Xander sighs, relieving himself in the restroom. When he finished, he washed his hands and stuck his penis through the hole in the wall while pulling out his phone. On the other side of the wall, Rylie was dutifully doing homework. When she heard Xander knock, she quickly left her desk and kneeled at where his dick protruded into her bedroom.
"Suck me clean, sis," the fox said, reading through his notifications. Without a word, Rylie began greedily sucking his meat, her small mouth milking him. Xander's phone buzzed and a notification popped up on his screen. Trisha's face appears next to her name as he opens the chat.
:hey R U free? Swing by the spot for usual deal?:
He smirked. :yeh gimme a bit. Think you can afford it?:
Dots appear on screen as Trisha types. :wtevr u want just help me out:
Xander excitedly puts his phone away and pulls his meat out of the hole, followed by a gasp from Rylie on the other side.
"Thanks, Sis! Gotta run, get your homework done," he says, leaving the bathroom and running downstairs.
He passes his father and Suzie on the couch. Jeff was holding Suzie by the waist, bouncing her rapidly on his long canine dick. Her eyes were rolled back, her belly bearing the bulging impression of their father's rod.
"Ngh! Heading out, son?" Heff asked. "Grr... Pick up- Oh, mph! Lube on your way back. Had to- ngh! -Use some of that sensitizer you brought back from the college trip." He lets go of the lamb, letting her drop down his length and sit on his knot. She lets out a shrill scream as juices squirt from her pussy out onto the living room rug. She clutches the bulge in her belly, legs shaking and kicking lightly as her body is rocked with a powerful orgasm, tears streaming down her wet face. Her pussy was clearly not the first hole used this morning. The bulge pulsed, making her make subtle gasps as it manipulated her insides. Poor Suzie was barely conscious, the sensitizer having made the whole ordeal too much for her. She shivered in shock, losing control of her bladder and wetting herself on her father's knot.
"Sure thing, Dad. There's more in my bag, if you need it before I'm back," says Xander, waving as he grabbed his keys and headed out.
Xander drove to the highschool, parking outside the back of the gym. There, leaning against the wall, was Trisha Marx. Her fluffy coat shimmered with gold in the winter sunset. She had a short tail curled in an almost perfect spiral, a purebred pomeranian. She wore volleyball shorts under a sports jacket, and bounced in Xander's headlights, freezing as she waited for him. He chuckles to himself and lights a cigarette, letting her wait.
"Oh, thank god, I totally thought you were gonna bail," she said as Xander got out of his truck.
"I would never," replied the fox, flashing a smile as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Trisha sneered. "Oh, how noble and humble you are." Her tone mocked Xander, but he maintained his composure.
"Don't bite the hand that feeds you."
Trisha rolled her eyes and plucked the cigarette from his fingers, taking a long drag as she leaned back on the wall kf the gym. "Listen, I got a problem. Midterms are gonna kill my grade and my dad is going to take my car keys if I flunk."
"And you need me to write your term paper so you can keep your car." Xander crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at the rich highbreed.
"Yes," she said.
"You know its gonna cost ya."
"Trust me, I know. I asked Kris already and he wont. Too busy with his apparently."
"So you're desperate. Well, I'm pretty busy with my midterm too, but we can work something out. Usual rate, plus study meet up at your house, door locked, anything goes." He grins with pride at his deal. Trisha was a regular customer of his. At least twice a semester she needed help with a paper or project.
"Oh my god, fine. But no cumming in my hair again," says Trisha.
Xander chuckles. "Oh, like you're gonna tell me no."
Trisha's cute angry face blushes. "Oh you... You... Ugh! Fine! You have a deal."
"Great. You know the drill, one now, one before I give it to you." Xander unzips his fly, eliciting a surprised whine from Trisha.
"Right here?! Are you nuts?!" She looks around frantically as the fox pulled his rod out of his pants.
"Thats right. Get it ready first, then I'm gonna plow you into the snow."
Trisha opens her mouth to speak, hesitating. Then she closes it and her eyes, taking a deep breath and letting the frustration pass. Slowly, she kneels on the asphalt, snow and gravel digging into her knees. She opens her eyes and looks up at Xander. "I'm ready sir."
Xander pushes the tip of his cock through her open lips, her tongue guiding it to the back of her mouth. Once it hits her throat, she closes her lips and sucks her mouth tight around his shaft. He pulls back a little and, in one smooth thrust, now occupied her throat with his pulsing meat.
"Good pup. You know, rich girls always look good on their knees. Like you could use a little humbling!" On his last word, he'd pushed her head down further, her cheeks puffing up a bit as his knot was kissed by her lips.
Trisha sat like that for a few minutes as the fox gently used her throat, her eyes locked on his with furrowed brows, her irritation evident but not acknowledged. He pulls his cock free from her lips, letting it rest on her face and drip her saliva down her cheek. She pants softly, making puffs of vapor in the cold air. The fox twirls his finger in the air, instructing the pomeranian to turn around. She sighs and rolls her eyes, but does as commanded. Her tail, naturally curling upward, lifted her skirt up, exposing her perky rear under hot pink panties. Xander licks his lips and pulls them asside, sliding his warm, wet rod up her pussy lips before pushing the tip against her tailhole.
Trisha jumped in surprise. "Wait a minute, I never agreed to-!"
Her words were cut short by a shocked gasp. Xander wore a smug expression as he pounded away at her ass. His hips slammed his meat into her depths, making her body jolt. Her cheek was pressed against the icy concrete of the wall, her breath making the frost melt as she moaned and yipped. Xander's assault kept her mouth occupied proclaiming her pleasure, a better use for it. Her hands find their way to the wall to support her, head now hanging low.
"Oh f-fuck-k Xan-nd-der! Sl-low d-down-n! Oh g-go-o-o-od-d my a-ass-s!" She exclaimed. A vague bulge bobbed up and down in her belly as Xander's cock reached deep inside of her. Her tailhole squeezed his shaft, instinctually trying to close off her hole to him, but only driving him further into lust. His thrusts were hard, beating her into the snow-dusted asphalt. Trisha moaned loudly, her voice bouncing with his thrusts. His balls swung beneath them, slapping her pussy lips asynchronously to his knot on her anus.
Xander felt the approach of his climax begin, and reached for the cute canine's wrists. He pulls them back, like reigns with which to steer her, and begins vigorously fucking her tight rear. Her face was now hanging inches from the wall, echoing her noises back at her.
"Oh g-od-d, I al-w-way-ys-s- Ah! F-org-get-t ho-ow b-ig-g you a-re!" She shut her eyes tight, knowing from past experience what was about to happen. She readied herself mentally, and braced her core for impact. Just in time, because she was suddenly shoved against the wall by Xander, whom's knot was halfway lodged in her asshole, stretching it as wide as it could and keeping it there while he unloaded into her belly.
"Awe, fuck yeah... Filling up the tank, heh heh!" Xander chuckled, stirring his cock around inside Trisha, eliciting a groan from her.
"Ugh, you dweeb... Ouuhhh.... H-hey stop doing that. Hey! It feels- OoOoOoggghh!!!..." Her legs suddenly stiffened, pushing her further into the wall and making her back arch deeply. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out, her pussy squirting her juices out onto Xanders tensing balls, which were busy pumping thick ropes of cum into Trisha's ass.
The warmth of her ejaculate on his cold testicles made Xander moan. His balls pulsed harder, Trisha's belly swelled and expanded, and soon, trisha's agape mouth began to bubble and spill with semen. It dribbled down her chin and neck, soaking into her shirt and bra. Her eyes crossed as the cum cut off her oxygen supply, making her lightheaded and dizzy. The fox gave a tug, pulling himself free of the canine's butthole, which now gaped wide. It almost immediately began pouring cum out of itself, and whenever she tensed from her lingering orgasm, the cream shot in an arc through the air, leaving a line in the snow.
Xavier used Trisha's tail like a rag to wipe the cum from his penis, then he resituated his pants before pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of her gushing tailhole and the mess on her normally flawless tail fur. "And this is for insurance, as always."
He slipped the strip of her panties back into place, letting the semen soak through and drip down her thighs. She coughs a few times spitting cum out of her mouth.
Rolling over, Trusha puts her hand on her still slightly swollen belly. "You... Fucking... *hic!*" she hiccupped and her cheeks puffed up, her hand snapping over her mouth. She looked at Xavier with concern in her eyes.
Xavier nodded, his smirk still smug. "Swallow it," he said, crossing his arms.
Trisha hesitated, but the pulsing in her ass told her to do as she was told. She squeezed her eyes closed and gulped hard, swallowing the mouthful of thick semen that had surfaced in her throat. She couldn't muster the energy to finish her insult. She was too cold to speak, frost settling in the moisture from her pussy, the tears on her face, and the cum on her tail.
"It's been fun, Trish, but I gotta run," said Xander. "I'll text you about the study meet at your place." He pats her on the head and turns to leave. As he starts his car, he rolls the window down and sticks his head out. "And wear that new plug your boyfriend got you for Valentine's day. I overheard him talking about it at lunch last week." He chuckles to himself, watching her face blush bright red with embarrassment and anger as he leaves.