look wherever you want. There's a whole lot of me to look at~"

Marshall gulped, looking back at Damien's cock. "Yeah, there sure is."

Damien slowed to a halt and kissed the soft of Clarissa's neck. "You wanna try it inside now?"

Clarissa swooned from his kisses. "Oh... Yes, Damien... Please... I wanna try it."

"If it doesn't work, try something else?"

"Uhh... It'll work..."

"You sure?"

"No..." There was a pause. "But I want it to. So badly..."

Damien smiled. He admired her, as did her husband. "I do too," Damien said. Marshall concurred. Damien slid out from between her thighs and took one of her paws. He gently guided her towards the bed. "Why don't you get on there and get in any position you think'll be most comfortable.'

"Ah... OK. Um, I think doggystyle will work the best."

"Go ahead then," he said, gesturing to the bed. She climbed onto it and got on her paws and knees. She cocked her tail up and drooped it over to the side, presenting her ass and sopping cunt. "There we go," Damien purred. "That'll work nicely." He climbed up after her on his knees. Clarissa watched him with some trepidation. "It's alright," he said. "If it doesn't go in, I'm not gonna force it. You want me to stop trying, you say the word." He looked over at Marshall, who was fidgeting a few feet away. "You too. You can stop this anytime."

Marshall shook his head vehemently. "Not as long as she wants to, right baby?"

Clarissa gulped and nodded. "Yeah, baby." She looked over her shoulder at Damien. "Go ahead, big guy. Put that huge cock inside of me~"

Damien's mouth split into a toothy smile. "You got it, sexy woman." He walked on his knees to just behind her. Her sphincter tightened as his cock hovered near. Her tummy was tied in knots. She took deep breaths through her nose. Relax. Relax. Relax. Damien helped her by massaging her curves and back. It helped a little, but him touching her was a reminder that his cock was waiting for her invitation.

He eventually stopped massaging her and grabbed his penis with one hoof. He brought it forward and very gently touched it to her vulva. She gasped, partially expecting him to shove it in an instant. He didn't, opting to tease his girthy tip up and down her wet slit. "Ohh..." she moaned. "Aren't you gonna put it in? Mmm..."

"I will. I'm just getting a feel for it."

"Mmm, what do you think?"

"I think it'll go, but it's gonna be tight, and it might hurt at first."

Clarissa's toes curled. She felt an intense kind of anticipation like before drawing blood. Even so, the omnipresent horniness simmering through her body overcame her hesitation. "Do it. Try it."

"Alright. Here I come." He leveled his cock with her and verrrrrrrry carefully began pushing it forward. He kept one hoof on her hip to steady her. Clarissa thought it was easy at first. There was hardly any pain or discomfort. For a moment she wondered what she had been so worried about.

Then her cunt began to distend, and difficulties arose.