The Goof Graduate [Commission]
A commission for FerretFyre
"Here you go. Cheers!" Peg said, handing the surprised young man a long-neck before giving him a little toast. Fresh out of the fridge, the bottles were already a little misty, hinting that it just might be a little too warm for her favorite pink sweater, but Peg was willing to suffer a little bit of discomfort to look her best.
"Beer?" Max asked. Peg Pete had always been a thoroughly responsible mother and it still felt a bit weird to be sitting and drinking with her.
"Well why not? You are of legal drinking age now..." she said, her eyes seeming to twinkle a little as she took a swig. "You know I still can't believe it. It feels like only yesterday that we were sending you and P.J. off to school..." she said wistfully. "And apparently my boy took such a liking to it that he doesn't want to leave."
"Yeah well... I guess he really took to his studies." Max replied, referencing his absent friend who was already looking into Masters programs as part of his plan to 'not turn into my dad'.
"Well as much as I miss my boy I have to say I am glad he took to school life so well. Pete did his best to mess up his childhood, so you can't imagine the things I had to do to raise that boy's self-esteem enough so that he could cope on his own." She said, and Max hoped she couldn't tell he was gripping his bottle a little tighter.
During their senior year he had begun to have these weird suspicions about Peej and his mom, sparked by that one time he came into his house to find the husky feline sitting on the couch with a guilty look on his face and a cushion in his lap. He might have figured he'd interrupted his friend during some quality-time in front of that huge TV, but then Peg had been in the living room too...
"Yeah well he's... he's pretty serious about his studies." Max replied, the anxiety making him feel like he was a teen again - all gawky and awkward in front of his friend's stunning mother.
"Mhh. So Max, what are your plans now?"
"I'm still not sure. I missed home while I was at college, so I think Roxanne and I will still be in Spoonerville for a while."
"Oh I am glad you two are still together! So many youngsters lose their minds and go wild when they leave home, it can put such a strain on a relationship..." Peg mused, and Max hoped his cheeks weren't coloring. He and Roxanne had gone pretty wild, but they just wound up doing it together.
"But as happy I am for you, I have to admit that took the wind out of my sails a little..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I'd been planning your graduation gift for a while now and I was so looking forward on giving it to you... but I don't want to ruin what you have with your girlfriend." She cooed. Max was confused but she definitely had his attention.
"Why would it... what is it?" he asked, trying and failing to seem nonchalant.
"It's something I think you've had your eye on for some time, and something I'm sure you'd enjoy. But it would only be for one day..." she said, and tried not to smile at the somewhat disappointed look on the young man's face as she said that last part. She could almost hear him thinking 'What kind of gift can you only enjoy for one day?'.
"Well, what's the gift?" Max said, raising the bottle to his lips.
"Me." Peg replied with a chirp, and a second later she was helping the young canine get his breath back after his swig of beer went the wrong way.
"You mean... you?"
"I mean me. For one day I'm all yours, and if there is anything you've ever wanted to do with or to me, you'd have 24 hours to do it. But I'd hate to offer if it might get you in trouble with Roxanne..."
"No I... I think I can smooth it over with her." Max said, trying not to let what he was thinking of show on his face. Peg seemed to remember Roxanne as the sweet girl she'd been when they'd graduated high school, and had no idea just how that girl had changed during college. "But what about your husband?"
"Oh, he'll be away for the weekend, so no problem there. Oh don't look at me like that! You don't think I'd throw my marriage away just to give you a day to remember, do you?" she said with a smile. "Pete and I have had an understanding for a while now. You know we started dating at high-school and married after graduating, so I guess after a long and mostly happy life together we started wondering if maybe we'd missed out on anything along the way. So I don't ask him what he does on his fishing trips and he doesn't ask me what I did while he was away. A bit unconventional but it keeps us happy and together. Besides, he can't really keep up with me anymore..." she finished, raising the bottle to her lips to mask a smile that the sight of a once again sputtering Max brought.
*******
"Well, it was a grueling three days, but it was worth it..." Peg mused, posing in front of a full-length mirror that showed a pretty sight indeed.
The smiling feline knew that she'd been blessed in the looks department, and that both the years and her two pregnancies had been kind to her. But the reflection she was admiring was not the product of just luck and good genes. It was a balanced, healthy diet and a lot of exercise that kept her looking good enough to turn heads. She raised her arms above her head to admire the tear-drop shape of her breasts, each one big enough to fill out a comfy pink sweater, but not so big that they sagged at her age. Not as perky as they were during her cheerleading days, but becoming a mommy twice over had filled an already ample bust out very generously, which was why Peg preferred loose clothing on top. If she wore anything tight her bust would be nothing short of scandalous.
But she drew the line at hiding her legs. They were still toned and shapely, and it took a lot of work to keep them that way, so Peg took a delight in wearing skin-tight pants to show of the limber limbs. There was still a dull burn lingering in her calves and thighs, evidence of an already vigorous exercise regiment pushed to the limits in preparation for today. And Peg wasn't kidding herself. She remembered the way Max had looked at her once the shock of her offer wore off. She knew that after the day was done she'd really be exhausted and sore, once a young male in his prime was done fulfilling every childhood fantasy he could cram into a 24-hour period. As she posed she could feel the dampness between her legs, her nipples growing stiff as she imagined how Max had passed the time. Had he managed to get a few private moments with Roxanne and work his frustrations out with her? Or was he saving himself for her, getting pent up and riled up for a whole day of madly passionate rutting?
A palm had been sliding down her belly, and had almost reached the little puff of russet hair above her sex when she heard the doorbell ring. Normally she'd be miffed if someone interrupted her just as she was about to get some much-needed stress relief, but she had a good idea who'd come calling this early in the morning. She took one last look at herself, her confidence as high as her libido as she slipped on a pink robe, closing it just enough for the garment to keep her chest covered yet on display. Sure enough, Max had opened his muzzle to say something after she opened the door for him, but his jaw just stayed slack as he took in the sight of Peg standing in the doorway with a hip cocked and a smile on her face. She'd even tied her robe in a nice (but loose) bow, a subtle suggestion that she was a present just waiting to be unwrapped.
"Awww, I haven't seen that expression in a while..." she chirped. She'd always found it adorable the way a young Max had tried to sneak glances of her whenever he thought she wasn't looking, but it was more than adorable now that she was being sized-up by a male she'd offered her body to. "C'mon hon, let's go inside before the whole street gets a peek..."
"Wow Miss Pete..."
"Call me Peg, sweetie..."
"Peg... you look amazing. And you're serious about this whole thing? I mean, anything I want from you for the whole day?"
"I gave my word, didn't I? Besides Max, I know I can trust you. So don't hold back because I'm quite excited at the thought..." Peg began but stopped when her young owner for the day pressed his lips to hers.
Her surprise lasted only a second as passionate kiss as well as the proximity to a young, eager male had its effect on her mind. She almost put a hand on the back of Max's head as encouragement for the young canine, but she remembered that he was calling the shots today. So Peg rested her hands against his chest, feeling the firm muscles of a male at his peak as Max wrapped his arms around her waist. A tingle ran down her spine as she moaned into the kiss, pleasantly surprised by the wild passion in the boy who used to blush when she flashed him a smile. In fact, Peg could feel the heat rising to her own cheeks, and by the time Max broke the kiss she was sure he could spot the blush as she tried to steady her breathing.
"So, I guess we'll be going to the be-oOoooh, Max!" she cried out when her young lover swept her legs out from under her in mid-sentence.
Definitely not my little Max anymore! She thought to herself, clinging to the lusty canine's neck as she found herself being cradled in the arms of the man young enough to be her son. Her robe had fallen half-open below the waist and she caught Max staring at one shapely leg completely exposed to his adoring gaze, as well as the russet-red tuft standing out against her coffee-cream fur.
"Maybe later..." Max replied, and before she could ask what he meant Peg found herself carried into the kitchen and laid down on the big round table. The little bow she'd tied was undone and her robe opened wide, the sheer act of getting exposed like this thrilling her more than she'd expected. Max stood frozen for a second, his gaze locked on the voluptuous form on display, the body of the woman he'd fantasized about since puberty and who was his toy for the next twenty-four hours. His eyes remained fixed on her, sweeping from the shapely thighs, the flare of her hips and the generous bosom rising and falling with every deep breath she took, the young man's hands working blind to shed his clothes as quickly as possible.
When his pants came off and she caught sight of the red shaft already more than half-way out of its sheath, Peg realized that it was going to happen here and now! The first time she had Max was going to be on the table she used to serve him, Junior and Pistol pancakes at! Appropriate enough, considering the hunger in the eyes of her soon to be lover. Ooh, it's been a while since someone's stared at me like that... Peg thought to herself, writhing a little against the hard wood she was laid out on as Max's excitement infected her. Even though she could see how badly he wanted her, Max was still too much of a gentleman to just use her how he pleased. Leaning over her he pressed his muzzle to hers again, the lock of their lips serving to partly muffle a whimpering moan from the prostrate housewife. She slipped her tongue into his mouth just before she felt his fingers slip into hers, two digits sinking smoothly and with practiced ease past her glistening folds. Max was obviously considerate enough not to sate his needs before he was sure his lover was ready, but it became obvious Peg didn't need much help down there after a few pumps and wriggles of the nimble digits left his paw drenched. And if that wasn't enough, the look she gave him after he pulled his lips from hers would have done it.
The table was just a little too high and Peg wasn't sure how Max was going to do the deed, but she got an idea when the young canine planted his hands under her cheeks, pulling her back and leaving her rump dangling off the edge of the table and resting in his hands. Peg was fighting for already breath, folding her legs behind the boy's back as she felt the heat of his cock against her glistening sex even before the questing tip began to poke and prod her blushing labia. Peg could feel her hand trebling as he reached down and pared the swollen lips, exposing her honeypot for her young lover's questing cock.
There was a thrill of contact, of the hard, tapered tip pushing against the velvety-softness of her inner folds, and then the mind-blanking sensation of heat and fullness as the smooth red shaft sunk in. Even though Pete no longer had the stamina he'd had when he was young he was still well endowed and as a result Peg was no stranger to having something long and girthy inside her. Maybe it was the wild excitement of what was about to happen, and what she could expect for the rest of the day. Maybe the wild energy she could sense in the male who'd just sheathed almost his entire length in her quivering sex. Either way Peg felt her toes curling even as her velvety tunnel molded itself around the hard young cock, coaxing a few squirts that only served to make the already dripping honeypot messier.
Max waited only for a few heartbeats before she felt him pull out, her lips clinging to the throbbing shaft as if they could hold him in. All they managed to do was to polish the smooth rosy length before they dimpled in when the whole thing was thrust back into her. Peg's eyes rolled back as her young lover made a few more testing thrusts before settling into a vigorous rhythm. She still wasn't sure if Max had been abstaining these past few days and if she was about to be the receptacle of his pent-up lust. And if that wasn't the case, she was glad he didn't. She doubted she could endure a whole day of rutting any harder than the one she was even now getting.
She could feel her generous thighs ripple with every smack of Max's hips against her crotch, the pillowy mounds flattened against her chest bouncing wildly with every jackhammer thrust. Since her young lover had his hands full holding her cheeks, Peg placed her own palms against her bouncing breasts, digging her fingers into the pliant flesh and thrilling at the sensation of her nipples growing as hard as acorns against her palms. It was as intense as she'd imagined it would be - the steady, tireless motion, the heat of her lover and the sensation of her sex molding itself to his cock every time it was driven into her. So aroused was she that it took her ears catching the subtle, wet 'blip' noises to remind her that she was having sex with a canine.
Max's knot was still tiny, probably no bigger than a golf-ball at the base of his shaft. Still far too small to tie with her but big enough that she could feel a subtle tug on her lips every time her lover pulled out. She didn't have a lot of experience with canines, but she had taken a knot and the memory of it filled her with both arousal and anxiety. There would be pain - a little now and a little more tomorrow when it came time to pay the price of a day as wild as this one was shaping up to be. But she trusted Max, probably more than any other dog she'd ever let get between her legs. If he did tie with her, she was sure she could count on him to be considerate. That was why she didn't bother looking down at the red rod disappearing over and over into her slit, and the growing bulge at the base of it. Instead she kept her eyes on the young man making wild, passionate love to her, breeding her with every ounce of energy available to a male in the prime of his life.
She eyed Max as he pumped between her legs, noting how his black fur failed to entirely hide the muscles tensing and flexing as he railed her, his fingers digging into her cheeks as if he was afraid he might bounce her out of his grip. Not that there was any chance of that - Peg had her legs wrapped around him, her ankles crossed and her heels resting against the young man's firm cheeks. Max looked like he could keep going until she fainted, but the bulge now punching her splayed folds every time he thrust into her told her that they'd soon reach the point of no return. She was doing her best to prolong this, keeping her thighs spread as far apart as she could and ensuring that Max could keep sliding his cock in and out of her sweltering sex for as long as he could.
Peg knew her body well and she knew that she was close - teetering on the verge of a mind-shattering orgasm only by the little stabs of pain caused by a growing knot being forced in and then tugged out of her. Not long now... she thought as she felt her folds cling to the bulge and making it seem for a moment like they would keep it in. But it slipped out with a wet pop, the mixture of pain and pleasure making the motherly feline cry out.
"I'm close... Peg, can I..." Max panted and a glance at the throbbing knot battering away at her sex made it clear what he was asking.
"I'm y-oOoohh!-urs Max... wha-ah!-whatever you want..." Peg said, and feeling the way her words made her lover's shaft throb within her she knew what he'd want.
She released her breasts and moved her hands to her crotch, her fingers tracing a path through short, soaked fur until she felt the bruised folds molded around Max's shaft. Her sex was a mess but she managed to spread herself just a little wider, a chance Max was too eager to take. There was a thrust, a flash of pain Peg had been prepared for, and then... then the throbbing began. Her eyes lost focus and her muzzle felt open, little gasps coming out with every twitch that caused the already huge bulge invading her to grow bigger. The heat, the hardness of the canine shaft and the fact that the knot was pressed firmly against her g-spot pushed her over.
In the throes of climax, she threw all the energy Max had rutted her with back at him, crying in bliss as her back arched and her hips ground against his crotch. Her tunnel clamped down on him and made the already girthy member seem enormous, a mass of hot steely meat stretching her to her limits. Some part of her brain still focused on the world beyond her loins noticed the way Max's fingers dug deep into her pillowy behind, the grimace on his face as he groaned before his face went slack. The flow of seed into her only served to keep Peg riding her peek, her nipples almost painfully hard as her sex milked the spurting shaft. She was on the pill, of course, and a good thing. Not a drop of the load Max was shooting into her got past that seal and the flow of canine spunk showed no signs of slowing.
Her arms lifted, beckoning her lover who bent over her, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She clung to him as he straightened, and was surprised when he lifted her clear off the table. He grunted a little into their kiss and Peg couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from lifting. He'd no doubt pulled this little maneuver with Roxanne, but two pregnancies had left Peg with more generous curves than the willowy young woman. Still, Max had little trouble walking them both to the couch, sitting down mad making Peg moan as the still stuck knot shifted a little inside her. She let him catch his breath a little before she kissed him.
"Mhh, I can't believe you're still going." She husked, feeling the canine cock still twitch within her, filling her up a little further every time it did.
"Yeah, it's going to be a while until I'm done..." Max replied, his eyes still glazed over as he rode out his orgasm.
"And just what kind of mess am I gonna be in by the time you do?" she asked, giving him another smooch. "Think you have the strength to get me to the bathroom in time? Maybe help me clean up?" she said, planting a literally steamy idea in the young Goof's head.
*******
"Wanna do my back now?" Peg asked, posing in foam in front of the young man who'd just spent several minutes worshiping her body with his hands under the pretext of lathering her up.
Not that she minded. It had been fun to watch Max's expression as he hefted her breasts before rubbing shampoo into her generous chest, his fingers leaving little trails in the foam as he kept rubbing long after she was good and lathered. In fact, Peg was eager to feel those eager fingers on other parts of her. She was sure the boy would have a great time doing an equally thorough job on her shapely behind. Turning her back on him, she moved the mass of soaking wet hair over one shoulder, leaving her back bare as Max squeezed out more shampoo.
She let out an honest sigh as the boy kneaded the liquid soap into her shoulders, and gave a few more appreciative noises when he did the rest of her back. He then went on his knees and lathered each leg from the ankle up, obviously saving the best for last. He stayed on his knees as he began to lovingly lather up her bouncy behind, letting his soapy palms glide over her cheeks gently before he got the courage to give her a good grope. But it was all in good fun, and Peg even gave her rump a little wriggle to spur him on. So enough he was back on his feet, with his hands still glued to her behind.
"So, were you serious when you said 'anything' back there?" Max asked, and after the wild rutting he'd just given her Peg wasn't sure why he was asking.
But then one hand slipped between her curved cheeks, and after a finger pressed gently against her pucker, she realized what he meant. She felt color rise to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the steam filling the bathroom. She had promised anything the boy wanted, but it was now obvious her young lover had his heart on something she'd never given before. But despite his vigor he had been a considerate lover so far. And she had given her word.
"Okay... just no knot. Please?" she asked.
"No knot..." Max replied, slipping the soapy finger into the unsuspecting housewife. Well, that doesn't feel so bad... she mused, ignoring the fact that the cock she could feel brushing against her ass was thicker and much longer than the finger gently sliding in and out of her.
"T-there's moisturizer in the cabinet over there..." she said, just in case Max got the crazy idea that a little lather was enough lube to get the job done. "And don't be thrifty!"
Peg did her best to relax as she listened to the squelching noises of Max lotioning up his cock, before she felt the cool cream pressed against her quivering pucker. The young dog managed to work quite a lot of the stuff into her, making Peg confident she could take this without crying like some little girl. Despite the fact she was doing her best to relax, she knew she was clenched up back there, but if her ass thought that defiance would save it, it was sorely mistaken. The tapered tip of Max's cock easily settled into the center of her virgin pucker, and the lotion-slathered ring had little hope of resisting the plunge as increasing pressure forced it to stretch around the smooth red length.
Peg had her hands against the tiles and couldn't stop them from balling into fists as her body was forced to adjust to the strange new kind of penetration. She could feel herself clamping down on reflex, which stopped max from going any further but made the intruder already tuck up her ass feel twice as girthy. But the pain faded and after a few deep breaths peg managed to get a grip on herself and loosen her grip on the canine cock burning between her cheeks.
"You okay?" Max asked, obviously noticing the way she'd tensed up.
"Yeah. Just takes a little getting used to. It's been a while since I'd lost a virginity..."
"Well, if it makes it any easier, it's a first for me to..." he said, and before Peg could comment on it she found a few more inches being pushed into her.
Well, it's not that bad... she thought as she breathed out a sigh of relief. The worst part had been getting her pucker to relax after the sudden stretching, but once she did Max had little trouble sliding deeper into her bouncy behind, and she had little trouble taking him. And when she felt the knot kiss her taut ring and stop, she was confident she could take a rump-rutting without squealing bawling. She heard Max groan behind her, and felt him just gently grind himself against her rump. Clever boy she thought as she realized he was doing his best to get his knot to swell up, so that it couldn't slip in by accident.
By the time the bulge was big enough that she could feel it parting her cheeks, Max couldn't wait any longer. Taking hold of her hips, he started to saw his cock in and out, in short little strokes that were getting longer as Peg failed to cry out in discomfort. Judging by the grunts and groans he was making she guessed Max wouldn't last long in her derriere, a notion that filled her with no small amount of satisfaction. Which she guessed was all she was going to get.
It was kind of sexy knowing that she had a young stud breeding her butt, and now that she'd relaxed the increasingly languid strokes were starting to feel nice, but 'nice' wouldn't set fireworks off in her head. Still, this was Max's special day, so she wasn't about to ruin the boy's fun, especially since she was sure he'd rock her world soon enough. Ooh, sooner than I thought!
One of Max' hands had circled around and slipped down, leaving a trail in the foam on her lower belly until it slipped between her thighs and into her neglected sex. Peg didn't have to fake the moan as two of her lover's fingers dipped into her honeypot, the feeling different now that she was being stuffed over and over again from behind. This was what she'd need to turn 'nice' into thrilling, her back arching as she thrust her speared ass out.
The soft slaps of his hips on her rump rang out in the tiled room, accompanied by Max's grunts and Peg's moans. She still couldn't believe how kinky this was. This was her son's best friend who she'd known since he was in preschool, and now she was buck naked with that boy all grown up and riding her ass with every intent of dousing her with another load of puppy-milk. The thought was so deliciously perverse that it had Peg biting her lower lip as she felt something special building just above where max was rubbing.
"Here... just... rub real hard..." she said, pulling the young man's finger from her sex and placing them on her clitoral hood.
Max was confused for a second, but soon did as he was told. Peg knew what she was in fro and had braced herself against the tiles. A good lather always made things nice and slippery and she'd discovered she can have a really intense shower by just intensely rubbing her soapy slit. But having someone else do it was much, _much_better, especially when the hunk blitzing his fingertips over her clit was also pistoning a hard, hot shaft in and out of her bubbly behind.
Soon enough her moans were eclipsing all other noises, echoing and rising in pitch until Peg threw her head back and cried out. She could feel herself clenching up back there, her pucker pulsing madly and stopping Max from making long, smooth thrusts in and out of her pliant ass. The boy gave up trying, and instead just pushed knot-deep and ground the bulge against her pucker while the little pink ring flexed around him. It wasn't long after that Peg heard him groan and felt her behind get bred for the first time. Her rump took quite a lot, but Max had a lot to give and without a knot to keep it in she soon felt warm canine cum gushing around the girthy red rod despite the tight seal of her pucker.
"Oh dear. Messy already..." she sighed, wriggling her ass a little and enjoying every messy squirt.
*******
"Oh darn it!" Peg huffed, her careful language seeming silly since the lips that had formed the words had a moment ago been spread around Max's length and pressed against his sheath. The sound of the doorbell was the cause of her irritation as the motherly feline glared at it, almost as if she could make the person behind it leave by force of will alone. "Well, never mind who it is. I'm not in today, so let's just pick up where we left off."
"Actually Miss Pe... Peg, I think this is for me." Max said, almost lapsing into habit as he got up and - to Peg's shock- walked over to open the door without a shred of clothing on! She saw him check the spy-hole before opening the door wide enough to admit...
"Roxanne!" Peg cried out, trying to cover herself up even while her brain struggled to figure out what she was doing here.
Max certainly seemed to be expecting her, and the young woman wasn't giving her any dirty looks even though she caught her naked with her boyfriend. Well, it wasn't exactly a _clean_look. The bright, cheerful young girl she remembered from graduation had blossomed into a young woman during her years away, but there was still something young and playful twinkling in her eyes. The same eyes that were shamelessly moving over Peg's exposed body.
"Wow, Miss Pete... When Max told me about what you were doing together, I wasn't sure if he was kidding but..." the pretty young bitch trailed off, still ogling the stunned mother of her childhood friend as her cheeks colored and her teeth bit into her lower lip.
Peg was relieved the girl was in a good mood, but was still surprised why she was here. And why she was looking at her like that. She was glad that Max hadn't lied about his relationship with Roxanne, a fact that was obvious by the girl's easy demeanor after finding her boyfriend naked with an older woman in a house Peg was sure reeked of sex by now. She wasn't a stranger to being ogled, but it was usually boys who ended up with their eyes glued to her this way.
"Uhh, Max, would you mind explaining?" she asked the young man locking the door, giving her a distinct impression that Roxanne hadn't just dropped by to say hello.
"Well Miss... sorry - Peg. I don't keep secrets from Roxanne, and when I told her you were really making good on your word she just couldn't stay away. And I figured since I owned you for the rest of the day, you wouldn't mind."
"I... oh goodness!"
"C'mon Peg, let her get a good look at you..." Max said, and as she moved her arms from her breasts and groin Peg could tell that the girl really was looking.
"Oh wow! Miss Pete you look amazing..." the girl said in a breathy tone that made the sentence sound like something more than just a compliment.
"Please, call me Peg..." she said, trying to sound more at ease than she felt.
"Max, you locked the door, right?" Roxanne asked.
"Yup." Max replied, and to Peg's surprise the moment he did Roxanne pulled her top over her head, tossing the garment away before quickly shedding the rest of her clothes.
There weren't a lot of ways to read into the eagerness with which the young woman was disrobing, or the way she'd stared at Peg. And as the girl's body was revealed, it was the motherly feline's turn to stare. Even though she had a curvier figure, Peg felt a twinge at envy at how perky Roxanne's breasts were and how tight her behind looked. Hardly her first look at a pretty girl, since showering together with the rest of the cheerleaders back in high-school had given a much younger Peg plenty of opportunity to take in the sight of perfectly formed naked young females. Those days had made her realize she could appreciate the sight of another woman in the nude, and even get aroused by it, but the idea of sex with another woman had never really appealed enough to drive her to experiment.
But something in Roxanne's eyes told her the girl didn't draw the line at looking. The young woman was obviously eyeing her up, her gaze playful but devoid of the innocence she'd remembered from Max's little girlfriend. That little girl she remembered had apparently done a lot of growing up at college, and the woman she grew into was now circling around her as she hungrily eyed every curve of Peg's body. Peg felt a little fluttery after she got behind her, and gasped when the girl laid her hands on her shoulders.
It was, after all, an innocent touch, but those hands proved less than innocent as the slid down, traveling along the sides of her chest so that her fingertips just barely brushed her breasts, along the still narrow waist that was Peg's pride, and ending up palming her bubbly behind. A finger strayed, possibly by accident and slipped briefly between Pegs bouncy cheeks, making her gasp and clench up as it came close to brushing against her still sore pucker. Roxanne giggled behind her, making Peg wonder if she was amused by her skittishness, or if Max had told her what they'd been up to in that much detail.
"You don't mind me joining you two, do you Peg?" Roxanne asked, her voice so sweet that anyone turning her down would feel like a heel.
"Of course not, hon..." Peg replied, her voice less steady than she would have liked. But then again Roxanne was now close enough that she could feel the brush of the girl's stiff nipples against her back.
"Max, you find it yet?" Roxanne asked, and it was only then that Peg realized the young man had been rooting around his girlfriend's satchel.
"Y-got it..." Max said, narrowly avoiding another goofy 'yup' as he handed something to Roxanne that Peg didn't get a good look at.
A second later Peg felt a kiss land on the side of her neck, soft but enough to make her tummy flutter. And before she could collect herself she saw Roxanne wrap something around it before she fastened it.
"There. Not too tight, is it?" she asked as Peg's fingers rose up and found firm leather circling her throat.
"No, it's...fine." She said, even though what she meant to say was that it was a collar. The girl behind her had just collared her. Peg's eyes didn't miss the hoop in the front of the black leather, nor the little tag hanging off it. It took her a few moments to read the upside-down letters, but it was a simple enough word - pet.
"Max and I usually take turns with that, but since you've made him that offer..." Roxanne husked, distracting Peg long enough to clip on a leash. "Now come along, pet..." she said, stepping in front of Peg long enough for the housewife to see the eager grin flashing white under those twinkling eyes before she was led upstairs, with max following behind the two of them.
*******
What have I gotten myself into? Peg wondered, lying on her back with not one but two eager faces staring at her.
Well, it was easy enough to know what Max wanted. He's been getting it all day, after all, and the inches of rosy-red doggy-dick sticking out of his sheath made it clear he wanted more. Having never been with a woman, Peg wasn't exactly sure what Roxanne had in mind, but the rock-hard nipples gracing those perky young boobs and the dew-sparkle she could glimpse between her slender thighs made it clear she was excited. There'd been a spring in her step as she led Peg up the stair by the leash, swaying her slim hips and drawing the older woman's attention to the pert young rump right in front of her.
The same girls was beside her now, laying one hand on the belly that Peg's work-our regiment had left trim despite her age and two pregnancies. The fingers trailed upward, reaching her chest where the hand swerved to the right, Roxanne's teeth digging into her lip as she palmed one of Peg's breasts, her touch gentle but eager as she gave it a little squeeze. A moment later Peg found the lip the girl had been chewing on pressed against her own, startled at first but to her surprise melting into the skilled and honest kiss.
As the girl leaned over her hair fell down around the motherly feline's head, the fact she was kissing another woman accentuated by the female scents now enveloping her - Roxanne's shampoo, her perfume, and even the fruity taste of the lip-gloss she was wearing. The softness of the girl's lips against hers and the playful way her tongue was flicking against her own were novel, but Peg had to admit she could see the appeal. Besides, it was always nice to kiss a mouth that didn't reek of cigars!
"So Peg, is that rolled-up yoga mat just for show, or...?" the girl asked, still leaning over her after breaking their kiss.
"Hon, the years can only be so kind. The rest is hard work." She replied, bristling a little at the implication. Imagine the girl asking a question like that after running her hands all over her body!
"Thought so." Roxanne replied, climbing into bed and giving Peg a disconcertingly impish look. "Then this shouldn't be uncomfortable." Peg was about to ash what she meant when she suddenly felt hands behind her knees just a second before her long legs were pulled up and then back with her ankles far, far apart. No wonder she asked about the yoga mat! The cat thought to herself as the girl gripping her calves admired the view.
"Oh wow..." Roxanne said, the brazen stare of the girl making Peg a bit self-conscious even as a part of her swelled with pride. Standing naked next to a girl in the full bloom of her womanhood had made her feel her age a little, but the fact that the same girl was staring her with unabashed lust was doing wonders for her self-esteem. And she certainly was on display, with the folds of her sex just barely parted and her rump raised off the mattress enough to show the girl the pink ring hidden between her well-rounded cheeks.
"Max, can you take over here?" she asked, and Max certainly didn't need more coaxing then that.
Peg had assumed the young man would just rest her calves against his shoulders and burry his leaking bone where she quite obviously wanted it, but instead he just held her legs while Roxanne rummaged around in that ominous satchel. Her hand emerged holding two neatly coiled lengths of rope, the pretty lavender shade making it clear it was the fancy kind, and not the stuff you got from the hardware store. The girl's fingers worked with dizzying speed, and soon Peg had a loop around each of her ankles while Roxanne worked to tie the other ends to the bedposts.
Not satisfied with that, the girl soon had Peg's arms above her head, keeping her forearms parallel as she tied them comfortably but firmly together, leaving Peg helpless and obscenely exposed to the young couple. Roxanne took a moment to admire either Peg's body, her handiwork or both before once again reaching into her bag before pulling out something matte-black, rubbery and with a very distinct shape. Peg had a few marital aids lying around and she wasn't a stranger to an adult toy catalogue, so she could recognize a butt-plug when she saw one. And with her ass on display, she could guess where it was going to end up. It didn't take Roxanne long to lube the toy up, and once it was glistening she brought it tip-first to the bound housewife's quivering pucker. Peg was still tender back there and couldn't help but wince as the toy spread her open.
"It's okay. Just relax and I'll go slow..." the girl said, and Peg felt reassured by the genuine concern in her voice. She took deep breaths and sure enough the toy made its way deeper into her, until the widest paint was past her ring and her body drew everything but the stopper in. "There we go. Now be a good pet for us and I'll switch it on..."
Despite the tender state of her recently deflowered rump, Peg had to admit that the toy didn't really feel bad. It didn't feel as intense as having max breed her tail-hole, even though she could tell there was something firm and thick stuck in her, especially when her pucker clenched up. She wondered if Roxanne was done, her eyes darting sideways to an increasingly erect Max who still wasn't making a move to climb into bed and take advantage of the bound and plugged housewife. Instead peg saw Roxanne flash her another smile before lowering her face, her red hair falling and hiding it once her muzzle got close to...
"Haaahhhh!" Peg gasped, feeling silly since the girl hadn't really done anything, yet. But she could feel the breath on her moist sex and knew what the girl was about to do.
The buxom feline still wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of being with another woman, even if it was an admittedly gorgeous young thing like Roxanne. But this was obviously something that Max wanted to happen, as evidenced by the young dog's perked ears and the red rod slipping out of that ink-black sheath. Bound and bent as she was, she couldn't see much apart from the carrot-red head between her legs, and so was taken by surprise when she felt Roxanne's lips brush against hers. Peg found herself out of breath, her eyes staring at the ceiling as a part of her responded to the sensuous thrill of this very intimate kiss.
She wasn't unused to attention down there, of course. Every male that ever expected a blow-job knew up front that she expected the favor repaid. And some of them had even been enthusiastic about it. But even without looking down there was no chance to pretend it was a man's muzzle pressing against her slit. Partly because no man had lips that soft, but there was something else that became evident as Roxanne brought her tongue into play. Men were always eager to penetrate, instinctively figuring that was the way to drive a lady wild.
Roxanne knew better, paying attention to the petal-like inner folds laying exposed with Peg's ankles so far apart, and every now and again flicking her tongue against the tiny little nub sticking out of its hiding spot. Her licks were eager but soft, giving Peg the impression that this wasn't her first time with her face between another woman's thighs. And when she did bring a finger into play it was just one slender digit, pushing in and curling up so that the tip was right where it needed to be.
Peg's confusion melted under the girl's assault. She still wasn't sure how she felt about having sex with another female, but she was fairly certain that if Roxanne pulled her muzzle away from her now she'd beg the girl to continue. And the young man who'd set this up was certainly enjoying the show. Max was now completely out of his sheath, his eyes roaming from his girlfriend, on all fours and with her mouth pushing against the dripping sex of the gasping housewife, to Peg's bound body. With her feet in the air she doubted the boy could miss the way her toes were curling, the muscles along those shapely limbs trembling as the girl's eager tongue took its toll.
Roxanne used her spare hand to move a fringe of red hair behind one ear, revealing that impish gaze as her finger pressed hard against that special spot inside the motherly cat at the same time the girl closed her mouth over Peg's clit. The flustered housewife couldn't stop herself from crying out, her sex clenching around the slim finger embedded in it and her pucker flexing hard around the toy still buried up her bubbly behind. She was still twitching all over when Roxanne rose, smiling with her lips glistening from something other than fruity lip gloss. This was apparently Max's cue, since the young dog wasted no time getting into bed and kneeling behind the bound housewife.
Ooh, what a dirty trick!_Peg thought to herself. She was still reeling from a round of first-class cunnilingus and knew her tunnel would be very, _very sensitive. And you didn't tie someone up like this if you wanted to make slow and gentle love to them. Exposed as she was, Max had little trouble lining himself up with her still twitching sex and sliding in like a hot knife through butter, but the sensation of a smooth, hard shaft sliding into her so soon after a climax had Peg's eyes rolling back in her head.
And when her eyes did focus they were greeted by a heck of a sight. Roxanne had managed to get her feet on either side of pegs head and the panting feline's vision was filled by the girl's moist quim slowly descending towards her as she settled down on her knees. Max was just grinding his still slim knot against her lips, and even though she could no longer see him (or anything apart from Roxanne's bottom!) she guessed his attention was once again on the two of them.
"So Peg, ever done this before?" she heard Roxanne ask, and with the girl's muff mere inches from her mouth.
"I...no..." Peg said, feeling her heartbeat rise at the thought of what was coming. Roxanne giggled before replying.
"Well don't worry, I'm great with virgins!"
The flustered housewife was about to reprimand the girl about sassing someone old enough to be her mother when the tight-looking slit descended, pressing herself against the muzzle she'd opened to speak up. She heard the girl let out a long , sensuous sigh as she wriggled a little, grinding her young slit against Peg's mouth as she ran her hands along the woman's bound and splayed legs, admiring the toned limbs as she very obviously got comfy.
Trapped under the girl's tush, Peg wasn't exactly sure what to do. And before she could figure it out she felt the cock that had until now been securely held by her quivering sex begging to slide out. And when Max drove himself back into the dripping honeypot, Peg was almost glad for the muffling slit pressed against her muzzle. The cry that was forced from her would otherwise had the neighbors talking...
Well, it's not the comfiest position, but I can see the advantages of it... she thought as the male behind her began to thrust into her. Since her behind was lifter Max's tip was pushing against the top of her snug, dripping tunnel on every stroke, causing the tip to graze against that spat that was sensitive at the best of times, and that now sent jolts running up the bound feline's spine very time that canine cock prodded against it.
Since Peg's vision was filled by Roxanne's perky cheeks and the little pink sot hidden between them, she couldn't see what the girl was up to. She still felt too flustered to even begin returning her favor, but the young lady seated on her face seemed in no rush, her hands exploring the older woman's body and making Peg's skin tingle wherever the fingertips brushed against it. Predictably enough the roaming hands soon settled on Peg's breasts, and Roxanne's touch proved as eager as any boys when her palms settled on the pillowy mounds.
Eager, but more deft. The girl began to knead them slowly bur firmly, making Peg moan into the young slit as heat began to spread through her chest. Roxanne's touch was more like a sensuous massage than lusty groping, and Peg couldn't help but wonder if the girl had spent time in front of a mirror practicing her moves on her own perky pair. The soft appreciative sigh she was letting out made Peg feel like she was genuinely enjoying having a chance to play with another woman's bosom, but then again the increasingly vigorous thrusting into her bared slit reminded her that there was more than one pair of eyes focused on her mounds getting massaged. Judging from how deep he was entering her, Max was enjoying the sight of his girlfriend playing with the boobs that had been catching his gaze since before he'd even hit puberty.
And watching her boyfriend fuck a helpless woman seem to be revving Roxanne's engine. She caught the girl's appreciative coos as the young canine admired the sight of Peg's sex polishing the red rod being sunk repeatedly as deep as it would go. The girl's hips were soon moving, and Peg realized the girl was going to get her kicks whether she could give them to her or not. She felt color rise to her cheeks as that snug young cunny began to slide up and down her muzzle, filling her with the scent and state of another woman's arousal. Peg still wasn't sure if this was her cup of tea, but she knew two things. One was that she was quite securely bound, and effectively gagged with Roxanne sitting on her mouth. And the second was that she was being ridden hard and fast by an eager young hunk, and so didn't really care if a pretty young woman was using her muzzle as a washcloth.
"Wow... wonder if mine will get this big after I'm a mom..." she heard Roxanne say, with just a hint of envy in her voice as she continued to play with Peg's pillowy mounds.
The older woman's nipples had gotten hard from the kneading and had caught the girls' attention. Roxanne was now playing around with the mocha-grown areolas, and every now and again tweaking and gently pulling on the stiff nubs until she got peg to moan against her slit. And Max must have been enjoying the show since he was now railing her with everything he had. He was going so fast Peg couldn't tell when the knot was pushing into her and when it was slipping out, but she could feel her labia swelling up from the rough pounding, a tempo that might have been painful if Roxanne hadn't worked her muff over so expertly. Peg was so sensitive down there that she couldn't draw a fine line between pleasure and pain. And the fact she couldn't see what was going on only made things feel more intense as her wild imagination made up for what her eyes missed.
She imagined Max's hard young body working to breed her, muscles taut and straining on that trim young frame, his eyes glued to the spectacle of his girlfriend trying to milk his childhood crush. After a minute or so of that she could feel the thumps of Max's knot as it tried but failed to slip past her bruised labia. It was then that Roxanne released her nipples and she felt the girl's fingers settle on her swollen folds. Peg was a dripping mess down there but the girl's fingers were nothing but nimble, and slippery or not the housewife soon found herself splayed open as wide as she could go.
"C'mon Max, do it!" the girl husked, grinding her sex rapidly against Peg's muzzle in obvious excitement at the thought of seeing her boyfriend knot the motherly feline they were both using as their shared sex toy. She felt Max give another thrust, living up to his name as he slammed into her with everything he had. It was only enough to jam the swollen knot half of the way in, but Roxanne kept her open wide and the young dog kept pushing, until Peg had little stars swimming in the corners of her vision.
And just when she was sure she'd be split in two she felt the lump sink in deeper into a part of her body more capable to deal with the engorged monster than her poor and battered lips. She'd cried out in relief and ecstasy when Max finally tied with her, and wondered if it was that muffled squeal or the sight of the red bulge sinking in that drove Roxanne over the edge. She could hear the girl gasping above her, and feel the young slit dribble as it was ground against her muzzle while Roxanne almost bounced on her face.
Max went over next, releasing another torrent of warm canine cum deep into Peg's quivering sex, the housewife teetering on the edge of what promised to be a mind-shattering climax. She could barely focus on anything, desperate for that little push that would give her the release she was so badly needed. She did manage to spot Roxanne reaching behind her back, her hand holding something small and plastic. Peg made out a couple of little buttons and a sort of slider, and it was only when one of those buttons was pressed that she realized it was a remote.
The forgotten plug stuck in her rump came alive with rapid, powerful pulses that shattered the bound woman's last shred of self-control. Secure in the fact she wouldn't be overheard, Peg let out a long, loud moan into the sopping sex of the girl riding her face, her vision diming as she watched Roxanne slowly slide the little plastic bit up and up, the buzzing in her rear getting stronger and stronger even as her consciousness slipped away.
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"Oh, she's back! I told you we didn't break her." Came a soft, twinkling voice from beside her. As she came to her senses, Peg realized she was no longer bound, but was still on the bed with Max and Roxanne cuddled up on either side of her, each of them resting their head on one of her appropriately pillowy breasts.
"Well, that's a first... H-how long was I...?" she asked.
"Oh, only fifteen minutes or so." Max replied. "Don't worry Miss Pete, we've still got hours and hours together..."