A cigar was how Greg liked to start his day and end it. The grandfather clock said nine PM. A vinyl on the record player filled his den with mellow jazz. A glass of scotch, neat. He took a sip, savored its smooth burn. Breathed in the cigar and savored its smoke much the same way. A low, rumbling noise of pleasure rose in his burly chest. It was, as ever, a lonesome night with his husband away, but Greg had a few numbers to call if he needed company; and if he decided to masturbate instead, he had a lifetime of lurid memories to draw on. He looked out the window of his den, watched the clouds flicker across the sky. Summer thunderstorms seemed to come every night. Greg didn't mind them; the noise of thunder was good company. In his decades, Greg had learned to appreciate the free shows that were thunderstorms.

He reached over and turned off his lamp. The living room and den were still not fully dark; can lights above the fully-stocked bar gave the room an intimate glow. Combined with the haze of the smoke, his well-decorated home brought to mind old restaurants and bars, back when the world had class.

The record came to an end and the player turned itself off. Greg closed his eyes, relaxed in his lounge, sighed. The old, hairy boar sat naked in his home, as was his prerogative and his pleasure at his age. His scrotum dangled low, the gonads inside giving weight like a pair of ripe old fruits, sack entirely covered in wiry gray pubes, sweat gleaming in the follicles all over his burly body. He set aside his drink and caressed his chest, which was more stout than chubby. He twiddled the black barbells piercing his nipples and shivered.

A knock at the door startled Greg. Good news never came at night. Grumbling, he put his cigar down in his glass ashtray. He slid on his robe - he hadn't showered since the morning before but he enjoyed the feeling of a terrycloth robe when relaxing - and answered the door. Before he could speak a word, he saw a child peering up at him, smiling. Greg couldn't help himself. He smiled back.

"Something I can do for you, little girl?"

"Maybe," the little girl - a young brown bear - said casually. "Are you Greg?"

"That I am."

The bear grinned. "Then yeah. You can do something for me. Start by letting me in before it rains."

Greg chuckled. He started to close the door. "Go around to the garage. Put your bicycle away, why don't you?"

"Oh, I don't really care about it," the girl said.

"Fine and well, sweetie, but I don't want people to see a pink bicycle outside my front door." He winked, then shut the door.

Greg went into the attached garage and rolled up the door. The bear, waiting nearby, walked her bike inside but simply dumped it on the floor, not bothering with the kick stand. Greg chuckled, said, "You don't take good care of your toys, huh?"

The girl shrugged. Her dark hair bobbed. "It's just a bike. Paint's already screwed up, anyway."

Greg shrugged too. He rolled the door back down. Rain was just beginning to patter on the ground. Overhead, a florescent fixture cast cool blue light into the garage. Even under such an unflattering glow, the bear was pretty, delicate. Greg, no stranger to girls young and old, slid a calloused hand over her shoulder. He asked her, "And what can I call you, little girl? I'm guessing you're either one of Desmond's or Chrissie's friends."

She smiled up at him. Without hesitating she reached between the folds of his robe. Slid her paws over his gut, over his loins, clutched his sheath in one paw and his balls in the other. "I'm Penny," she said, absently. "Holy shit, your balls are [i]huge.[/i] Desmond wasn't kidding."

The boar chuckled warmly. "Good to know my boy's been talking me up." He shifted on his hoofed feet, producing a dull scraping noise. "How about we head inside, Penny? That is unless the smell of oil dry does it for you."

Penny snickered. Just the way she met his eyes and grinned told him she was the aggressor when it came to Desmond. As diffident as the foxcoon had been, this wasn't a surprise to Greg.

"Sure." The little bear turned and started for the door without guidance. Greg watched her long, brown legs work under her skirt. He couldn't tell if she was wearing any panties under it or not. She glanced back at him and said, "Desmond told me you tore up his ass."

She went into the kitchen, Greg following closely. He shut the door at his back; the old and responsible homeowner in him cringed at the idea of trying to cool the whole garage off. He said, stepping over to his den, "That's true. Yes. I [i]did[/i] fuck that fox until I was satisfied. And [i]he[/i] was satisfied, too."

Penny looked around the living room and den, but without the typical energy he expected from a child. She seemed to be barely interested. Her eyes kept coming back to him and his open robe. She said coolly, "His butthole was nice and swollen. I kissed it better for him." She smirked at Greg, who grinned back. "I could smell you on him, too."

Greg picked up his cigar. It was still smoldering. He puffed it, savored its smoke, and then exhaled toward the air conditioner's return register. He said calmly, "I'd be surprised if that boy [i]didn't[/i] smell like me. I was all over him, he was all over me. Poor kid was in desperate need of a strong male presence."

The little bear pressed close to Greg. She nuzzled into his belly, growled luridly. She slid her paws under his robe and cupped his big, soft ass cheeks. She marveled, "God, you're big and sweaty... Desmond said you were hot."

He stroked over her head, appreciating her smooth locks. Softly, "And am I?"

"What, hot?" She grinned. "Yeah. I guess so. I've never been with an old guy."

The bluntness coaxed a laugh out of Greg. He toyed with her soft, somewhat curly hair, fingered her silver butterfly hair clip. "Now you listen here, little girl, I might be old but I've got a thing or two to teach smartasses like you."

Penny grinned up at him. All of her teeth were flawless. Greg could see plainly the good grooming and breeding the bear came from. She dressed like any other little girl her age - and he guessed she was nine, maybe ten - but the details told him she came from well-to-do parents. Greg caressed her cheek and wondered what the catalyst was that made a cute little girl so aggressively horny.

"I bet you do, being so [i]old,"[/i] Penny teased. Her small paws kneaded Greg's ass cheeks. The wiry pubes bristling from his crack and peppering his cheeks scraped under her fingers. She grumbled, "Your ass is really hairy, dude."

Greg puffed his cigar, tasted its smoke, and exhaled. This time he didn't bother breathing it toward the return register. He let it hang in the air. After a moment Penny asked, "That stink you or the cigar?"

The boar snorted. "Both." He rubbed the back of her head, and for a moment wondered how different life would have been had he adopted a child of his own, or had one through a surrogate. He said softly, "You're such a pretty little thing."

"Yeah, yeah," Penny said, but she grinned and blushed at his compliment. She eyed his cigar and asked, "Can I try that?"

Greg suppressed a smile. "Maybe. You know how to smoke? You're pretty young..."

Penny rolled her eyes. "I don't smoke! I just want to try, sheesh."

The boar ruffled Penny's hair. He walked with her, stopped in his den, and slipped out of his robe before seating himself. After another puff, he asked her, "Just how badly do you want to try this, little girl?"

She shook her head incredulously. "Gawd. Are you really gonna try that on me? Did Desmond tell you [i]anything[/i] about me?"

Greg chuckled. "He might have mentioned a leggy little sexpot of a bear he babysits. As far as the details, well, I told my boy I'd rather find out for myself than hear his tall tales." He gently tamped off the plug of ash at the end of his cigar. "I'm starting to get the picture, though." Greg sat back, and his chair creaked softly. With a sigh he let one chubby leg out, then the other, and his hefty scrotum dangled over the edge of the seat as it typically did.

He said around his cigar, "So let's deal, Penny. You want to taste this fine cigar, and I want to taste what's under that cute skirt."

The bear slipped in between Greg's spread legs. She smiled, not in the devious way Greg had begun to expect but as a sweet young child. The contrast was in her paws, which cupped his genitals: balls in one paw, sheath in the other. Her honey-gold eyes remained fixed to his as she fondled him, cooing as she did, "I bet you're hung to your knee."

"Pretty damn close," Greg growled, smoke wafting out of his maw. "And I'll bet your pussy is tighter than Desmond's asshole was."

Now her smile turned to the grin Greg expected. "Dunno if anybody's compared us. I bet I can still drain your balls better than he did." She knelt, nuzzled into Greg's hairy loins, snuffled his rich musk. A shudder, whorish and loud, passed her young lips. "Gawd, you smell amazing..." Her nose bumped the orifice of his sheath in which the glint of his penis piercing shone. Again she snuffled him, sucking a deep hit off of his sheath. She swabbed her tongue inside of it, tasted his greasy pink flesh. Then she mouthed his sheath, slobbered it, sucked the fleshy tube and nuzzled back into the coarse gray jungle of his pubic hair.

Greg set aside his cigar and let it peter out in the ashtray. He lifted a leg, hooked it over its respective armrest. "You like the smell of my cock, do you?" he asked, more observation than question. "Try my asshole. Your foxcoon thought it was spectacular."

Penny cupped Greg's balls. They were massive, but especially so in her young and feminine fingers. She bumped her broad nose nowhere special into their mass and snuffled them, cooed at the musky odor, dragged her tongue through his bristling pubes. "I'll get to your butt," she sighed. "I'm still checking these bad boys out."

The boar smiled. "It's nice to see a young person who enjoys the finer things in life."

She snorted. "Finer things like what? Hairy nuts?"

"Well, yes," Greg plainly answered. "You'd be surprised how many people are just out for some cock."

Penny climbed up into Greg's chair. She rested on his belly, kissed his lips. Greg didn't hesitate to kiss her back, and he slid his tongue past her sticky lips. "Mm, well, ya know," Penny said close to his maw, "I do [i]love[/i] cock..."

The old boar ran a hand down her back. He felt under her skirt, cupped her bottom. She had panties on, soft and thin and tight on her round cheeks. Gently, "And I've got plenty of it for you, sweetheart." He kissed her again, just a shallow peck which she returned with a coo. "And I'll have you know that while I intend to savor every inch of your cute body, this boar happens to have a taste for pussy."

She grinned, nose to nose with him. "Desmond told me you eat some wild ass, too."

Greg found her grin infectious. He ended up returning it as he felt under her panties from the waistline. His burly hand encompassed all of her right ass cheek and he kneaded it softly. Soft fur and baby fat gave under his squeeze, dimpling around his digits; the child whined a moan and nibbled his jawline.

"I do enjoy snacking on a little ass now and then," the boar spoke close to a round, flitting ear. His fingers slid into her ass crack where a dew of sweat moistened the fur. A calloused fingertip touched her anus, small and hot and pink. Penny shivered for him and spread herself out on his hairy bulk. Greg, in his off hand, cupped the back of her head sweetly. "Like how these big, rough hands feel, little girl?"

"Sure do," Penny sighed. She kissed all over Greg's face, licked his tusks, bumped her nose to his. "Desmond says you made him cum without even touching his dick... you seem awful gentle for a guy who fucks that hard."

"Time and place for everything, you little peach," Greg tutted. "Right now I'm just cuddling a cutiepie bear. Sizing her up. Smelling her hair." He winked. "Once it's time to throw down, don't you worry - I'll fuck your brains out."

Penny grinned, but blushed too. She pecked his lips then braced her paws on his shoulders. She pushed herself up until she was straddling his belly. "Yeah, well, I'm not here for nonstop foreplay. I wanna fuck."

Greg chuckled, "What are you, nine?"

"Ten!"

"Ten, then. You've got your whole life ahead of you, don't be so impatient."

The small bear patted Greg's chest. [i]"I[/i] might be young, but you could die any second, old man. I want to get plowed before your heart stops beating."

Penny and Greg exchanged devious grins. He liked the wicked little bear. "All right, [i]fine.[/i] Guess you make a fair point, girl."

Greg took his hand out of her panties and she climbed off of him. As he sat up, she peeled up her t-shirt and exposed her slim, smooth body to him; no breasts marred her little chest, only pert nipples. The boar watched, obviously interested, as she unbuttoned her ruffled skirt. She did most of this without flair, but when she lowered her panties she turned away from him and slid them down slowly, doubling over as she did, perking out her small brown ass.

"Good lord," Greg huffed. "Second best ass I've seen this week."

The girl straightened and glared. "Only the second?"

He winked at her and wriggled his fingers, showing his wedding band. "My husband's always going to be number one. Don't take it too badly. You're still above Desmond."

Penny's expression softened. The nude girl pressed against Greg who sat at the edge of his chair. "Okay, I guess I'm fine with that."

The boar stroked her back slowly. In his other hand he picked up his cigar, still barely lit, and puffed life into it. "Mm, now then," Greg said around the cigar, "I believe you wanted to try this."

"Yeah, gimme," Penny said.

He explained briefly how to smoke a cigar. Most importantly he warned her not to inhale like it was a cigarette, even if she hadn't smoked one before. "The pleasure is just tasting the smoke," he told her as he handed it off.

Penny considered it for a moment. She took its wet end into her maw, and to Greg she looked pretty silly with such a big cigar in her small mouth. She puffed it, in the process puffing out her cheeks; and then she inhaled anyway and started to sputter. She held the cigar clumsily and Greg gently patted her back.

"Want to call it quits, sweetheart?"

"Let me try it again," Penny said between lessening coughs.

Greg watched, smiling slightly, as Penny gave it another go. This time she seemed to have a better idea of what to do. She still puffed out her cheeks but didn't inhale this time, and the smoke rolled thickly out of her maw.

As the child smoked, Greg unabashedly fondled her. It was impossible to resist her perfect young form and he made no effort. His burly fingers caressed her small chest, twiddled pert brown nipples, traced the subtle lines of bone under her flesh. He felt his way down to her navel where she proved ticklish; she giggled softly at the brush of his fingertips.

He asked, "And how do you like it now, princess?"

She took it out of her maw, tasted the smoke a moment, then exhaled. "It's something. I like it more than beer, anyway." She grinned sheepishly and offered it to him. He took it back and smoked it himself. "If I'm gonna suck on something, I'd rather it be your prick."

"Well, by all means," the boar said, and winked. "I'm only too happy to oblige a sweetheart like yourself."

Penny smacked a kiss on his hairy cheek, loud and wet. Then she knelt before his chair, paws on his knees, eyes on his groin. She growled, said, "Fuck, your balls are gigantic. I can't get over it. I bet you cum like a horse."

Greg cupped his sheath and played with himself, kneading the plump and hairy tube. He felt down its bore with a finger and teased his hidden penis. As he fluffed, he said in his most scholarly voice, "I'll have you know, little girl, that nobody can outperform a boar when it comes to baby batter. Just you wait until you see - you're gonna have trouble swallowing it all."

The bear snickered as if to dismiss the warning. She brushed his hand away from his sheath and took over his fluffing. Already his penis was halfway free: thick, greasy with precum, a piercing in its blunt glans of two rounded prongs pointed downward. Precum dribbled from it constantly; Penny lapped it up a few times and shuddered at the bitter taste.

"Like it?" Greg asked, softly. His set down his cigar; the ash needed to be knocked off, and the cigar as a whole was almost exhausted on top of that. He'd save the next one for after he came.

"Yeah," she cooed. She took him into her mouth with a soft moan.

She was tight like he expected her to be, and her big pink tongue was a treat as it slurped and curled around his musky meat. He laid a hand gently on her head, exhaled, closed his eyes. "Atta girl," he said. "Suck me off. I always go longer the second time around - I want all the endurance I can muster when I have a swing at that pussy."

She looked at him from the tops of her eyes. Her maw was too full to smile, but it was in her gaze; Greg smiled back and winked at her. "You little girls always look so damn cute gulping on my prick."

Penny closed her eyes and bobbed into Greg's lap. She snuffled at his masculine musk, pawed at his coarse pubic hair to stir it up and release the scent. Slobber leaked from her overfilled maw, dribbling down her chin and chest; some of the boar's copious precum had blended into Penny's thick drool. Her bobs were punctuated by wet gulps and suckles, and occasionally she cooed a moan for him.

The old boar shifted on his chair. It wasn't a rocker but he tilted it with his weight anyway, pushing and pulling his big, pierced cock in and out of her sloppy mouth. He said lowly, "Just give me a little pinch or something if I get going too hard, princess."

"Mhm," Penny murmured around a mouth full of cock. But it didn't seem like she minded Greg's slow grind; she fondled his balls, sliding her fingers all over their hairy, swampy flesh.

It had been several days since Greg last came. He preferred not to masturbate; sex came often enough that he was rarely in a drought. It did tend to leave him with a hair trigger for the first shot, but Greg rarely came only once in a night. He said to the little bear, holding her head now in both hands, "Gonna go harder. Can you swallow cock, sweetheart?"

"Muh-uh," Penny answered, looking up at him again.

Greg smiled. "All right. I'm not gonna force you to learn, don't worry." He stroked over her head, smoothed back her ears, and he kept fucking her maw at his leisurely pace. Like a big and hairy pendulum, his scrotum swung slightly toward her neck and chest. Her saliva and his precum made the hair glint and mat.

Penny's paws slid over his sack, his sheath, his muscular yet fatty thighs. Greg's fat and musky form excited the girl. She peered up at him, lust in her eyes as well as need. Greg couldn't help but smile at her, and he said in a fatherly voice tinged with strain, "Daddy's got a treat coming for his little princess. You'd better swallow all of it, too. Don't want a mess on the rug."

The boar saw the pleasurable glaze in her eyes; he loved to see it in all his partners when they were completely invested in his musk and his flavor. Her eyes closed, but her features had an almost serene quality. She fondled his balls, feeling over their messy bulk, little fingers seeming to worship the heavy gonads within. Then she felt up their sturdy cords and into his taint, where finally she touched the sweaty bud of his anus. He tensed it, huffed from his nostrils, licked his tusks. "That's it, you just touch me wherever you want to," he said, voice breathy with pleasure. "And you get ready to gulp it down."

Greg expected a bold explorer like Penny to finger his ass, and he waited for it with no small amount of anticipation, but she only traced the rim, felt expertly over its wrinkles with a blunt claw. Then her finger was dragging in the surrounding hair, stirring up trapped anal musk, adding to the rich bouquet of cigar smoke of well-aged boar stink which permeated the den. Greg worked a little harder, resisting the urge to fuck her throat. Sweat was breaking out all over his burly form; he said tightly, "Damn, here it comes."

He held fast to her head when he came. His orgasm was almost explosive in power. His rich white slop gushed into her mouth. She groaned like the preteen whore she was as she gulped it down. Great mouthfuls of boar cum slid down her throat, always followed by another gulp; Greg just kept unloading, kept shooting into her mouth. He expected to look down and see a bib of his cum plastered to her flat chest but when he finally stopped and let the child go, he was surprised to see only slobber in her fur on and on the floor. "Good lord, Penny," he said in a breathy laugh. "You're a pro."

Penny fell back on her ass, gasping but grinning with the scent of cum thick on her breath. "Ho-o-oly fuck, man," she blurted. She was eyeing his cock, still hard and pulsing in the open air, sucked so dry that not even the dregs of an orgasm leaked from it. "I've [i]never[/i] swallowed that much cum before." The girl rubbed her belly, still as smooth as ever. "Gawd... I actually feel full from that."

Greg reclined in his chair, breathing hard but grinning wide. He eyed his saliva-caked phallus and said, "I'm very impressed. Honestly. I was just picking on you about the rug, honey. This poor thing's been stained more than I can count."

The girl got up on her shaky legs. Greg saw the wetness staining her thighs; his scent had that effect on girls. She climbed into his lap, rested against his sweaty, smelly bulk and nuzzled up to his chin. "I didn't wanna waste it either way," she cooed. "You taste so fucking good."

Such adult language from a child made Greg chuckle and shake his head, but he wasn't about to reprimand her, not when he was being pretty naughty for an adult. He hugged her close and kissed her on the lips. "High praise from a discerning cub like you, I'll bet."

"Damn right it is," she said with a grin. As if she was in afterglow herself, she cuddled close to Greg and sighed. They both lost track of time as they rested together in the boar's chair, listening to the rain patter and the growing menace of thunder outside.

After a while, Penny pecked a kiss onto Greg's lips, and the boar kissed back. Their tongues swabbed, then tangled; Greg didn't mind tasting his own semen on the girl's lips. He was proud of his virility. When the kiss broke and they locked gazes, the hairy boar asked her, "Want to join me in bed, little girl?"

"Duh. You still gotta fuck me."

He winked. "Indeed I do." Greg held her securely in one arm, hooking it under her bottom, and she hugged his neck. He stood and carried her upstairs while she kissed his cheek and his neck, chaining kiss wherever she liked. As they neared the bedroom door, he said softly, "You're very affectionate. It's nice."

Greg laid the girl on his bed gently, as if she were his bride. As she splayed for him, hiding nothing, she said, "I can be nice sometimes. I'm not [i]always[/i] a dom."

Greg snorted. "You're a dom, huh?"

The little bear watched as Greg rifled through his dresser. She was studying his wide, hairy ass. Remembering that she'd been touching his asshole, she smelled her fingers subtly and was pleased to find some of his rich anal scent was still on them. "Mm, yeah, that's the word for someone who's always in control, right? You think someone like Desmond bosses me around?"

He had to laugh at that. "Okay. I'll give you that one. Nice kid, that Desmond, but not what I'd call assertive." Greg pushed in the drawer and returned to the bed holding a bottle of lube. It was a brand Penny had never seen before; the tube said it was fisting lube.

"Ummm. You're hot and all, but you're [i]not[/i] fisting me," Penny firmly said.

"Of course I'm not," Greg snorted. "But this is the slickest stuff I've got, and from the looks of that little pink slit between your legs, I'm gonna need all the help I can get."

Penny giggled and spread the folds of her sex, baring the pink just beyond. "Yeah, I'm pretty tight," she sighed. "I hear I taste nice, too."

"That so?" asked the boar with a jaunty smile. He knelt on the bed, set aside the lube, and took one of Penny's delicate thighs in hand. He bumped his nostrils to her spread cunt and drew a lazy hit off of it. A shudder passed through his body and he said in a lurid rumble, "I'll say this much, the smell is pretty damn good."

The bear grinned. "You like the smell of little girl pussy? You some kinda weirdo?"

"The weirdest," Greg said dryly, but with a smile. On his knees and elbows, he took over spreading her lips with his thumbs. It seemed unlikely that his burly cock would fit inside of such a tight little hole, but decades of experience told him that first impressions tended to deceive. He closed his eyes as he mouthed her young peach, huffing humid breath across the whole of her loins and wedging his tongue into the snug hole of her vagina.

Penny crooned an eager moan at his mouthing. She stroked over his head and rubbed his ears, felt his beard and the bridge of his short snout. Greg savored the girlish softness of her touch, and he grumbled contentedly in answer to her stroking. Slowly but thoroughly, like a bear slurping out the gooey prize in a honeycomb, Greg raked his thick tongue inside of her. He slurped the roof of her vagina, dragged his tongue across the tender nerve cluster of her g-spot, and in response the child gasped and squeezed his head in her thighs.

"Oh, fuck, dude," Penny whimpered. "Gawd..."

"Feels good, I know," Greg said into her box. He lapped again, slid his tongue deeper into her pussy. Though she was prepubescent, her flavor and scent struck him as quite womanly. With no need to hold her cunt's lips apart, he felt over her slender belly and chest instead, calloused fingers twiddling nipples and roaming the great flatness where breasts would one day sprout.

The little girl wrapped her strong legs around Greg's head. Her paws met with his hands, cupped them, held them intimately atop her chest. She said with none of her typical slyness, "You're so good at eating pussy, man."

Greg couldn't help but smile at the praise. He peered up at her and found himself loving the contrasts of her face; the needy, adult lust on her young and lovely features. He pushed his tongue hard into the roof of her pussy, tweaking her g-spot again. Some women offered him diminishing returns, but Penny squealed for him and squeezed his tongue. She was cringing with pleasure and Greg had an idea what her oh-face might look like.

"Fuh-, fuck dude," she bleated. "Your tongue feels good. [i]So[/i] fucking good."

The boar suckled all of her pussy in his wide maw. She squirmed, shuddered, squeezed his hands in her fingers. Greg doubled down on his suckles, popping his lips free to let off some pressure before going back in. The noise was wet and sharp, sounding more like fellatio than cunnilingus, but the girl's gasping was unmistakable.

"Du-u-ude," she groaned, arching her back and pouting out her smooth chest, "I wanna be fucked, come o-o-on...!"

Greg thought of keeping it up until she came. He knew she was about to. It was more than just her moaning and her body language; it was her flavor, her scent. Like an old bloodhound, he knew what he was sniffing for. And he knew if he did, she'd be ready to go again soon, ready for some cock, but when a little girl pleaded with him he had trouble denying her. He popped his mouth off of her slobbery twat and she gasped, squirmed as blood rushed to her suckled loins. For a few seconds he thought she was going to cum anyway as she writhed and arched and mewled as if possessed. Slowly, as gradually as falling mercury in a thermometer, she began to calm.

The boar nestled up next to her, pulled her against his sturdy bulk, and kissed her with his musky lips. "You all right, little girl?"

"Yeah, I feel great," Penny shuddered. She nuzzled into Greg's neck, then into the wiry triangle that was his chest hair. "Fuck, dude... you eat some crazy pussy."

Greg chuckled. He patted her bottom. "I eat some wild ass, too. Ask your foxcoon next time you wrangle him."

Penny managed a snicker at that. Her loins were still throbbing; the smell of her musk was present, if mild compared to Greg's well-aged miasma. "Speaking of ass, I could go for a quick snack if you wanted me to, y'know," she licked her lips, "warm you up some."

Unlike a good number of men his age, Greg never needed warming up; he got erections as easily and frequently as a twenty-year-old. Even then, the old boar wasn't about to turn down a rimjob. He pecked her between the eyes and said in a fatherly voice, "Of course you can have some ass, princess."

He rolled onto his side, near the edge of the bed. Penny knelt behind his broad ass and groped the cheeks, fondled him. She watched without much interest as he took a cigar from a box on the nightstand and lit it. She snickered, "Aw, man. The smell of that thing is gonna cover up the smell of your ass."

The boar chuckled, then had a puff. "On the contrary, little girl. I think a good cigar enhances those bodily smells you love so much."

"Oh, sure," Penny muttered, smirking. She leaned over Greg and pecked a kiss on his cheek, and then she was behind him again. Her paws roamed the chubby hemispheres of his ass. She marveled, "God, your ass is nice."

"Sure is," Greg said around his cigar.

She pried apart his cheeks and, without shame or hesitation, crammed her muzzle between them. Greg flinched when her nose kissed up to his asshole, and he clenched sharply, but when the girl started to snuffle him he gradually relaxed. A smile spread across his face and he exhaled rich smoke. "I think I said this before, Penny, but it's very reassuring to meet youngsters who appreciate the fine things in life. Like musky ass."

"Mhm," murmured Penny. She snorted Greg's ass hard, harder than even Desmond had, the boar believed. The boar's scent was so much stronger and richer than that of almost any other man she'd smelled; already wet, her pussy throbbed as she drank in the old boar's anal scent. She slobbered across his rim, covering it in her drool, tugging at its edges and raking through the hair which surrounded it. "Fuck, holy fuck," she breathed into his ass, but his fat cheeks swallowed her words.

Greg closed his eyes and savored his cigar. Cigars complemented all enjoyable activities: drinking, lounging, movies, sex. Especially sex, he thought, clutching it in his teeth. He reached down and palmed his swollen cock. Felt around the piercing, twiddled it slightly, made himself shudder. Eating Penny had gotten him hard, but Penny eating him made him leak. He smeared the precum all around his cock, and he murmured around his cigar, "Don't think you just have to lick the outside. If you want to get your tongue in there, or even fingerfuck this big, old boar, well," he chuckled, "help yourself, little bear."

Penny smacked her lips on the boar's musky rim. She suckled it just the way he had suckled on her cunt; Greg moaned softly, then said to the bear, "That's it, princess. Put those pretty lips to work."

She popped her lips free and Greg's anus throbbed. For a moment she suckled again, and as she did so she reached between the old boar's thighs. The big, hairy sack that was Greg's scrotum was impossible to miss; she cupped it, rolled the gonads within. The boar obligingly lifted his leg somewhat, and he said to the lusty child, "Let those paws go wherever they wanna go, sweetie."

Again she popped her lips off of Greg's asshole and the boar sharply groaned. Precum jetted from his cock. Almost delirious on heady boar musk, the girl growled, "Your ass is amazing." She nosed his pucker, which now glinted with drool, and prodded it with her tongue. Slowly, fighting the tight ring of muscle, Penny worked her tongue inside of him. The deep, shuddering moan Greg emitted perked up her ears.

"Goodness, sweetheart," Greg sighed. "You're an ass-eating champ."

Penny snickered into the boar's fat ass. She hugged his broad behind in one arm, basically hanging off of it. She raked her tongue into him, swabbed at his tight anal flesh and sampled his scent all the while. By the time she pulled back her tongue, both she and the boar were huffing. Wetness dripped from her pussy and precum leaked incessantly from his penis.

The little bear draped herself over his shoulder and smooched him with musky lips. Greg took the cigar out of his maw - it was almost burned down anyway, and so he set it in the ashtray - and kissed her back. Their snouts meshed, teeth bumping, tongues entangling like vines growing out of control. Greg grumbled for Penny and she grumbled right back to him. Suddenly the bear slipped two fingers into the boar's asshole; the difference between their sizes and the vast amounts of drool made the entry painless. Greg found himself blushing, and he escaped the kiss with a laugh that was almost bashful.

"Goddamn, princess," he laughed. "You really don't mess around, do you?"

"Nope," Penny growled, grinning.

Greg grinned back. He nuzzled with her and his beard made a dry scraping sound on her fur. "You're definitely a dom. I believe it."

Penny snickered as she pumped her fingers in the boar's tight ass. Her stubby tuft of a tail wriggled as she did so. She said close to Greg's ear, "I might be, but I still want you to fuck my brains out, dude."

The old boar closed his eyes and panted as the girl had her way with him. He held his cock, not tugging it but squeezing it, wishing to save his seed for the child. Thunder quaked the house, made the window tremble in its frame, but Greg and Penny both were too focused on one another to notice. He huffed, "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, Penny, no worries there..."

"Yeah, you'd [i]better,[/i] mister," Penny growled. She nibbled Greg's ear, then chained a few kisses along his bearded cheek. After a moment she tugged her fingers free of his asshole, leaving his anus throbbing slightly; Greg gasped at the sudden exit, slight as her fingers were.

Greg chuckled warmly. As he shifted and knelt on the bed, he said, "I might just let you take the reigns sometime. Been an awfully long time since a woman bossed me around, let alone one who doesn't have titties yet."

Penny grinned. She stood up on the bed, putting herself just above Greg's height. Her paws cupped his face and she bent and pecked a smooch on his lips, one which was shallow and brief, but their tongues momentarily caressed. "Su-u-ure," she cooed. "I get bored busting only Desmond's nuts."

The boar grinned, but he was blushing too. "You're just a party, aren't you, Penny?" He slid a tough hand up her thigh and cupped her immature pussy. She shivered at his touch. "But right now, you're mine, little bear. Get down and perk that butt up."

She obliged, but not without commentary. "Oh yeah, you gonna fuck my butt?"

"Nope," Greg said. He spread her ass cheeks nevertheless and parked his snout between them. Her cunt had been delicately tasty; her asshole had a better musk to it. He snuffled her sharply, making piggish noises one would expect from a boar. He sighed into the crack and said, "Good lord, but what a [i]fine[/i] ass you have, child."

"Better believe it," Penny snickered. "Now c'mon, you can play with my butt later..."

"Oh, so needy," Greg said, feigning exasperation. He had a big smile on his face. He took the tube of lube in his rough fingers and started to drizzle it on his cock, which still was exceptionally hard, glinting with a sheen of its own precum. Distant lightning flickered in the window, barely overpowering the bedside reading light for a moment. Greg gave the storm only a moment's consideration; he was far more interested in Penny.

After his cock was properly greased, Greg touched his pierced glans to the fold of Penny's cuntlips. "Lemme help," Penny cooed, and spread her folds with her digits. As Greg touched the bare pink of her pussy, she shivered to him, "God, you're big."

"Hence the lube," Greg chuckled. "I don't think you'll need to know this, but just in case it gets to be too much - just ask me to stop, and I will. No questions asked."

Greg expected impatience, but instead she looked back at him and smiled. "Okay." Greg couldn't help but smile back. He leaned over her and stole a quick kiss.

The boar's entry into Penny was cautiously slow and marked by the child's low, needful moans. He grinned, getting pleasure both from the tight heat of her box and the noises she made. The elasticity of the little girl was shocking; she showed no signs of pain, only pleasure. She mewled to him, "Fuck, that piercing feels [i]amazing..."[/i]

"First time with a pierced man?" Greg asked warmly, sounding almost fatherly. He clutched her small hips, vanishing them under his big hands. Half of his cock was buried in the bear. The rest was slowly sliding inside.

"Ummm, I can't remember," she said, and then giggled. "But it feels really good, so, whatever."

Greg grinned. "That's the consensus. Your foxcoon sure loved it in his ass."

Penny snorted. "Desmond loves anything in his ass." She wriggled her butt back into his slow push, looked back at him, and met his cool blue gaze with her honey-gold stare. "I'm not made of glass, dude," she deadpanned.

The boar chuckled. "I know, but dammit, I just want to treat a little doll like you like she's made of porcelain."

Greg's hips bumped Penny's rear. His pubes bristled against her soft brown fur, cock jetting precum inside of her taut and humid vagina. He murmured, "All right, now. Gonna fuck you, little girl."

"Do it, do-o-o it," Penny urged, already bunching the sheet in her fists.

"Hm, hold on, forgetting something important," the boar murmured.

"Wha-a-at? Come on, dude, fuck me already," whined Penny, pushing against the boar though his hips were flush with her ass.

Greg snorted a laugh at her impatience. He took a fresh cigar from the box on the nightstand and lit up. Penny groaned, "Oh, are you fucking [i]serious,[/i] dude?"

"Goddamn right I'm serious," said Greg, puffing his cigar. He dropped the lighter, hunched over the girl, and with his cigar clutched in his teeth, started at once to rut the child. She gasped at his first pull; squealed when he drove it back in. His piercing's smooth edges dragged over deep pink vaginal flesh, shooting jolts of pleasure up the girl's spine. Hands on either side of the child, gut bumping her back, he pounded her like a dog. Around his cigar he snorted, "Too hard for you, princess?"

Penny took the words as the challenge Greg meant them to be. Despite her gasping, her almost shrill squealing, she grinned savagely. "Fuck no!" she snapped. "Harder, daddy."

"Ooh, daddy, huh?" Greg asked, and felt a flush of pride. "That's right. That's my good little girl, you love your daddy, don't you?" Greg's size belied his speed. His hips slapped her little brown ass, spanked it, made its baby fat wobble. His nuts were like a big hairy wrecking ball swinging up between her splayed thighs, pubes occasionally tickling her as they rushed past. He puffed his cigar, blew its rich smoke across her head. Instead of coughing she seemed to drink it down, and Greg's love for Penny grew.

"Fu-u-uck," Penny whimpered, "fuck, du-u-ude, you're gonna wallow me the fuck [i]out."[/i] The initiative was all Greg's, but still Penny couldn't be passive. She pushed against his vicious thrusts, and she bleated when Greg's cock stabbed its way into her, "Fuck, I need that dick deeper, that feels [i]good."[/i]

Greg took out his cigar. Casually, even as his hips smacked at her ass, he tamped off the ash. He didn't even need to look at the ashtray. "Deeper, huh? Any deeper and it's gonna come out that dirty mouth of yours," he chuckled. "Naughty little kid. Daddy's gonna have to spank you, maybe even wash that mouth out with some soap."

"Shut up," Penny growled, grinning. "I'll wash [i]your[/i] mouth out..."

The big boar leaned so low that he eclipsed the girl. He smacked a smoky kiss on her cheek, grumbled, and said, "Sassy little thing. I love that."

Greg went on and on coring out the little bear. The thick and slippery lube helped his cock glide inside of her, but the tightness of her young cunt milked him. He alternated between puffing his cigar and peppering her neck and cheek with his kisses. The boar mouthed her ear, pinched it softly until she whined; and he growled around it, "Daddy's gonna fill you up, little girl. You ready for that, huh?"

"Yes, [i]yes,"[/i] bleated Penny, trembling and squealing. "I-I feel like I got shock collars on my arms and legs, I'm made of fucking jelly," she said shakily. "God, daddy, I'm gonna cum so hard."

"You can cum for daddy, I won't mind it one bit," Greg said, voice both a fatherly coo and a lurid rumble. His hips crashed into her rump. She was bruised, painfully tender as if a paddle had been taken to her ass; but still Penny pushed back, savoring that pain and the pleasure both. Greg mouthed his cigar, and his freed hand caressed her slim chest. The boar loved to have his nipples played with, a pleasure he gave now to Penny when he twiddled and tweaked her pert nubs.

A deep, lusty groan shook Greg's chest, and seemed to quake his whole body. He bit his cigar and huffed out a maw full of smoke. "Damn," he puffed, tail whipping hard. "Here comes the money shot, princess."

Even with the warning, Penny was hardly prepared. She was so shaky and vulnerable that when Greg's fat, pierced meat really started to twitch and throb, she came almost immediately. Grimacing from the pleasure and the pain such a big dick gave her, she squirted and her vaginal muscles gripped and kneaded the boar's member. Her juices coated his cock, which the lube already generously greased, and what escaped moistened his hairy balls as if they were a bib for his cock. She burbled inarticulately, tongue hanging from her maw, panting.

"Ah, fuck! That's daddy's girl!" Greg groaned around the cigar, strain in his voice as he started to shoot. His second orgasm was just as voluminous as his first, and this time it seemed even bigger to Penny when it rapidly overfilled her cunt. Almost immediately his cum started to leak around his cock, soaking his groin, smearing across her thighs, even making it onto her ass cheeks and into her crack. The boar thought about overfilling a pastry, watching the cream escape from any place it could, and the idea made him laugh softly.

"Ooh-, fuck, fuck, [i]fuck,"[/i] Penny whimpered. "Can't-, can't stay up anymore," she mumbled, and dropped onto her belly, warbling with pleasure.

Greg remained above her, still buried inside of her, but after a moment slid his burly cock free of her sex. He laid its still-turgid length on her bottom as cum drooled from its pierced head. He took out his cigar to say, with much relief, [i]"That[/i] was a good orgasm. Good for you too, princess?"

"Fuck yeah," Penny sighed.

The old boar chuckled at her sleepy, but emphatic agreement. He set aside the cigar, then laid with her. Although exhausted, Penny was happy to cuddle him. She nuzzled into his neck, his beard bristling against the top of her head.

"Mmm, you were so-o-o good, dude," she cooed.

Greg smiled. He could go again, he could always go again, but for the moment he believed he was satisfied. Rain washed against the window and fingers of lightning prickled through the blinds and curtains. It was no matter to Greg. He caressed the young, perfect bear from her shoulder blades to her sticky behind, and he planted a kiss in her dark, sweaty hair. "So were you, princess. So were you."