The pushbroom whispered across the tile floor of the hall. Maxwell watched dust bunnies, shreds of paper, candy wrappers accumulate in front of the bristles and thought [i]I'd love to just put that in a corner and not have to worry about it.[/i]

Three weeks of being a janitor helped Maxwell realize that he hated being a janitor. He cleaned up after ungrateful brats for eight hours a day doing things he knew were well beneath him. Prior to this job, Maxwell had never once handled a toilet brush. Now he routinely scraped unidentified substances off of child-sized commodes and he was advised to stop suggesting that the kids be ordered to hold it in until they got home.

The chipmunk developed ways to cope with his misery. He believed that any good-looking college-educated boy must have a coping mechanism for inescapable crap jobs. His was masturbation. In the grubby closet where he was obliged to store the brooms and dustpans and astringent cleaning materials, he often jerked off. In doing so he turned to peculiar fantasies.

The children were just that, children, none of them older than twelve years of age, but some of the girls were alarmingly provocative. Maxwell got himself fired from his last job stocking shelves after he was caught enhancing a shopper's experience in the middle of an aisle. Now the chipmunk was interpreting indifferent glances from prepubescent girls as amorous looks. He was aware of this fall in prestige but believed it was a natural cope.

Maxwell corralled the dust and trash into a pile and scooped it up. As he fumbled with the dustpan and broom, one of the classes let out. A small wave of children of varying species but similar age passed through the hall, giving him little space and dragging his wrangled dust bunnies in their wake. One of them said, "I hear Mr. Bigbutt is gonna kill us if we make the toilets sticky again."

The name got a rise out of some the kids nearby. Maxwell ignored the disparagement as well as he could. He couldn't afford to lose his job and go to jail over snapping his broom handle across some little shit's face, but oh could he picture it. The exquisite snap as the handle broke into a spray of countless splinters but not before the brat's muzzle was crushed around it, bent like a hotdog bun around the shaft of the handle. Maxwell would have happily sprinkled sawdust on the blood and snot that kind of an attitude adjustment would have left spattered across the tile.

One girl lingered back, passing Maxwell as he dumped the dustpan in the trash. Max liked her. She was usually one to smile sweetly and he liked the way she wore her hair which was usually a ponytail held with a cute butterfly clip. Max didn't know her name yet, and she didn't know his, but as she often did, she cooed, "Hi, mister," on her way past him.

"Hey," Maxwell replied. "Uh, you learning anything cool?"

The girl, a petite brown bear, grinned. She did not break stride. "I learned math is lame. See you later!"

Maxwell surreptitiously watched her butt wiggle as she walked away. It had been a long time since he'd had pussy. A plan, one very unwholesome, began to brew.

As the chipmunk further tidied up the hallway, one of the teachers made to pass him by but instead stopped and smiled. She was known to the children and to Maxwell alike as Mrs. Hale. An older wolf with childbearing hips and a thick bust, Mrs. Hale was a MILF fantasy to some of the developing boys. Maxwell was aware of her figure in the same way he was aware of the sky being blue. It was unimpressive to him; he believed it didn't matter.

"Hello, Maxwell," she said primly. "How are you doing today?"

"Um, fine," Maxwell replied. He glanced at Mrs Hale over his shoulder. He barely missed her staring at his behind, which was round and thick and apparent even through his ill-fitting work pants. "Did you need something? One of the kids get sick in your classroom again?"

Mrs. Hale smiled patiently. It came with dealing with children, including four of her own, on her own. She had the patience of a saint. "Maxwell," she said softly but clearly, "are you at all... busy this weekend?"

That he was being propositioned sailed over Maxwell's head like a paper airplane. He was already planning to occupy his weekend with the girl bear. "Yeah, I am."

"I see," Mrs. Hale said, mostly hiding her disappointment. "You have a good day, dear." As she left, she felt horribly embarrassed. [i]I suppose my intuition was right. He must only like men.[/i]

Come the following day, a Friday, Maxwell saw the girl after lunch. It was time for recess and his accompanying break gave him a few minutes to get some fresh air. Ordinarily he masturbated during his break, shooting right into the trash can where he put the dust bunnies and the vomit-soaked sawdust. Today he was on a mission. He saw the girl near the swings, amusing herself with no other kids nearby. Maxwell never wondered why she seemed to be a loner. He was a loner too.

"Hey. You want a push?" he asked.

The bear looked at him, smiled. "He-e-ey. Sure. Your name is Max, right?"

"You know my name?" he asked, impressed. "Of course you do. Yeah. I'm Max, Maxwell." The bottom-heavy chipmunk felt his ego swell a little bit. The girl knew his name, that probably meant she liked him. Most of the kids knew him as Mr. Bigbutt.

Maxwell gently pushed her. He was grateful that a stout oak tree blocked the view from the school. Someone might misconstrue this as creepy. "What about you? What's your name?"

"Penny," the girl said, giggling as she swung in a big arc. "Gentler, not so hard."

"I'm not even-," Maxwell said, and stopped. Of course she meant the swing. He was too horny for his own good. "Penny, huh? That's cool, cute name. What, uh, what's that short for?"

"Penelope!" she said proudly. "But I like Penny. So don't call me Penelope."

"Sure. Don't call me Maxwell," he said in reply, even though he liked Maxwell just fine. "You like video games, Penny?"

The girl was surprisingly iffy. "I dunno. I like dancing more!"

Maxwell let her rest on his palms for a moment. He smelled her hair without leaning in. She smelled as cute as she looked. "Dancing is kinda fun. But like, I have video games. At my house. And I usually order pizza on the weekend." [i]And on most nights.[/i]

Penny grinned. Maxwell couldn't see it. She wondered if he thought he was being clever or if he was just a dumb and horny pedophile. It didn't matter as far as she was concerned. He was cute and he was trying to groom her; doing it the other way around was fun but stressful.

"Pizza?" she said, maintaining some little-girl innocence. "Ooh, I love pizza! With sausage. And mushrooms!"

"I like sausage and mushrooms," Maxwell hopefully said, even though he loathed mushrooms. For a girl like Penny, he could stomach them. But now was the hard part. Now he had to clinch the deal. "You wanna-, uh. You know, most people, they'd think it's weird if a little girl said she was gonna hang out with the janitor from school."

"Oh, my family doesn't care, I can just say I'm with a friend for the night." She giggled and looked back at him. Her golden eyes were painfully innocent. Maxwell almost felt bad about what he was doing. "I can't wait for pizza. Can we dance? I lo-o-ove dancing, 'specially when there's hip-hop!"

Thoughts of Penny grinding and bouncing without her skirt or shirt on titillated Maxwell. A dull smile spread across his face and his cock started to stiffen. What little self-preservation he had told him he needed to get moving now.

"We can dance, that's cool, yeah. Uh, I get off work at five, do you wanna-... How is this gonna work?"

The bear hopped out of the swing set and giggled. "Do you live here in town? I can ride my bike and wait for you. I'll just tell my brother - oh, he watches me when mom and dad are busy - that I'm gonna be staying with a friend!"

Maxwell smiled. How did people get busted picking up girls? This was easy. He pulled the notepad out of his breast pocket - finally it was useful for something - and scribbled down the address of his apartment. He gave it to her, promised to see her later, and left. For the rest of the day, he was happy. Work wasn't such a chore when he knew he had something special waiting for him at the end of the day.

It was five-thirty when Max walked up to his apartment. The buses were slow and he had to stop for pizza and beer. It took the last of his paycheck to get both. [i]I don't even like sausage and mushroom pizza. Penny better chow down on it.[/i]

He looked around the parking lot for a moment and panicked. He did not wonder or worry if the girl had been kidnapped or if she'd told her parents that the nice janitor from school wanted her to hang out with him. He was just worried she had blown him off.

Maxwell's concerns were allayed when he heard the burr of playing cards pinned to bicycle tire spokes. Penny rolled up to him across the gravel, a pink bookbag hanging off her shoulder. "He-e-ey. Sorry! I'm kinda late, I guess. Brother made me do some of my homework before I left." She put her bike in the rack by the door, next to bigger bikes owned by adults. None of the others were chained up. Maxwell was fortunate to have landed in a fairly crime-free neighborhood. "So-o-o we gonna hang out?"

"Yeah, come on." Maxwell took her in and up to his apartment. Nobody was around to see the questionable scene. Max took her into his apartment on the seventh floor.

Penny first looked out the window. She seemed to disregard the general slobby aesthetic of the apartment. "Ooh, wow! We're so high up. This is awesome."

"It's cool I guess," Maxwell said. He opened up the pizza box, then cracked open a beer. Although it wasn't very appetizing to him, he took a piece and started eating. It was the first thing he'd eaten all day. "You hungry?"

The girl nodded and took a piece too. She asked between chomps, with sauce smeared on her lips, "Do you live alone?"

The chipmunk sipped his beer. He decided the pizza wasn't too bad. Maybe it was just the pussy he was about to get which cheered him up. "Yeah, it's just me."

Penny immediately dropped her half-eaten slice back in the box. She lunged on Maxwell and pawed at his crotch, groping him through the thick denim of his work pants. "Cool, so we can fuck right here, right?"

Maxwell blinked. He gaped stupidly as Penny. This had to be a dream. He was dreaming about how he hoped it would go over if he actually worked up the nerve to ask the girl to come home with him. Her name wasn't even Penny, he had just made that up too. Any second now he would wake up in his bed with a hard-on and-.

Penny squeezed Max's erection. She said hungrily, "Wow, feels like it's really big. Hey, do you lick pussy? I really love having mine licked. This one babysitter I have," she laughed, "oh man, he's [i]so[/i] good at it."

The chipmunk acknowledged that he was not dreaming, and that was it. He fully accepted the situation. He had lucked out and picked the town doorknob for his pederasty. "Yeah. I eat pussy." He pulled off his shirt with the name tag sewed on. He opened up his fly and shoved down the heavy, matching blue pants of his work uniform. His cock throbbed under his striped boxer shorts, the glans putting a dense stain of precum in the fabric. "Uh, do you wanna dance still?"

She snickered. "Not really. I bet you can't dance, Mr. Bigbutt." She pawed at his crotch and then started to undress herself. With no care given to provocation, she tugged her shirt up, tossed it away, and unbuttoned her little blue skirt. Pink panties styled with a butterfly in flight waited below the skirt.

When Penny hitched her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, Maxwell touched a wrist and said, "Leave those on, I want to take them off you myself."

The girl made a disgusted noise, but she was smiling. "Are you gonna smell them? I've had guys do that, it's nasty."

Maxwell frowned. "Sniffing is good. Don't diss it until you try it."

Her eyes rolled. She leaned closer, putting paws on Maxwell's clothed penis. "I guess I can try it, just a little." The thick pad of her nose bumped the head of his cock and she snuffled him without any hesitation or grace. To her surprise, the smell of dick was nice, but it didn't get her going the way her panties seemed to rile up so many men. "I guess if this makes you happy. Whatever."

The chipmunk gulped down the rest of his can of beer. Then he said, "Hey, you want one?"

"Beer tastes [i]gross,"[/i] Penny emphatically said. "Oh, do you have any Sunny D?"

"I have this D," Maxwell said, rubbing his crotch.

"Ha-ha, so funny," Penny huffed. "Come over here, c'mere, sit down."

As soon as Maxwell sat down, Penny clambered into his lap. The armchair had room for both of them to sit side-by-side but she chose to straddle him. All that separated their groins was the fabric of their underpants. Her naked chest rested on his and he felt the bumps of her small brown nipples poking him. Maxwell cupped his fingers around her ass cheeks and said, "You have a cute ass. It's almost as cute as mine is."

"Sure, Mr. Bigbutt," Penny said, using the name again. It didn't bother him to hear it from her. She kissed him and he kissed back, proving himself to be not at all tentative as some men were when a little girl kissed them. He went right for the make-out, slopping his tongue past his overbite and into her young mouth. Penny moaned as she took on Maxwell's tongue and was already imagining it at work on the lips of her pussy. A good kiss tended to give a clue as to how good the cunnilingus would be.

Max's fingers slid under her panties. He fondled her small, soft behind shamelessly. His fingers went between the cheeks and he rubbed her anus, thinking about how nice it would be if she would lick his ass. Women who licked ass were too rare, and his big ass deserved licks.

Curious about just that and feeling the minor buzz of a lone beer, Max broke the kiss off but kept close to Penny. The girl panted and growled, giving preening nips to his cheek and neck. He asked her as he rubbed the pink star of her asshole, "Do you lick guys?"

"I'll lick your cock," she said. "And your nuts."

"Sounds cool," Max agreeably said. "You should lick my asshole, it's my best feature."

Penny giggled wildly. "Lick your butthole? That's kinda gross... I bet it's sweaty."

"I guess it is," Maxwell muttered, clenching his sweaty cheeks self-consciously. The girl's ass crack was bone-dry.

"And kinda [i]smelly,[/i] too," the bear went on, grinning.

"My ass smells fine," the chipmunk pouted.

The girl smooched Max's cheek. "I guess I'll lick your butthole. But! In exchange, you gotta-, you gotta, uhhh..." She gnawed her lip as she considered. Maxwell didn't stop playing with her anus. "Okay, I'll totally lick your butt, but you gotta lick my feet."

"I mean, sure, I would have anyway," said Max, who thought her feet were pretty cute.

"Awesome!" Penny said, and wriggled out of Max's soft grip. She peeled off her panties and tossed them to the chipmunk. It was her aim to get them on his face, but she missed and landed them on his chest. He picked them up and smelled them anyway. "Hah, gross," she snickered.

Maxwell didn't seem to hear her, or didn't care at least. He pulled down his boxers, lifting his big behind out of the chair to get them off. Penny did the rest of the work, pulling them off his legs. He asked, "Do any other girls at school do this?"

"I dunno," Penny shrugged. "I don't really have friends at school," she said with no bitterness, just factual bluntness. She leaned in close to Maxwell's groin, staring down his circumcised phallus with hungry eyes. "Mm, nice cock. It's so big."

"Thanks, yeah, it's pretty great," Maxwell said with a smile. "Go ahead. Do whatever. Don't have to start with my butt."

Penny was curious about licking butts but she planned to take the chipmunk's invitation; she wanted something familiar first. Her paws wrapped around Maxwell's cock and she brought its pink meat to her lips. A bead of precum swelled up on the tip. She licked it off with a swipe of her big tongue, and then she went down on Maxwell, jaws opening wide to permit so much chipmunk meat. Penny couldn't deep-throat a cock yet, but she gave it her all with what she had.

Firm sucks and slurps told Max that he was dealing with a girl who knew how to gobble a cock down. He sat back heavily in his chair and smelled the panties. The scent of her vulva was thick on them even if puberty had not yet made her musky. He licked the inside of the fabric and noted a hint of the unmistakable taste of urine. The realization that her young pussy wasn't entirely clean sexually thrilled him. He pulled the panties tight across his muzzle, huffing on them. Swollen chipmunk meat throbbed in the girl's mouth.

The girl looked out the tops of her eyes at Maxwell's sniffing snout. Grown men could be so nasty. Even her own brother wasn't immune to that kind of indulgence which she knew from the stash of strange porn on his computer. Penny had no room to judge when she voraciously consumed all the porn her brother thought he had hidden. She really liked the stuff with the horses in it. Horses had her favorite kind of cock, so gigantic and thick, but Maxwell's was nice. She pulled her lips off of it and nuzzled into his balls. They were plump and sweaty, the stink of them arousing to her in a way she couldn't quite understand yet. Her tongue dragged through the swamp of sweaty fur and then she gulped all of one testicle into her mouth, sucking on the sack.

"Wow. You're kind of a slut," Maxwell said with panties hanging off his nose. "And you have pee in your underwear. It's gross."

Penny blushed and spit out Maxwell's ball. "Pee? Um-, sorry." Then she realized that Maxwell was enjoying that fact. She grinned, shaking her head in disbelief. "Do you li-i-ike pee or something? Gross!"

"Pee can be pretty good," Maxwell said casually. He licked her panties again. By then the only moisture in them was mostly his saliva. "Are you gonna suck my dick some more or what?"

The bear snickered. "You're not gonna pee in my mouth, are you?" Soft bear paws hefted Maxwell's balls, lifting them up until his taint could be seen. Penny was a brave girl with a hungry sexual appetite. She nosed under the chipmunk's nuts and let them rest on the bridge of her snout. The smell guided her to Maxwell's asshole and she gave it a singular lick. With it, she thought, [i]this is gro-o-oss. But it smells kinda nice. Maybe grown-ups aren't such weirdos.[/i]

Penny licked again and again. The drags of her tongue were firm. She had no finesse to offer here, her first rimjob being clumsy but eager. Maxwell hooked a leg over an armrest and huffed. He looped the girl's panties around his cock and started to masturbate with them, finding the silky rub of the fabric much more loving than his paw by itself.

"That's really good. Yeah. Keep doing that," Maxwell murmured, eyes closed, smile wide. So he had blown all his prospects in life and now he cleaned up after ungrateful brats in a depressing brick building. He could live with that as long as he had someone around who was willing to tongue his asshole. His anus winked against Penny's slurping tongue, its rim seeming to smooch her. As she licked it, it grew more flavorful with musk. His musky, sweaty smell excited the young bear and she began to masturbate, rubbing her clitoris with the pads of her fingers.

"Hey. So like," Maxwell said between gentle huffs, "I want to lick your pussy. I've never had it as young as yours. Your panties smell good. I want the real thing."

[i]Eat ass or get my pussy licked?[/i] wasn't a hard decision for Penny. She found she was enjoying eating ass, but getting her cunt tongued was the best thing ever. She dragged back her snout and wiped the grime of sweat off on the back of her arm as if it were barbecue sauce from a rack of ribs. Her eyes met his and a heinous smirk coalesced on her lips. "You wanna eat my pussy? Good, 'bout time!"

Penny bounced up with her boundless young energy. Her paws grabbed at Maxwell's cock, chasing off his paw, and then she grabbed her panties at opposite ends of the waistband. She flossed them over the head of his penis, giggling as she did, "Dick floss, dick flo-o-oss! Now my underwear are gonna smell like your gross dick."

"My asshole's gonna smell like your gross mouth," Maxwell said in the same childish cadence. He sat up in the chair and grabbed at Penny's girly body. He had touched her ass before. He went for her flat breasts now. As his thumbs strummed her pert brown nipples, he murmured, "You're so flat. I love how flat you are."

"Lots of guys do," crooned Penny as she pressed into his touch. Her sexuality was voracious and adult but her body was still young, still very easy to please. His attention to her nipples made her loins damp - ready for his tongue. "Are you gonna lick my pussy...?"

Maxwell slid forward and dropped off the chair. He caught himself, not wanting to land too firmly on the floor. Complaints from his elderly neighbors below right now could be disastrous.

"Duh," he said, pulling her closer by her hips. Her pelvis bumped his nose and he smelled her, taking a deep hit off her underage snatch. The girl's stink was timid even compared to the panties which had only a residual smell in them. Max pushed his nostrils more firmly into her and gave her a snuffle. Now he managed to suck a decent whiff off of her. A shudder passed though his body and he felt down her hips, along her taut legs and to her ankles. He said into her pussy, "You smell really good."

Penny grinned and rubbed on his round ears. Her short tail wiggled. "You should lick me instead of just smelling. I like being licked. 'Sides, you can just keep my panties and smell those whenever you want."

"Really? Thanks," Maxwell said. Having a souvenir sounded nice. He slurped up between the lips of her vulva, pulling his tongue across velvet pink. The flavor of her body was nowhere near as inoffensive as her scent. Maxwell thought she tasted as developed as the adult women he had been with in the past, older women like Mrs. Hale who often showed interest in his big behind. That Penny had the taste and to some degree the smell he was after made her seem all the more ideal to him. He leaned lower, pushed his muzzle in harder, tilted his head back to make the angle easier to work with. Firm slurps smeared slobber inside of her and stole away the coalescing honey of her wetness. He squeezed her ass cheeks, kneading them, thinking that in a few years she would have a nice, fat bear ass perfect for sitting on faces. Would he still be friends with her then? Would he even be interested in her once she started to grow tits?

The girl cooed and moaned, softly grinding on Maxwell with a big smile on her face and her golden eyes shut. She reached down and tweaked her clit, something boys tended to ignore. "Your tongue-," she breathed, "oh, your tongue's [i]nice,[/i] I like that a lot... I wanna be fucked too. Never mind my feet. Just fuck me, Max."

Maxwell's eyes flicked up to see Penny. Sexual delirium made his gaze foggy. A pedophile's hunger left his penis throbbing, oozing its natural lubricant on the floor. "S'too big," Max said, and then dug his tongue into the passage of her vagina. He did not do so for illustrative reasons but because he wanted to. The girl's cunt was snug, as to be expected, and he wondered if she was a virgin. That seemed unlikely and he hoped it wasn't the case. Vaginal blood was never fun regardless of the context. "Wa-a-ay too big."

"Everyone says that!" she scoffed, suddenly pushing him back by his head. "Is not! It'll fit, so fuck me!"

"It's too big and it's gonna hurt you," Maxwell explained, but at the same time he was pulling Penny down to the floor. Knowing she couldn't handle it and wanting to fuck her were mutually exclusive concepts to the chipmunk. He pulled apart her legs, noticing as he did that her legs were muscular and taut. She probably loved to dance just like she said she did. "So, uh, you ever been fucked before?" the chipmunk dully asked as he pressed his cock against her cuntlips. "You seem pretty tight."

Penny looked down the smooth plane of her body to see Maxwell's penis rubbing against her. She touched his cock, teasing its long length, thinking of how fat it was and how much it would gouge her. "Duh," she answered him, suddenly meeting his eyes. "I've been doing this since I was eight-and-a-half. And I've had bigger."

The chipmunk smiled. "Uh-huh. I don't know. I'm awfully big."

"Shut u-u-up and just do it," Penny demanded. "Come on!" She bucked against him, doing nothing but smearing her cuntlips against his meat. Wet warmth greeted the chipmunk's penis. "Fuck me-e-e."

"Fine, I'll fuck you, but you better not whine about it hurting." The chipmunk rubbed the girl's vulva, gently parting its lips with his fingers. His bare glans rubbed the pink of her pussy and he slowly, carefully pushed into her. As the plump inches of his cock cored open the too-small passage of the girl's vagina, he flicked his eyes up to observe her face.

Maxwell took pleasure in the lip-biting grimace on Penny's face. He was no sadist but he loved the influence he was having over her, and he loved the fact that she was tolerating the pain because she wanted him. One paw gripped his cock to brace it and he rubbed her belly with its twin, followed her smooth abdomen up to her chest where he again strummed her pert brown nipples. Like her breasts, they were also small and undeveloped. They did not yet have the tiny bumps that he knew as [i]tit-braille[/i] from a middle-aged vixen he used to regularly fuck. Just the same, their nubs were excitedly firm and as he tweaked them, Penny shivered.

The girl's toes which would now go unlicked curled and she squirmed against the threadbare carpeting of Maxwell's tiny living room. Tears sprouted in the corners of her eyes but her cheeks were red and her cunt hot and damp. Maxwell was the biggest she had ever had, at least inside of her pussy, but she didn't regret lying to him about that. The stretch was painful but it was good. [i]If babies can come out of these things,[/i] some adult part of her mind thought, [i]this 'munk dick isn't gonna hurt me too much.[/i]

The chipmunk's cock was buried halfway in the bear when he started to pull it back. Despite her wetness and the slobber caked on his meat, the drag was tremendous and Penny uttered a small whimper. Maxwell liked Penny and didn't want to see her in pain, but his mercy was at odds with his fetishistic love for seeing women react to his penis and its size. He pulled aside a cuntlip with his thumb and watched closely as his cock exited the vulgar pinkness nestled past the brown lips.

"I told you it was too big," the chipmunk said, failing to keep the pride out of his voice.

"Shut up, get it in, jerk," Penny demanded, speaking in a pained, strained voice someone might use when imploring the doctor to just get the shot done as quick as possible, get the pain out of the way immediately. She forced open her wet eyes and looked severely at Maxwell. Her young chest heaved, muscles under the not-yet-fatty flesh giving the barest impression of breasts. "Or are you a punk?"

Maxwell smiled. He pulled back to the glans, kept it inside, started to push in again. Now he moved harder, pushing it deeper into Penny, past the high-water mark around the middle of his cock. Around that time he stopped feeling the need to brace it and grabbed her by the thighs instead as if he planned to use her like a fleshlight. Watching her grimacing face, her glinting, perfect teeth, he said, "I'm gonna cum in you. I don't pull out. That better be okay."

"Guys who pull out are losers," Penny huffed, and forced a grin. Finally something they could easily agree on. "Fu-u-uck, Max... is it in yet? Gawd."

"Just about," Max said, looking at the two inches still sliding into Penny's overtaxed box. "You better not get blood on my carpet. Or my cock. I hate blood."

"Shut u-u-up," Penny groaned. "I haven't bled yet! N-, not since the first couple times anyway," she muttered. Maxwell slotted into her completely and she sprawled against the carpeted floor. The chipmunk's cock was big for a guy his size; gigantic for a girl her size. Laying cruciform with an overwhelmed look in her eyes, Penny said with disappointed realization, "Gawd, no way I can do horses..."

Maxwell started to fuck girl around her horse remark. Under him, she winced and hissed. Each time Maxwell pulled back and began to push in, he expected this to be the last straw. She would whine that she'd had enough and he needed to stop now, and that would be it. And if that happened, Max would have been okay with it. He figured she'd finish him off with her hands or her mouth (or maybe those adorable feet) and he could possibly lick her pussy, kiss it better. Maybe she'd just leave and he would jerk off with her panties. Whatever happened, he was content to let it unfold. But Penny never asked him to stop, and as the thrusts piled up, her little hitches and gasps of pain thinned out like the last rumbles of thunder after a violent storm. Her enjoyment was slow to come on but emphatic in its full realization. Before long she was cooing to him, pawing at his chest, whispering little sweet nothings.

"Good. Good," Penny cooed. She reached down and tweaked her clitoris, rubbing the hood and the button in equal measure. Her pussy felt like it had been gouged out with an ice cream scoop but the incredible, bloodless stretch was exciting to her. It told her she was one dick closer to taking some horse meat sometime, being able to do more than just let it fuck her thighs. Maybe after this, she would let her usual babysitter with his little boy-sized penis put it in her butthole. But for tonight, she was Maxwell's girl.

"Yeah. Good," Max said between soft huffs. He was surprised at how much endurance he had. The times he got pussy measured in the single digits per year and Penny was spectacular for numerous reasons he preferred not to consider, not least of all being her age and how repulsive that made this act. He draped himself over the girl in a smooth drop, putting paws on the carpet like he was going to do push-ups. The steady gyration of his hips continued unabated, in fact getting easier as the girl's loosened vagina put up less of a fight. Despite the training of her muscles, however, he could feel a new tightness beginning. This was a good tightness, a pleasurable one for her that had nothing to do with her age and size. It occurred the same time as her renewed crooning and whining. She pawed all over his body worshipfully, seeing him not as a slovenly custodian but a stud.

Penny looped her paws around the back of Max's neck and tugged him down. He knew what she wanted; he was ready for the kiss and their lips locked immediately. She slurped over and around his overbite, exploring his protruding chipmunk teeth with lurid interest for every aspect of his mouth. Her tongue slithered around the teeth and along the roof of his mouth while his own tongue snaked beneath hers, digging into her young maw, tasting his own asshole on her breath and lips. Put in a narcissistic frenzy at tasting himself so strongly on the little girl, Maxwell quickened the drive of his hips. His balls rubbed the carpet, his cock reaming the depths of her young cooch and filling the gap with precum.

Penny was not fertile but she was deeply receptive to everything Maxwell, Mr. Bigbutt himself, had to offer her. Her paws sluiced through his unwashed hair and her mouth sucked on his, delighting in the taboo feeling of a grown-up's tongue and teeth and gums grinding all along her own. She bucked against him, scooting her small round ass on the carpet and putting crescents in the pile like a tiny, strange snow angel. The tingling, sizzling sensation of a climax was right there and she could feel it. It was like a finger about to pop through a sheet of paper so wet and gossamer that it had no integrity left. She gnawed on Maxwell's maw, short tail wriggling, toes curling, pussy muscles clenching spasmodically as if she were having an extremely localized seizure.

Maxwell's plump, pink cock drilled deep into her over and over, every stroke of its piston-pump a long and fulfilling one. Maxwell knew how to use his dick, was not afraid to use it on a little girl, and Penny didn't think she could be any happier without suddenly dying of joy. Maybe he was grumpy Mr. Bigbutt at school, but here and now, Max was probably the best fuck she'd had in all her years of being a taut little honeypot. She bit his tongue and grumbled around it. Her every nerve felt alive as if a bolt of lightning had shot through her body. She felt thunder in her head and electricity in her loins. She was cumming and the sensation was as vulgar and overpowering as it was any other time it struck her. She bit harder on Max's tongue, drawing blood from it.

The chipmunk tensed, kept pounding even as years welled in his eyes. That oh-so-incredible little-girl tightness wrenching down on his meat was what he needed in his life and he was about to cum just like she had. His hips smashed into her small but astonishingly rugged loins like a sledgehammer coming down on condemned concrete. By all rights his adult loins should have been hurting her young cunt but she took it like she was made for it. Maxwell wondered if she was maybe an adult and she loved to pose as a school girl but it was a silly idea. Even in this state he thought about how absurd it was that she went to school every day. Nobody would keep cover that deep just to trap a pedophile, would they?

Maxwell shuddered and fell against Penny, spreading her thighs as wide as they'd go with his thick hips. Big balls snug, ass crack sweaty, cock pulsing like a migraine inside of the girl. Max's ropey semen surged into Penny's infertile body in five tremendous spurts, each marginally less in volume than the last. Every spurt came riding on a harsh, stimulating twitch of his cockflesh and therefore was met by Penny with an emphatic croon. She was still mired in the slobbering kiss with Maxwell, her teeth no longer biting. When she finally let him go, the bleeding had stopped and so had the ejaculation. His output was only a trickle now, the dregs of his balls like the grainy stuff at the bottom of the coffee pot that somehow slipped through even the finest filters.

All of Penny's quick sass had vanished with her climax and was suppressed still by her afterglow. She hugged Maxwell, huffing and shivering in equal measures. She heard thunder and flinched slightly, realizing it had not been imagined. Then she sheepishly grinned and kissed his cheek.

"Ooh, man, that was good," the young bear sighed. "Thanks, Max."

"Thanks to you, too," the chipmunk said tiredly, seeming content to snooze on her. "I really needed some nookie. Yours was good."

[i]"Good?"[/i] Penny asked, sneering. Her cheeks were hot and pink despite her reemerging wit.

The chipmunk smiled. He licked her neck. "Okay. Fine. Yours is the best pussy I've ever risked a prison sentence over. Better?"

"Totally," Penny said. "Now get o-o-off me! I need to pee and I want [i]pizza!"[/i]

Maxwell rolled off of her. When she asked where the toilet was, he elected to get up and show her. Then he watched as she urinated, and she didn't question his presence. She didn't even hesitate to start.

As she blotted herself, cleaning up not just urine but some of the semen drizzling out of her, Penny said, "Hey Max. Do you ever watch me pee at school?"

"No," the chipmunk answered. "I mean. I would if I could. Don't flush that, I need to pee too."

"Sure," Penny said, hopping off the pot. She politely pushed the lid up then stood beside the bowl, watching as Max stepped up. She smiled up at him, said, "I wanna see what the big deal is."

Unlike Penny, it took the chipmunk a moment to start. When he did the stream was thick and golden, a murky piss associated with poor hydration. The young bear wrinkled her nose at the smell but didn't move her eyes away. She leaned closer and the chipmunk tensed, but did not stop pissing. If she drank piss, he was pretty sure he'd say he loved her and there was a good chance he'd mean it.

When Max's stream was down to a dribble, Penny grabbed his flaccid penis before he could shake it. She gulped it up in her little mouth and suckled on it, slurping it clean. There was the kind of fishy taste of herself - she was used to tasting that - but something bitter too. She swallowed down perhaps half a teaspoon of pee before she pulled off of Max's now gleaming cock.

"Is that what pee tastes like?" she asked, smirking up at him. "What a weirdo. You like that stuff."

[i]At least she tried it,[/i] Maxwell thought as he flushed the toilet and followed her out.

She picked up a piece of pizza and walked over to the window, and there she watched the lighting flash in the clouds as she ate. There were no tall thunderheads tonight, the storm nothing but a blip on the radar. "This is a cool view, Max," she said with a mouth full of pizza. "Like, really cool. I'd love to live in a place like this."

The chipmunk pressed up behind Penny, paws on her shoulders, cock against her back. Her bathroom cleanup had started to excite him again but the erection was gone. He was too lazy to go twice in a row. "It gets old, trust me. And sometimes the elevator's out, so like, imagine seven flights of stairs when you just want to get your mail. It's lame."

"I guess, yeah," Penny muttered, again around a mouth full of pizza. She leaned back into Maxwell, tilted back her head as he tilted his down. She grinned and swallowed her bite of pizza. "I'm here for the rest of the night, you still want to lick my feet?"

"Yeah," Maxwell said. "You still gonna let me keep your panties?"

"Duh," Penny replied. "You got them smelling like your gross dick anyway."

"My gross dick that you sucked the pee off of," Maxwell shrewdly replied.

"Yeah, yeah." The bear giggled and pulled away from him. She walked over to the armchair and sat back in its seat. She splayed out her soft, flat feet which were fairly big for her size. "Get to work!"

Maxwell did so gladly. For at least one night, he wasn't so hung-up on his shitty life.