Hick breathed a long sigh of relief as he unlocked the door to his house and stepped inside. It had been a long day, and he'd had to stand around in the middle of the road directing traffic for far longer than he had expected or wanted to – the bulge he was packing in his pants tended to be so distracting that most drivers passing by would slow down to get a better look while he waved them past, and one cyclist had almost fallen over trying to admire him. Normally he wouldn't mind the attention, but when it was causing further traffic disruptions, it was just annoying.

Eager to get out of his police uniform, Hick didn't make it any further than the front hall before stripping down to just his white tank top and his spacious yet still heavily distended blue boxers. The gray fox stretched his arms over his head with a groan, loosening up his sore muscles, then left his belt and other gear on a side table before gathering up the rest of his uniform off the floor and heading for the basement to wash it. Tomorrow was another day, and another shift, and he'd have to be ready for it.

When he got to the basement door, his ears perked up, able to hear music from the other side of it. It was probably just his daughter... and it was his house, not hers, she could deal with him starting a load of laundry. Pushing the door handle down with his elbow, he made his way down the stairs with his armful of clothing, the pop music getting louder as he descended. The steps creaked on the way, announcing his arrival, and when he reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner he heard a "Hey, dad" greeting him. "You're home late."

Hick glanced over. His daughter Dott was sitting in the middle of the couch in the basement, and though the music was coming from the TV on the stand to the side, Dott's laptop was open on the table in front of the couch, probably streaming to the TV. His daughter looked mostly mousey like her mother, with a pink spot over her right eye, small in stature with white fur and large rounded ears. She'd inherited Hick's vulpine tail and had sharp teeth instead of a rodent's overbite, though her tail had a pink marking at the tip that she certainly hadn't gotten from him.

She was sitting with some friends of hers, presumably from college, all of them dressed casually in t-shirts and skirts of various lengths. On Dott's right was a doe, and on her left an ocelot whose eyes had gone wide at the sight of Hick coming in barely dressed. The third friend was sprawled on a nearby beanbag, and though the collie girl was slow to look over towards Hick, she immediately perked and sat up when she caught a glimpse of his boxers straining at their contents.

"Yeah, work kept me late again," Hick explained, casually walking over to the washing machine in the corner, subtly swaying his hips a bit as he walked to make his package wobble. If they wanted to check him out, he'd give them a show.

"Mom said to tell you there's leftovers in the fridge," Dott remarked casually.

"Thanks," Hick replied as he tossed his clothes into the washing machine along with a partial cup of detergent.

While he was setting the controls, he could hear the girls whispering among each other, his ears swiveling to listen in. "Oh my gosh, you weren't lying about how big he is!" "How do you not have like a dozen siblings?" "Your father is such a stud!" The comments brought a smirk to his muzzle, and his tail flicked behind him – something his daughter picked up on.

"You know it's rude to eavesdrop, dad," Dott chided him playfully.

Hick chuckled and pushed the button to start the washing machine before turning around, leaning on the washer casually with his hips pushed forward to flaunt his stretched boxers. "It's also rude to stare," he countered with a smirk.

"Who's not gonna stare at THAT?" Dott asked incredulously, gesturing to his bulge. "If you're going to be a tease then at least come over here and let us have some fun with you."

"Can you?" "Pleeeeeeeease?" "Yeah, come here!" the others all chimed in together.

Hick grinned widely. Dott certainly knew how to offer him a good time. Humming as if in thought, he reached down and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, starting to push them down slowly. "Forgot something," he declared as he gradually revealed his leg-thick pink cock hanging over the front of the sack hanging down just past his knees. The girls gave appreciative gasps, and he casually kicked his boxers up into the air, snatched them with one hand, and turned to lift up the lid of the washing machine to toss them in, leaving him bottomless.

"Well, I need to stay down here to move the laundry over later," he remarked casually as he strode over to the couch with them. "Mind making some room for me, girls?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the doe hopped up and out of her seat, waving for him to take it. Squeezing in between them and the table, he couldn't quite avoid swinging his heavy sack against the collie's face as she leaned in for a closer look, but she didn't seem to mind at all, falling back onto the beanbag with a groan. He took the vacated seat on the couch, his legs spread wide, letting his hefty balls hang over the edge of the cushion, his dick twitching a bit as he settled in and let them admire him – even Dott, who couldn't resist eyeing up her father's manhood.

"Does he get even bigger when he's hard?" the ocelot whispered to Dott.

"Want to find out?" Dott asked rhetorically, leaning over and sliding both hands around Hick's cock, lifting it up and stroking it with long motions.

Hick grinned and leaned back, putting both hands behind his head. "Enjoy yourselves, ladies, touch all you like," he invited them, and it was an invitation they gladly accepted. The collie all but threw herself off the beanbag to get in front of him, her hips pushing the table away to make space so she could kneel and press her hands and face into his sack. The ocelot got up to save the laptop, putting it over by the TV, and the doe joined in by bending over to kiss the tip of Hick's stiffening cock. The moment the ocelot returned she leaned past Dott to push her soft hands against the top of his closest testicle, massaging it.

It was bliss for Hick as all four of them worshipped him, and it didn't take long for his arousal to grow to full strength, Dott's friends all staring in astonishment as his shaft got even longer and thicker than it was flaccid. "Woooooooow," the doe said, starry-eyed and fixated on his thick glans, "Dott, have you ever...?"

"Duh! Of course I have!" Dott answered with a devious grin, leaning against her father's side as he smirked. "Look at this monster! Did you think there was any way I wouldn't be all over it?"

Hick chuckled and leaned towards her a little. "Why don't you give them a demonstration?" he teased.

"I'd rather let them try you out, I can bounce on your dick any night," Dott playfully fired back. "But now that you mention it..."

Dott slid her hands up to the end of Hick's cock, and he raised an eyebrow, curious what she was planning. The other three shifted back to get a better view, though the collie only moved away after giving his sack a long, wet parting lick. Hick's daughter slid her hand over Hick's cockhead, making him shiver and groan from the touch to the sensitive flesh, and Dott used her other hand to try and hold his immense, throbbing cock steady.

"You've got to be stretchy to take this thing," she told the others, "But here's a secret, dad's pretty stretchy himself..."

She demonstrated the fact by pressing her fingertips against his urethra and then slipping them in with relative ease, making Hick buck his hips, which only sank more of her digits into the end of his shaft. "No way!" the ocelot exclaimed in awe as the other two just stared.

"Yes way," Dott insisted, standing up from the couch for a better angle, pushing the table further out of the way with one foot. Able to stand directly in front of her father now, Dott worked her fingers further into his cock, wiggling them around to make him squirm, her digits visibly deforming his shaft from the inside.

She was far from done, though, pulling her thumb close to her hand to get that in as well. Hick gave another groan as she pushed her hand in past the wrist with a wet slurping sound, some precum spilling out around her lower arm. "How deep can you get it?" the doe asked as she watched.

"Just watch," Dott replied. She curled her fingers into a fist and continued to slide more of her arm down Hick's shaft, her hand making a visible bulge in his urethra as it descended. The ocelot reached over and touched Dott's fist curiously, and Dott made a show of stopping, pulling her arm back, then shoving it in deeper still, going past her elbow. More precum spilled out past her arm and onto the basement floor as she fisted Hick's thick rod, and though she encountered more resistance deeper in she still got all the way to her shoulder, his bulbous cockhead pushing the sleeve of her t-shirt upward.

"I want to try!" the doe suddenly blurted out.

"Heh, be my guest." Dott pulled out quickly with a loud, wet 'schlorp' as her arm escaped the confines of Hick's length, leaving her arm glistening and dripping with preseed. "Is that fine with you, dad?"

Between his heavy breaths, he flashed them both a grin and a nod. "By all means."

Dott stepped aside to let the doe take her place, standing directly in front of Hick and rolling her t-shirt sleeve up around her shoulder. Her left hand held Hick's throbbing manhood just beneath the crown of his glans and she balled the right into a fist, positioning it at his tip where his urethra was still opened slightly after Dott's fisting of it. "Like this?" the doe asked as she started pushing in, her fist soon swallowed up by Hick's cockhead.

"Nngh!" Hick groaned in pleasure through gritted teeth, his toes curling.

"Yeah, like that," Dott remarked with a smirk. "Go deeper, he can take it."

Emboldened, the doe worked her fist deeper into Hick's cock, twisting her wrist as she did to rub her hand against the inside walls. Hick shivered on the sofa and more precum splurted out around her arm, providing plenty of slickness, and she pushed in faster and deeper than Dott had gone. It wasn't until she had fully sunk her arm into his dick that she pulled it back up and started to pump it in and out, her tiny tail wagging back and forth as she did.

"He's so warm... and it keeps clenching around me!" she exclaimed as she fisted him more eagerly, pulling out globs of precum every time she moved her arm back. "And there's so much pre..." she added, her arm completely covered in it, more of the clear fluid rolling down the underside of his shaft each time she tugged her arm back.

Hick's eyes were crossed as he stared up at the ceiling in a daze, his arms out to his sides to grip the couch tightly. He could feel himself getting close, but the sensation was too much for him to give any kind of warning as the doe kept pumping her arm in and out, her fist traveling almost the entire interior length of his cock...

By the time he gave a heavier, shuddering groan, it was too late to warn her. She suddenly felt an intense pressure within his shaft forcing her arm out, and she gave a cry of surprise as her fist was pushed out amidst a thick wave of jizz that splattered all across her front. Knocked off-balance, she fell onto her ass, and Dott 'helpfully' grabbed onto his dick to aim it at her friend so that the rest of his load covered the doe and formed a puddle around her on the floor as thick, hot, goopy ropes of jizz splashed onto her one after another.

"Hooooooly fuck," the ocelot exclaimed, still in her seat next to Hick.

"Wooooooow," the collie added, her tail wagging in a blur.

Hick panted for breath heavily in the wake of his climax, opening his eyes and looking at the mess he had made. The doe was still in a daze, dripping from head to toe, but she didn't seem to mind at all. "Um, can I use the washing machine when you're done with it, mister?" she asked, looking down at herself.

"Heh, of course," Hick agreed, exhaling deeply.

"So, who's next?" Dott asked the other two, hefting her father's throbbing, leaking dick. "Dad's always up for a second round."

"Me! Me!" both of the other two shouted at once, leaning forward.

"How about you, then?" Hick cut in, reaching over with one arm and grabbing the ocelot, pulling her against his side. Turning his head to the collie, he gave her a wink. "I'll save you for last, how about that?"

"Fiiiiine," the collie conceded while the ocelot squealed with glee. She was already stripping off her clothes and tossing them over the back of the couch, revealing a decently athletic body covered by short orange, black and white fur.

"You're gonna save ME for last," Dott insisted, wagging a finger at her father. "Don't think I'm gonna let my friends get dicked and not ride you once they've gone home."

"Of course, sweetie," Hick promised with a smirk.

Once she was naked but for her socks, the ocelot stood up on the couch and moved herself over Hick's lap, sitting down so that his half-hard cock was between her thighs. She began teasing him to get him back to full mast, rubbing her thighs and one hand along his cock as her other hand held herself steady. The collie crawled forward to help too, taking up her previous position at his sack, cupping it with both hands. With the ocelot also grinding her wet pussy down against the top of the fox's dick, it didn't take long for him to be ready again, his spire of flesh throbbing in between her legs and against her loins.

"Hey, can you lift me...?" she started to ask Hick with a gesture, and he obliged, grabbing her by the hips and getting a good hold on her before raising her upwards. "Yep, just like-!" she began, interrupted again when Hick settled her against the end of his cock and started pulling her down, sinking his cock into her hot, wet snatch. Her mouth opened wide as she moaned out from each inch disappearing into her folds, a bulge appearing in her belly well before he fully sleeved himself inside of her.

Hick leaned forward as he adjusted his grip on her, holding her by the wrists instead of her waist; he'd gotten riled up enough to overcome his tiredness, and he was just as eager as her. "Sit tight," he growled into her ear, reaching out with his legs and wrapping them around the collie to push her upper body against his ballsack, "It's time to take you for a ride."

"Oooh, dommy dad, I love to see it," Dott quipped with a grin as she watched the scene unfold.

"Your dad is sooooooo hot," the cum-dripping doe agreed.

Hick rolled his hips forwards sharply, shoving the ocelot from behind and bouncing her on his lap, only to pull her backwards with both hands and ram his cock into her fully once again. "Oh, fuuuuck!" she moaned out as he thrusted again, her tits bouncing with the motion as well, her tongue hanging from her mouth already as Hick pounded away at her pussy as hard as he could, holding nothing back. The collie dutifully continued worshipping his sack with her hands and mouth, but his attention was almost entirely on the ocelot, feeling her wet vaginal walls gliding across his throbbing shaft as he bounced her forward and yanked her back over and over.

The ocelot kept moaning out, her cries of pleasure interrupted each time he pulled her back, her eyes rolled back as she reveled in the hard pounding he was giving her. Between all his precum and her plentiful pussy juices, it was easy to drive deep into her every time, and Hick growled louder as he unleashed his pent up frustrations of the day by fucking her with the hardest thrusts he could manage, her belly showing a clear outline of his cock.

This time he gave a warning: "Get ready, I'm gonna fill you up!" but she only gave a louder moan in response. Her climax hit her moments before his began, her toes curling and her hands clenching as she yowled in orgasmic pleasure, her walls fluttering around his shaft as she squirted messily onto the top of his churning balls. It was enough to push him over the edge with her, and he howled out in pleasure as he came hard, his sack pulling upwards out of the collie's hands as he started to unload.

Huge blasts of cum erupted into her, flooding her womb immediately and bloating out her belly around the bulge of his cock, swelling her outwards in bursts every time he fired another gout of jizz into her. She moaned even louder, squirming in his grasp, and he kept her sat firmly in his lap throughout his climax, over-filling her with more and more cum even after some of it splurted back out around his cock and drenched his lap with hot gooey seed.

Both Hick and the ocelot panted for breath afterwards, but he wasn't going to leave it at that. Looking down towards the collie, Hick smirked and began, "You're next. I want you-"

He was interrupted by a loud buzzing sound from the washing machine before it suddenly went quiet. "...to move my laundry over to the dryer for me," he told her, before lowering his voice to a husky whisper. "Then bend over the machine so I can rail you senseless..."

She nodded eagerly and scrambled to her feet. He wouldn't mind more long shifts at work if he got to unwind like THIS afterwards...
