The tall, reddish kangaroo slid back the white metal covering for the pool vacuum's mechanism. Working at a leisurely pace, humming a tune, he went about replacing the grimy filters.

From across the glimmering pool, a pretty young vixen watched him work. She sat on the edge with long, taut legs dipped into the summer-warmed water, a one-piece bikini on her barely pubescent body. Occasionally the kangaroo glanced at her, but never thought much of her, believing her to be only a curious child watching an adult at work. He was used to answering questions from children as he performed all manner of handyman work. Rufus quite liked children with their inquisitive attitudes; other adults often regarded the work he did as beneath them, and they asked only how much it would cost and when he would be finished.

Around the time Rufus had finished inspecting the pool vacuum, the vixen slipped into the pool. She dived underneath and swam quickly through the warm water, streamlining herself like an otter, pushing with her feet, leaving only a mild disturbance in her wake. She sprung from the water with a gasp close to the kangaroo who looked up sharply, then smiled.

"Nice day for a swim, huh?" the charming, older kangaroo asked.

"Yup," the vixen - Christine, Chrissie to most - replied. She waded to the edge and put her forearms on it, holding herself still as her feet lightly paddled. "Whatcha doin?"

"Tuning up your pool vacuum," he explained. "Your parents say it doesn't suck much anymore. I can see why. You wouldn't believe the state of the filters, things were almost black with algae."

Chrissie giggled. "Will it suck now, mister?"

Realizing what he had said, Rufus smiled sheepishly. "It should work great after this." He started to screw housing back into place on the vacuum head. Its sprawling, fin-like bottom looked a bit like a big, dead jellyfish.

The vixen eyeballed him when his back was turned. She looked at his behind - rather bony, she thought. But he was handsome, and Chrissie had particular needs. Rufus would not be the first handyman to fall under her spell.

With father gone - probably banging his girlfriend - and mother passed out in the living room with a drained bottle of tequila at her feet, Chrissie felt no danger in slutting around at home. She peeled the shoulder straps of her blue one-piece down and bared breasts still developing, barely in the realm of mosquito bites. Three more nipples on either side of her belly trailed down almost to her pelvis, giving her eight in total.

"Mister kangaroo guy," she cooed.

"Oh, call me Rufus," he said, looking back. He saw her naked chest, her bikini hanging off of her, and he dropped his screwdriver. It rolled into the pool and the kangaroo hissed, "Oh-, shoot. Uh-, you should-, your bikini is coming undone, there..."

Chrissie giggled. She winked at Rufus. She knew he saw it because he flinched. Then she dived, and when she came up the bikini was off entirely. In her paw was the screwdriver. She handed it to him, and as he took it, she spoke to him: "I got something you can fix, Rufus."

Rufus stared intently at the child. His mind was on a girl - a bear he watched a few times. The similarities were absurd. Two little girls in the same year who flirted like adults. "I'm not much good at fixing bikinis, I should warn you," he said, gaining a sly smile.

Chrissie, paddling softly, smiled back. Her bikini floated serenely on the surface of the pool. "Not my bikini, silly. Something way better."

"Ah, well, you see-," Rufus started, but stopped. He looked at the rear of the mansion and murmured, "Your mother is inside. I know she is."

"My mother's plastered," Chrissie frankly said. She splashed Rufus with a good, hard swipe and doused his shirt and crotch. The kangaroo flinched but was too late to stop it. The vixen shrieked with laughter. "Got you! Guess you better take your clothes off and hang 'em up!"

"Very funny, little girl," Rufus grunted, but he was sizing her up, looking at her body even as the water warped and distorted it to his eyes. Thoughts of sex with young girls were nothing new to Rufus, an older kangaroo whose sexual history was varied and peculiar. He huffed and touched his groin. "How many times have you done this? And what about your mom?"

Chrissie waved it off. "My mom wouldn't wake up if you blew up the house. And as for how many times, uh-, never mind! Let's just [i]fuck."[/i]

Rufus sighed and slipped out of his shorts, and then his boxers too, pulling them down his strong legs. He waited for the giggles and questions, but the fox only said, "Cool, I've always wanted to try kangaroo cock."

The fox climbed out of the pool and clambered over top of Rufus. The kangaroo barely got a look at the shiny black peach between her thighs before she was upon him. She kissed him firmly, and Rufus kissed back after a moment's consideration. Her mouth opened slightly and Rufus took the cue, slathering his tongue inside of her muzzle, swiping it over her tongue. She softly moaned and ground her vulva against his loins, grinding her wet flesh on his upside-down scrotum and sheath. Already the wriggling, prehensile length of his penis was beginning to show. It nudged against her sex.

She broke the kiss, panting. "Your cock feels weird."

"Your cookie feels nice," Rufus countered, smiling. "What's your handle, little girl? I like to know a lady's name before I give her the Vitamin D."

"Vitamin D," she snickered. "I'm Chrissie." A peck on his nose, then she touched his penis, holding its wriggling flesh. "We-e-eird."

"You'll like it, promise," Rufus said with a wink. "You [i]did[/i] want to try kangaroo prick, you said."

Chrissie flashed him a grin. She held his cock up, supporting it, though its wriggling, wormlike behavior precluded any real bracing. It was habit of the fox. She touched it to her spade and giggled as its writhing tip tickled around her spongy vulva. She was able to guide it inside, and she cooed lowly as she settled down into his lap. With all of Rufus' lively penis inside of her, she pressed her soaked body against him and whispered, "I haven't started bleeding yet, so you can cum inside me."

"I do hate pulling out," Rufus said softly, feeling along the fox's immature, yet fine body. He would have preferred her dry. It was only a small bother.

Chrissie began to ride Rufus, a fairly unfamiliar pleasure for the kangaroo who often was tasked with putting his strong legs to work, doing the fucking for his ladyfriends. The gentleness and smoothness of the fox's ride was a treat. He relaxed against the warm concrete. Gently he rolled his formidable hips against Chrissie's, helping to drive his writhing penis deeper into her.

The tip of his penis hit many spots Chrissie had never had teased before. She was cooing, softly whining as she rode Rufus. His precum dribbled into her and she was also wet; her sex was snug but accommodating to the tapering length of his cock.

She kissed him on his lips and whispered, "Ever fuck a little girl before? Huh? I bet you never even thought a kid could be so good..."

"Never," Rufus lied, grinning. His hands slid slowly down her back and grasped her hips, still small but with a hint of womanly curve. He believed, just from this preliminary squeeze, that Chrissie would grow into quite a well-proportioned lady. Thick in the hips and behind, at the very least. Her thick vulva was his favorite part by far, of course.

The kangaroo braced his feet on the concrete and began pushing into Chrissie, old habits dying hard for the middle-aged kangaroo. Chrissie moaned in a soft, angelic voice and stayed largely still, allowing Rufus to fuck her, to smack his hips into hers and plow her cunt. As she took his lovemaking, she peppered his face with eager kisses punctuated by lovebites and playful growls. Rufus took them happily, thick tail swaying, swishing, sometimes dipping into the pool.

"Mister Rufus," she cooed, pressing her smooth belly against his. "Ooh, mister Rufus, you're going to make me [i]cum."[/i]

It was not hard to believe, not for Rufus. He had been with so many women and he knew all the tells. He recognized the little clenches of muscle and the rising heat, however subtle it was. Still his writhing cock plugged away at her, fucking her forbidden young box with youthful vigor which Rufus took pride in. The so-called old man was only too happy to show younger ladies just what a kangaroo could do; that this younger lady in particular was only a child hardly mattered. He had resigned himself to savoring the prepubescent female form when the bear had first seduced him.

"Well," Rufus grunted, holding onto her rear as his hips smacked hers, producing a sharp wet slap each time, "that's [i]good,[/i] because this spade of yours is going to make [i]me[/i] cum, Chrissie..."

"Everybody wins," Chrissie tittered, nuzzling with Rufus. Her eyes, wide and ruby-red, had taken on a glaze. Her cheeks were hot, smile dreamy and wide. She whimpered, "Ooh-, oh fuck." The young fox came gently, but noticeably. Her sex tightened around Rufus and the wetness which she expelled was thin and hot. Her ejaculation was barely noticed, but the fox moaned to the handyman, "Oh, man, that's it. That's right."

"Good girl, that's good," Rufus whispered, kissing her cheek, her ear. He held onto her tightly and he gave her everything he could muster. His legs slammed his cock into her again and again like he was trying to jackhammer a stubborn piece of concrete. The slap was loud and wet and unmistakable, the male and female moans even more so.

Chrissie held fast to him. She was huffing and whimpering in afterglow, warning Rufus she was so tender that it nearly hurt. But she told him to keep going - to finish. "Fill me up," she growled.

Rufus, panting but no more than a twenty-year-old would have, plowed his meat into little Chrissie a few more times. Then he fell against the poolside and pulled Chrissie down so that his cock was buried inside of her. He groaned sharply as he came, toes curling and legs twisting as thick, hot ropes shot deep into the young fox. He kissed her and she kissed right back, swabbing her tongue along his, twisting them together like a pair of ribbons on a gift box. Only when the kangaroo's orgasm died back into afterglow did he ease from the kiss. By then the mess leaked in slow dribbles around his penis.

"Good lord," Rufus huffed, laying flat against the concrete. "You're a good kid."

Chrissie giggled. "Thanks... you were great for an old guy."

"Old guy," Rufus scoffed. "Gimme ten minutes, I'll show you what an [i]old guy[/i] I am when I fuck you up against a wall."

The fox grinned. "Sure. Just don't break your hip or anything."

"Brat," the kangaroo chuckled. "You'll see."

Another giggle from Chrissie, this one softer, warmer. She nuzzled with him, sighed, relaxed against him. After a few moments, she asked, "While we're waiting, you want some ice cream with me?"

Rufus pecked her on the top of her head. "That sounds good to me, sweetheart. I think I've earned it."