The front door had only just snicked shut when Penny straddled Dusty's lap. She smooched the jackal and sweetly asked, "You been as excited for this as me?" "Goddamn right, I been," drawled the jackal. His work-toughened paws gripped the little girl's hips. He kissed her throat then smelled the crook where neck met shoulder. Penny's scent was delicate and girly but there was an undertone of sweat. "You played hard today. I can sniff it on ya." "Oh yeah, I got all [i]smelly[/i] for you, butt-huffer," growled Penny. Her grin was adult like the lust in her eyes, a sharp contrast with her body which was young and smooth. She pulled up her butterfly-print t-shirt. Her nipples were stiff and pert and she offered them to Dusty. The jackal stole a lick across her chest, tongue slobbering against the grain, scooping the fur into a wet stripe. Then he nibbled her neck and huffed into her delicate flesh. His own smell was fairly heady, hidden under a thin coat of spray-on deodorant. "As if you ain't a butt-huffer too, little girl. Seem to recall a ten-year-old matching your description just about sucking the sweat right out of my ass crack with her sniffer." He cracked a grin at her. His slightly yellowed teeth glinted like aged knives. "Ya wanna be coy or do you wanna cut right to the good shit?" "The good shit, duh." Penny backed out of his lap and yanked her clothes off with eagerness Dusty appreciated; he had no need for a show. Even though they had all night, he loved to get to the [i]good shit,[/i] as he called it. The jackal moved off the couch and knelt in front of her. His paws cupped her butt on its taut brown cheeks. He made the girl coo, then giggle. He kissed her smooth chest and dragged his tongue over the nipple he had earlier ignored. Its stiff flesh was strummed by his tongue, a tiny vibration, but one her tender young nerves felt acutely. She hugged his head and growled to him, "Ooh, you are su-u-uch a child molester, mister Dusty." Dusty snickered. He pulled apart Penny's ass cheeks, allowing cool air rush over her anus. In went his hot fingers, both index digits meeting on the rim and pushing it, tugging at it, stretching its tiny balloon knot into an oblong star. "Listen now, you little shit, I ain't just some panel van kiddie-diddler. You're the [i]only[/i] jailbait I fuck, and that's the honest-to-god truth." Penny grinned. She kneaded Dusty's ears and purposefully dug her fingers down into the tender cones. The sublime pleasure which entered his expression was enough to make her giggle; she loved seeing all the guys she fucked in the various stages of pleasure. "Mmm, I believe it, but only 'cause I [i]wanna[/i] believe it..." The redneck jackal smiled. He kissed gently between her nipples. "Penny," he tutted, "shut that bitchy yap and turn around, would ya?" She obliged with a huff, but she grinned when her back faced him. Dusty was a fun asshole. She loved him. He didn't condescend and he was never coy. He was there to fuck her and that was that. She pulled apart the cheeks of her ass and showed him the tight pink ring of her anus. Sweat dribbled and musk emanated from her crack. "Gawd, not bad enough you're a pedophile, but you're a pee-drinking ass-sniffer, too. What a weird fuck." "Yep," Dusty said, succinctly confessing to all of her charges. He pushed his nostrils into the bud of her anus and sucked a deep snort off its ring. Young ursine musk crashed into his sinuses. One toot of Penny's little ass was better than any line he'd ever snorted. His paws curled possessively about her thighs and slid down her legs. "Y'know, Penny, your stink's got this special quality I ain't gettin' from other asses. Earthy and hot and kinda-, kinda [i]tart,[/i] of all things. You got a nice stank." The bear wriggled her butt and in the process ground her pucker on his nose. Dusty snorted it hard and hungry, his tail slapping the couch, dander drifting into the air like mushroom spores. "Whatever you say, weirdo," she scoffed. "Are you gonna fu-u-uck me," she sneered, "or are you just gonna be a limp-dick crack-snacker?" Dusty's fingers trailed up into her crotch, each calloused pad leaving a streak against the grain of her fur. Then his rough fingerpads tickled her young snatch, pulled at the lips, eased them apart. The difference in textures between his digits and her labia was like the difference between sandpaper and silk. "I'm gonna, ya little cunt," the jackal murmured. He smelled her pucker again, sucking so hard with his nostrils that he formed a brief seal against it. Then he rocked back on his knees and unbuckled his belt. Upon hearing the distinctive clink of Dusty's belt buckle, Penny turned on her heel and knelt in front of him. Her fingers interfered with his, getting in the way of him opening his fly. "Come o-o-on, get the dick out for me," she cooed, her grin wide. "Fuck you and your shit-eatin' grin, quit bein' a pest," the jackal growled, grinning back at her. He swatted her paws away and grabbed her shoulders. First he smacked a wet kiss on her lips, then he shoved her onto her back. She landed with a bump in the carpet and her legs drifted apart, pink pussy bared to the smelly jackal. "Well [i]fi-i-ine,[/i] I won't touch you at all then!" Penny scoffed, and folded her arms across her smooth chest. "How's [i]that?"[/i] Dusty shimmed out of his jeans and kicked them off. The musky, tangy stench of his anal musk and the stale sweat on his crotch were unleashed like the smell of fish escaping a tin of sardines. Penny covered her nose and feigned a gag. "Oh, shut up, you," the jackal snickered. He scratched his ass, his asshole in particular, and then jammed his fingers into the girl's face. Penny squealed and shrieked, thrashed and bucked, but Dusty pinched her nose with his smelly digits. "Smell it! Smell me!" "I am, it's gross!" Penny grunted. She shoved his arm away and glared at him, but she couldn't keep herself from grinning. "You stink, jerk!" "Then why do you like it so much?" Dusty asked, smiling. "Because I guess I'm gross too," the girl said in a pout. "You gonna fuck me now or [i]what?"[/i] He held her thighs and eased them further apart. He then pulled her in closer and gripped his cock. It was a thick, red, knotted affair and it dribbled precum copiously, leaving wet spots in the carpet. The jackal touched it to the folds of her pussy, then hesitated. "Sure you can handle it?" Penny shivered. Dusty's precum warmed her soft, young box. She touched his penis haltingly. "Yeah. Mhm. I've been playing with this other boy, he's knotted too." She blushed and looked away. "He even knotted my butthole." "And here I thought you were savin' your shitcutter for our wedding night," Dusty scoffed. He pushed slowly inside of the girl. Penny's young vagina gripped him defiantly but its walls were as slick as they were hot. The girl was ready for him. "Mmm. How'd you'd like it, having it in your butt? Hurts, don't it?" "Not as much as I thought it wou-u-uld," the girl sighed. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and fiddled with her nipples. She rubbed them in slow, symmetrical circles. "I am [i]not[/i] in a rush to do it again though." Dusty laughed a hearty, sweet laugh and leaned low so he could smooch the girl. Her smell was thick on his muzzle. "Yeah," he cooed, still pushing into her - already halfway inside, but still so much to go. "Yeah, takin' it in the butt the first few times is rough. Heck, I don't even know what a girl gets out of it. No prostate. I bet it's just painful and smelly." The bear sneered. Her paws cupped Dusty's ears, then yanked them. Over the jackal's yelp, she said, "Shut up about it then!" "Okay! Uncle, uncle!" Dusty whined. But he was still smiling, and he gave her another gentle kiss. "Shee-i-i-it, there's something to this whole little-girl-pussy thing... tightest goddamn hole I ever been in." "I sure am," Penny proudly, tartly replied. She squeezed Dusty's round buttocks, pulled him in as his knot came to rest on her pussylips. "I want [i]this,"[/i] she bucked against his knot, "inside me when we're done!" "Well I [i]guess[/i] if ya just [i]gotta[/i] have it, I'll take one for the team and knot ya." Dusty nuzzled and necked with the girl as he started his rhythm. He was slow and considerate, but the girl frequently hissed words, told him to hurry it up and that she wasn't made of glass. So Dusty sped it up and before long, he had what he believed was a pretty good rhythm going. Below him, Penny cooed and writhed. She masturbated by fingering her clitoris though Dusty's knot kept pushing on it in its taut pink hood. She kissed him and gnawed his neck and chin. "The knot thing hurts, but I kinda like it." Quickly she added, "Inside of my pussy, anyway." "I'll oblige you," drawled the jackal. His pumps were forceful and steady. Toned mechanic muscles gave Dusty a fair share of endurance; he never trembled or gave out early in bed. He peppered her face with smooches between huffs, and Penny just as often peppered him right back. Her paws felt around his greasy, sweaty body and Dusty said, "You keep touchin' me like that, you're gonna have to start paying the same toll everybody else does." Penny giggled. Her paws groped his buttocks; she loved his ass cheeks. "Discount for kids?" she suggested. "And seniors," Dusty said, thinking of an old, gay wolf he spent time with now and then. "Y'ever think it's [i]we-e-eird[/i] that I had my dick up your brother's poopchute?" "Oh shut up!" Penny groaned. She pulled his ears again. Dusty yelped, but he was giggling. "You dork!" Dusty hunkered over Penny. His back bunched up and his hips heaved as if he was trying to drive nails with his pelvis. Each time his knot came home, it smacked into the tight young folds of Penny's cunt. It seemed like it was impossible for so much fat red flesh to sink into such a small girl but the lips were already beginning to spread. The girl writhed. She moaned and bared herself, and for her trouble received love bites from the passionate jackal. Dusty's dorkiness had been forgiven and forgotten. She whimpered to him, "Gonna make me cum, get it inside me, please. Ple-e-ease." The jackal's breathing grew steadily more hoarse in proportion to the growing viciousness of his thrusts. He bit her neck and came perilously close to opening little bloody wounds he would have had to explain to Mr. and Mrs. Mardas later that night. With far fewer reservations, his knot assaulted her delicate labia, bruising them, smashing them open like a battering ram in a siege. Penny's toned legs curled around his back as far as they could go, her feet nearly touching. She whined for him. She cried out and then she came, squirting for Dusty, making a musky mess of his loins but he was not finished yet. He kept going against the muscles of her vagina which seemed to be wrenching down, trying to stop him. The girl whimpered and squirmed and kissed with Dusty. She forced a kiss on him, forced both of them to breathe desperately through their noses as their mouths gulped together and their tongues tangled up into a slippery knot. Another, much more pressing slippery knot rammed past the folds of Penny's cunt and the girl locked up as if her power had been cut. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes but she held on tight to Dusty and she moaned into the kiss. Dusty's body shook and trembled. Fresh sweat rolled off of him and oozed into Penny's soft brown coat, making her reek of the jackal. His cock throbbed mightily inside of her. She was so snug that every twitch of his meat felt like a massive effort. Finally Dusty came. As he shot his thick, masculine slop into her, he brayed into the kiss and shoved his tongue nearly down her throat. Penny thrashed beneath him. Semen escaped around the plug of the knot and leaked into the carpet. It wouldn't be the first or last time Penny had cleaned cum out of the living room carpet. The jackal broke off the kiss panting, gasping in air the way a parched traveler drinks water. He shuddered, buzzing with pleasure, exulted and ashamed into ambivalence. Ropes of saliva bridged his maw to hers, falling away quickly and leaving the little girl with a bib of slobber. Penny sprawled beneath Dusty and groaned. "Oh-, oh fuck, that knot is [i]big.[/i] This other boy-..." "Not so big?" Dusty asked, prideful but panting. "Not at [i]all,"[/i] Penny huffed. "Ooh... ow." She pawed at the nude jackal. Her fingers felt around his swampy armpits. "Let's, um, let's order dinner now. Sex makes me hungry." "Me too," Dusty said, and patted his somewhat doughy gut. "But [i]after[/i] the knot comes out. I don't want this to be the one time the pizza shows up in ten minutes." "Yeah. Ah, yeah, let's wait," Penny agreed, sounding very tired. "Mm. Lean down here. Cuddle me-e-e." Dusty leaned low. He did not rest on her but held himself up with his elbows. He cuddled Penny and shared his sweat and stink with her.