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Exhibiting hunger some might find scary in a shark, Christine wrapped her smooth hands around Desmond's body and slid them downward from his breast to his navel. More finely, she maneuvered her hands to his hips and pulled his plush, round behind back against her crotch where a male bulge throbbed. "I actually came to this party to dance and maybe socialize," she said into his ear, giving it a nibble immediately after.

"Should've known better than to go along with someone you met at a gangbang," Desmond replied.

"Fair enough," Christine allowed. "But I'm still holding you responsible for this, somehow." She gyrated against his rear, stimulating herself into a shudder. Her tailfin swayed, quietly brushing against the wall. "Somebody's gonna see us."

Desmond looked around. He saw quite a lot of affection between couples he frankly found more interesting than a twink and a shemale shark. Smiling toothily like his friend did at an idle, he pressed back and rested his shoulder blades on her breasts. "I hope so. I didn't dress like a whore just for you."

"Why, you little tramp," said Christine tonelessly. She squeezed the twink's hips and gnawed his ear.

The fox pulled away from Christine, flicking his ear madly. Christine let him go and was unsurprised when he twisted around and pressed against her face to face. He kissed her on the nose, which she made no attempt to return, and set his paws on her own generous rear. "We should fuck," said Desmond.

"When you present your case like that, how can I say no?" deadpanned Christine. "Right here? Or should we go do it on the snack table where it's more public?"

"Actually, I was thinking of the basement, since that's where everybody's getting stoned and laid."

"Hold the drugs, but it sounds like a fun time otherwise," Christine shrugged. She nipped Desmond's neck. "Lead the way."

Down in the basement, Desmond and Christine received a fair share of offers to join in on festivities already underway. They politely declined and murmured little remarks among themselves about the loose atmosphere. Across the room, they settled together into a corner sofa set back in a cozy alcove.

"Boy, this is almost romantic," mused Desmond over low sounds of smooches and moans.

"For the guy whose bachelor party had him getting stuffed from both ends by a bunch of strangers, I'm sure this is super romantic," Christine evenly stated, opening her fly. She smiled toothily at Desmond in an answer to his dry smirk. "But for the better-adjusted, this is just a decent place to get some."

Desmond never let Christine's remarks get to him. He tugged down her jeans then nuzzled the blatant lump in her panties. Her body was most of the reason why he maintained her company even after his wedding. "Can't it be both?" he asked before wrapping his lips around her semi-hard cock. He gnawed it softly through the panties and the shark crooned.

"Okay, sure," she acquiesced, "it's a romantic place to get blown by a sissy fox."

"That's better," Desmond said around her crotch. He bit on the fabric and pulled back, tugging Christine's panties around her thighs but no further. Growling warmly and lashing his fluffy tail, he dragged his tongue up across her balls and along her penis, coaxing pre out of the tip. He greedily sucked it off.

Christine half-closed her icy blue eyes and settled into the cushions as Desmond worked on her. She was just thinking she might coax him into a rimjob and let him enter her when a stranger peeked into the alcove and smiled. She was an elegantly simple brown bat with red-tinted eyes and cute bangs.

Just as the shark awkwardly smiled, the bat chirped, "Hi, uh, I'm Sadie! I just finished up with another group."

Startled yet acting cool, Desmond pulled off of Christine and wiped the drool from his lip. "Hi there."

"Hey," Sadie giggled. "Okay, gotta admit, your butt in the air was the whole reason I came over here."

The shark smiled coyly. Her tailfin flicked. "He's got a nice butt, yeah."

"We both do," Desmond noted. "Did you wanna join us?"

Sadie laughed. "It sounds really weird when you just ask like that, but," she grabbed Desmond's ass and kneaded it, "yeah I do!"

Desmond leaned in to kiss the bat, but she grinned and pushed him back to Christine's loins. "You just keep sucking that dick, 'cause I hate to interrupt a good beej."

"That's very considerate of you," Christine sighed as the fuckboy went back to work. She folded her arms behind her head and eyed the bat lazily.

"Nah, I just love seeing guys sucking dick, I'm totes selfish," Sadie admitted. But instead of watching as intently as that might imply, she knelt on the floor behind the fox and reached up under him. Her long fingers outright ignored his little bulge and opened up his fly. Then she peeled down his jeans and briefs at once, letting the waistbands rest at his mid-thigh.

"Wow, cute ass," she growled, giving the cheeks a squeeze. Awaiting no invitation, she pried them apart and dragged her tongue across his puckered anus. It clenched down and Desmond gasped against Christine's shaft.

"Save some tongue for me," Christine said, watching around Desmond with a sly smile.

"Got enough for both of you and then some," Sadie growled into Desmond's ass. She went in again, dragging her long bat tongue across his pucker as often and harshly as she pleased. The obvious pleasure Desmond was in only spurred her to rim him harder still. "Your boyfriend has a real sweet ass, I bet you fuck him all the time."

Desmond perked his ears. Christine petted over them when she said, "Not my boyfriend. More of a boytoy, I'd say. But yes - yes I do," she affirmed with a grin.

Once more Sadie dragged the brunt of her tongue across Desmond's anus, and again it winked. Smirking with lewd intent lost on the fox, Sadie huffed into the warmth of his crack then pressed the tip of her tongue against the pucker. With firm thrusts of that oral muscle, she eventually wedged open his rim and coaxed him to shudder. She interrupted the very blowjob she had tried to preserve when Desmond, flush from the unexpected pleasure, pulled off of Christine's penis and nuzzled where the shaft met the balls.

"Ugh, gawd, more girls should eat ass," Desmond spoke in a whine. He reached up and groped Christine's clothed, thick breasts.

Laying her hands over Desmond's paws, Christine encouraged a firmer grope and slid a leg under the fox. She found his inoffensive penis with her foot and pinched it between her big and index toes. "Y'know, Sadie," she chuckled, "you're kinda screwing up what I was grooming him for. I hope you know you're gonna have to eat my ass too when you're done."

Sadie giggled against Desmond's rear. She was too intently using her tongue to pull it back and retort. All she cared to do was ream Desmond out with it, and this she did eagerly, tasting his gay young body inside and out while fondling the curves of his cheeks. Eventually she reached down and groped her cunt through her jeans. Finding that hardly stimulating, she opened her fly and squirmed her jeans down to her ankles, all with her writhing, thrusting tongue buried in the foxcoon's asshole.

"Nuh-uh, I'm keeping her tongue all to myself," Desmond quivered, sounding too desperate to come across as teasing. He looked up at Christine with a jaunty smile, but that was subverted by his blush.

"Is that so," Christine dryly said. Sadie thought to reiterate that she had enough to go around yet was still too busy to pluck her tongue free. She had also begun fingering herself, reaching under the waistband of her panties to do so.

"Yeah, that's so," Desmond snickered. In the very next moment, however, he nosed up under her balls and found the smooth run of her taint with his nostrils. At that, Christine moaned and inclined herself further. Desmond easily pushed his nose into her pucker and began slathering it sloppily, as she had come to enjoy and expect from the twink.

Puffing through clenched teeth and lashing her tailfin, Christine enjoyed sublime pleasure. She masturbated her drool-wetted cock slowly and continued pinching Desmond's cute member with her toes. Overriding the wet sounds of Desmond's ass eating was Sadie's much more impassioned work, consisting of slobbers and suckles to make Desmond sound tame. It was no surprise to Christine that the boy's penis throbbed so needfully in her toes.

As suddenly as her entry into the group, Sadie tugged her tongue back and gave Desmond's ass a smack. It jiggled but the boy seemed not to react. "Hey, shark girl," she giggled.

"Christine," she stated.

"Cool, badass name, I loved that book," Sadie grinned. "You down for me riding that dick?"

The shark's smile was coy, as was the flutter of her eyelashes. "I think I can deal with that."

Slowly Desmond pulled away from Christine's ass. He licked the taste of heady shark musk off of his lips and nose. "What about me?" he quietly asked.

Sadie smacked both mitts down on Desmond's ass cheeks, making them bounce and jiggle. That time Desmond squealed, then moaned. "You don't look like you're very big. I'd let you fuck my butt."

"Let me speak for him when I say he'd be happy to fuck your ass," Christine sniggered. "I don't think he even realizes his wife has a pussy."

"As often as she sits on my face, no, I'm unaware of any such thing," Desmond noted. The shark smirked and rolled her eyes. Sadie giggled riotously and stripped clean at the same time, exposing modest breasts but round hips. In both cases, her proportions were no match for those of the shark, but her figure was relentlessly arousing all the same.

Desmond took the opportunity to stand up too, but not before planting a longing smooch on Christine's penis. He shucked off his shirt and dropped his bottoms. Christine decided to make it a matched set when she pulled off her top too, baring her thick breasts and stiff black nipples.

Christine sat up and smiled, tweaking her shaft to maintain it. "Pretty cute. And just how do you wanna do this?"

Briefly Sadie contemplated while rubbing Desmond's shoulder and inspecting the two naked bodies at her disposal. A grin suddenly split her lips wide and she pounced Christine, pinning her on the sofa with a bump. "Nice and simple, just like this," puffed the bat, grinding her damp muff into Christine's dark glans.

"Lemme help," Desmond said, kneeling between the shark's splayed legs. He gripped her shaft and guided it into the bat whom abruptly descended and gasped at the penetration.

"Mmm, yeah!" Sadie growled, her grin narrowing into something more lustful. She started to bounce yet stopped after just a few repetitions. She kissed Christine on the nose, then said back at the fox, "Hey, you've got like a minute to lube my butthole up, so you better do that quick!"

Of course Desmond went straight to work and with much zeal. He crammed his long snout into the crack of the bat's ass and lapped across her asshole at the same time as he took a hit from it. Sadie's musk was subtle, but Desmond's great taste for scents went hand in hand with his canine nose.

Christine wrapped her arms loosely around Sadie's neck and pulled her nose to nose for a nuzzle. It was the best she could do for face to face affection; a lack of lips precluded smooches. Sadie made up for it by licking the shark's teeth. When Christine parted them, the bat slid her tongue past the deadly rows and spurred a whirlwind makeout with the dickgirl shark.

Sadie's long tongue ran circles around Christine's. The manner in which she squeezed and slurped Christine's tongue was unfair in its ability, but the shark only moaned and ground up into the bat's hot snatch.

As he licked and smooched Sadie's anus well past the minute mark, Desmond tasted the result of her last tryst elsewhere in the basement. A runner of semen sluiced out of her and would have run down her taint had Desmond not lapped it up. He was unfazed by this cleanup duty but decided then that the bat was thoroughly slick.

Without asking permission, Desmond stood and plunged his cock right into the bat. It took no effort to work his endowment into her, for she was already loose from her earlier exploits, and his size was far from challenging. Sadie took notice, however. She broke off the awkward kiss and started to buck up and down against Christine, making Desmond's work difficult but not impossible.

Huffing and grunting, Sadie seemed to be in control even sandwiched as she was. Christine moaned and did her part to grind up into the bat, and in moments where she and Desmond met the hilt together, their balls bounced into each other in a strangely intimate way. Their eyes met occasionally over and around Sadie whom forewent eye contact to roll back her eyes and arch her back. In spite of her quiet nothings, she seemed more wrapped up in her own pleasure than her partners. Neither the fox nor shark seemed to mind it.

Desmond reached around Sadie and palmed her breasts. This came at the same time as a more confident rhythm in which he deftly pounded her fine ass and more often slopped his balls against Christine's. In the meantime, the aquatic predator licked her teeth, then Sadie's chin. This cajoled the bat into another kiss which began hot and furious yet oddly tapered off from there. After but a few teases and rubs across Christine's tongue, Sadie pulled back her own tongue and huffed across the shark's face.

"You feel great," she said to Christine, whom smiled. "And you, foxy-boy," she grinned. "Keep it up! Your cute little dick's doing something for me."

"He likes it when you tell him it's little, you know," Christine slyly murmured. Sadie shrugged.

It came as a surprise to Sadie when the foxcoon cutely growled yet pinned her down. In a ferocious show of lust, he pounded the bat's tight ass with all the strength he could muster. Every time his hips slapped into that fine behind, so did his balls flop into Christine's. The warmth of Desmond's fuzzy scrotum crashing urgently into her own was pleasurable to Christine.

"Ooh, o-o-oh, fuck me!" Sadie grinned, gazing over her shoulder at the fox. "You stallion, are you gonna spooge in me?" she laughed.

"Yeah!" Desmond barked. Both ladies found it particularly cute, but he was not at all threatening. Whether or not that was by design, Desmond seemed not to care. He worked hard at busting his nut until finally he earned his release. Hunkering down over Sadie and squeezing her tits so firmly that they dimpled, Desmond brayed in his pleasure and shot his wad deep inside of the bat's ass.

Stunned by the size of Desmond's load, Sadie let her grin falter. She conceded to the boy's potency when she softly said, "God, what a mess. Good job, cutie."

"That was for Chrissie," Desmond sheepishly said, sounding tired in his afterglow. He withdrew his softening meat and back and fell beside Christine, laying perpendicular to her on the other portion of the curved couch. Semen leaked from Sadie's anus which Desmond was too lazy to clean up.

"Yeah? Well," Sadie snickered, starting to bounce again and with more force than ever, "I think Chris and I are gonna take care of each other, don't worry."

"Sounds to me like a good time," Christine warmly sighed, her penis throbbing and twitching inside of Sadie.

Unencumbered by Desmond, Sadie was able to slam down ruthlessly. Desmond's cum drizzled down her taint and across Christine's genitals; neither lady cared. It didn't even seem that they noticed the mess.

"Dickgirls are so fun," Sadie gushed, smirking down at Christine's cool face. The pleasure was abundantly clear in her eyes. "Tits are fun to play with."

"They are," Desmond agreed, cupping one of Christine's jugs awkwardly.

Chuckling at the feeling, Christine in turn grabbed Sadie's smaller bust in both hands. "They can be fun, yeah. S'nice to see them bounce."

Sadie was feeling the fatigue of a couple of previous lays. Her cunt seemed to quiver at the outer edge of a climax but Christine was still so calm and collected. She again kissed the shark, but it proved to be the shortest makeout yet. Almost shamefully and as an orgasm began to wrack her body, Sadie blurted, "Mmh, you've been so fucking good!"

Grinning at the revelation of Sadie's release, Christine reached down and patted her hips. "Clearly, yeah. And what about me now?"

"Well, what about you?" Sadie giggled, feeling delirious in her orgasm. She bounced on Christine a moment longer but quickly slung herself back to lie aligned with Christine. There she lay on her back with legs wide apart and pussy drooling. "How's about you fuck him in the butt?" she nodded at Desmond. "I lubed him up, after all..."

Christine's eyes fell on Desmond. She smirked. "I guess I can do that. I have this feeling you want to watch that happen."

It was with blatant interest that Sadie watched Desmond haul himself up to his paws and knees on the sofa, his hindquarters facing both women. "You might be onto something," said Sadie. "But I'll never tell."

"Truly a mystery for the ages," Christine humorlessly remarked, mounting up on Desmond's girly posterior speedily. As was often the case with Desmond's slutty behind, the shark effortlessly entered him. Despite the roominess of his ass and recent climax, he groaned lustfully and arched his spine.

Grinning and swishing her tailfin, Christine set off straight to work. Her bucks were rough and quick, often smacking her scrotum up into Desmond's. She reached under him and tweaked his nipples as her full breasts bounced and her ass bobbed.

"God, Chrissie," Desmond weakly panted. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"

Christine leaned over Desmond and in hunkering down gave herself more leverage with which she hammered her hips into his ass. Hot pre shot deep inside of him, though his lubrication was already thorough thanks to Sadie.

To this show, Sadie rubbed her tender body, fondling her muff eagerly. Every sensation was elongated and made special by afterglow. She could feel her pulse in the throb of her labia, but of the most interest to her was the show at hand. Christine's fine, wide ass bobbing up and down against Desmond's smaller, yet similarly round behind was unspeakably enticing. She longed to bury her tongue in that ass just like she had done to the foxcoon; but she didn't want to interrupt the shark's gyrations.

The shark was plainly near her release. She puffed and gasped, behaving quite unlike her usual calm and facetious self. She crooned little nothings to Desmond; compliments for his girly figure and tight fuckhole. Her tailfin lashed erratically, matching the hectic pace of her bucks. She fucked Desmond so roughly that eventually she beat him down onto his belly, and when he was flat and prone, she reamed him further still, her work not yet done.

Within just a few moments of pinning Desmond to the sofa's plush seats, Christine gasped and arched her back. She came, slopping her thick mess into the twink fox whom groaned appreciatively, then purred, "Love when you fuck me, Chrissie."

"That makes for two of us, I guess," Christine chuckled, finally laying down on the twink. After a moment to calm her breathing, Christine looked back at Sadie. "Mmm. Hey, this was a good time."

"Mmm, yeah! It was!" Sadie effused, sprawling out. "I've had some disappointing casuals, but trust me, you guys rocked. You gonna be at the next party?"

Christine and Desmond talked it over in a brief, hushed session. When it was all ironed out the twink said with a titter, "I'll bring my wife next time."