After the peace of his tutor’s piano lounge, Luc’s little ears recoiled in discomfort against the screeching of the train station, the grinding of steel against steel carving a painful song against his eardrums. His nose twitched against the scent of petrol and bodies. With an uncomfortable shuffle, the golden-furred fox kit pulled a pair of earphones from a pocket in his shorts, and carefully fixed them in place, washing away and suppressing the pain and chaos of the busy station.

Closing his eyes and sinking into the uncomfortable metal chair, Luc tried to drift away into the gentle jazz playing from his phone. The smooth, delicate piano played gently through his mind, smoothing over the rough edges of his surroundings. It had been a tough session with his piano tutor, and the cub was uncomfortably flexing his fingers, shaking out the strains of the day’s labour.

As he stretched, he felt a sudden warmth against his right side, a gentle new pressure. Opening his eyes, he saw a woman had taken up residence in the seat next to him, a pushchair with child in tow, long rabbit ears flopping with exhaustion down her white shoulders. As her perfume wafted over Luc’s nose, he felt a warm prickle spread across his body, another note in the comforting song against the chaos of the station. Subconsciously, his soft form relaxed further into the new weight against him, unnoticed by his new companion.

It didn’t take long, with the combined white noise of the station and the kind comforts of the music and perfume, for Luc to slip into a lazy, ethereal sleep. The rabbit lady almost didn’t notice as she attended her own child, rocking him gently in his chair and cooing softly, but after a moment, the weight of the kit began to press more closely, more intimately against her as Luc slipped deeper into unconsciousness. She glanced over, eyeing him over with a warm smile. She didn’t have the heart to wake him, and opted to relax against his warmth, almost tickling the boundaries of a hug. It had been a while since she’d felt the press of someone who wasn’t her own child against herself, and she didn’t even notice the moisture subconsciously beginning to form around her soft lower lips.

Soon however, the warm abyss of this moment would have to be shattered, as the train back to the village screeched noisily on to the platform. The exodus of passengers both leaving and boarding began. The rabbit delicately nudged the kit, pulling him up from his comfortable oblivion. “Hm, mmf?” muttered the boy in a daze. “Come on, sweety. I think this might be your train,” cooed the rabbit, her ears twitching affectionately. Luc suddenly realised his posture, and righted himself with a start, leaving the soft warmth of this stranger for the harsh open air. “I, uh, s-sorry miss!” he stammered, still half-asleep.

“No need to apologise, hun. Come on, before the train leaves without us!” chuckled the rabbit, offering her arm for support as she stood, which Luc gratefully took. The urgency of the situation suddenly struck the pair as the train’s horn bellowed noisily against the concrete walls. In a sudden hurry, they both ran up to the train, jumping on board as the doors gave a dispassionate beep, and began to slide shut. Collapsing into a table seat and lifting her child from the pushchair into her arms, the rabbit nodded to the chairs opposite her. “Come on. I got you a seat, make yourself comfy!”

Luc sank gratefully into the cushioned chair. “Uh, thanks… and sorry again.” “Honestly, it’s not the first time, don’t worry about it!” smiled the bunny, absent-mindedly lifting her baby and releasing her breast from her summer dress, the child readily latching on and beginning to suckle. Luc caught himself before he could stare at the strange sight, feeling a strange warmth flow across his body. “I’m Sophie, and this is Maisy” grinned the rabbit, adjusting herself in her seat. “Oh, uh… I’m Luc,” said the puppy, grey-tipped ears perking with interest.

The two new friends began to chat, wiling away the usually dull train journey. Sophie explained that she was coming back from picking up Maisy at daycare, after a day of pampering at a nearby salon (hence the wafts of pleasing perfume). Luc reciprocated; despite having the usual caution towards strangers that most cubs do, there was something comforting and motherly about Sophie. Maybe it was how tired he was, maybe it was the cuddle he’d accidentally stolen during his nap, or maybe it was the exposed fur of her bosom as she breast-fed her baby. Whatever it was, Luc opened up, and told Sophie about his piano lessons with his tutor, Jacques.

“Oh, I know Jacques! I took lessons with the old bear back in my day, too!” exclaimed Sophie, surprised at this unusual connection she had with the kit. “Oh, you play too?” grinned Luc, flexing his wrists instinctively. “Oh, not for a while, but I’ve got an old upright piano back at my place. I play occasionally, but usually only when I drink,” chuckled Sophie. “There’s something about the sound that always makes me happy when I’m a little bit tipsy. How long have you been learning?”

“Oh… uh, only a few months now, but Jacques says I’m getting really good. I’m not sure if he’s being honest, though,” Luc smiled enthusiastically. “Hey, any praise from that old man is high praise indeed, especially after so little time. How old are you, again?” asked Sophie. “Oh, I’m twelve,” replied Luc shyly.

“Twelve! Kid, if you’re already impressing Jacques, I’m sure you’re gonna do great!” chuckled the bunny, grinning widely and patting Luc on the shoulder roughly, knocking his glasses slightly askew. “I only learned to play scaled properly a couple years ago, and I’m thirty-two now!”

As they laughed, they almost didn’t notice the harsh whine of the train’s brakes as it pulled in to the village platform. “Oh god, we’re here! Quick, quick, quick!” flapped the flustered bunny, who quickly unfolded the pushchair and placed Maisy down with rushed care. The pair hopped quickly off the train, laughing and shoving playfully. Suddenly, a gasp. Luc stared up at Sophie in fright, who’s eyes had widened with terror as she patted her body down in panic. “Oh god, I left my bag on the train! Shit!”

A look of steel swept over Luc’s face. Spinning on a heel, the golden kit leapt back on to the train with surprising grace, and ran back to their seat. Turning the wrong way by mistake, he was answered with a terrorized squeal from a stranger as he accidentally grabbed the wrong bag (to which he replied with a hurried, sincere apology) before turning the right way and snatching up the bag from the chair Sophie had occupied. Hearing the engines begin to grind with throttle, his pace quickened. He heard the beep of the doors as they began to close. With a blind, adrenaline-fueled leap, he jumped from the plane, rolling on to the hard platform with a thud, and landing in a heap at Sophie’s feet just as the automated doors shut with a click.

“Oh my goodness, you angel! Oh you poor thing, let me help you up!” With panicked motherly energy, the white bunny lifted Luc’s scrambled form from the ground and dusted him off with great, sweeping gestures. Luc felt dizzy, and the attention brought the warmth tingling back to his little body. He noticed he was grinning goofily as he stared into Sophie’s big, soft grey eyes. She really was very pretty, with perfectly soft white fur all over. A hint of chubbyness plumped out her cheeks and hips, her floral summer dress flowing pleasingly around her ankles. He didn’t understand it yet, but under his shorts, Luc’s penis tickled with arousal.

“Bless your heart, it’s just a handbag, you silly boy! You could have gotten hurt, or lost, or god knows what!” exclaimed Sophie, concern flushing her cheeks with pink. “I-it’s ok!” stammered Luc, adrenaline still pounding in his veins, passing back Sophie’s bag.

“Nonsense. That was very silly of you,” muttered Sophie, resentfully taking the bag with one hand, the other probing and checking Luc all over for scratches and dirt. “Augh, you’ve got a cut right there,” she tutted in a motherly tone, Luc hissing slightly against the sting as her hand. “Come on. My place is around the corner. I’ve got some anti-septic cream and some band-aids, we are getting you fixed up, young man!”

For a moment, the young boy hesitated. This person was still a stranger, and he knew he shouldn’t really go with her. That’s what he’d been told. Yet, the idea of getting to spend time with his new friend roused a frisson of curiosity within him. Along with that, the thought of bending the rules and going with a stranger… another twang of adrenaline slipped through his body, tingling in his fingers and toes. “O… ok.”

A short walk from the station later, and the pair arrived at a pleasant house in a peaceful suburb. “Come on, make yourself at home. I’ll get you some water,” smiled Sophie, hanging her handbag up on a coathook and wheeling the pushchair with Maisy into the kitchen. “The living room’s just down the hall. Get comfy while I grab the first aid kit!”

Luc politely pulled off his sandals and placed them carefully to the side of the front door. The clean shag carpet squished and tickled softly between his toes as he headed down the corridor. Stepping over the threshold, the living room opened up to him, a big fluffy sofa inviting his aching form. He’d definitely taken more bruises than he realised with his little train-jumping stunt. He winced as he eased himself delicately into the warm embrace of the couch. The smell of Sophie’s perfume filled the whole house, and quickly began to seep into his mind, warming him up from the inside like whiskey. The sound of Sophie’s industrious pottering from the kitchen soothed him yet more, and before he could stop himself, he had begun to drift off in to the warm hug of sleep.

When he awoke, the room was lit not by sun, but by warm lamps, and a delicate piano minuet played through the house. A slight sting ran over Luc’s forehead, and he reached up to feel a fresh band-aid had been applied to his cut, and the chemical scent of anti-septic wafted lightly down. He stood, still slightly nervous at his strange surroundings, but steeled by the knowledge that he had been tended too, his heart warming at the care shown.

He followed the music through the house, and found a parlor room with light seeping through a cracked door. Peeking through, he saw her. Gorgeous white fur glowing against the lamplight, Sophie sat at an upright piano facing away from Luc, playing a lilting tune that made him feel… safe. Like being embraced by a loved one, and being somewhere he belonged. Her summer dress played across her figure, the light cutting through the thin cloth and revealing her smooth skin in diffuse shadow. Heart pounding, not wanting to break the spell, Luc crept through the door and stared, enraptured. As he watched, he felt that tingling again, though he didn’t know what. His balls twitched and he let out a tiny gasp. Sophie’s ears twitched, and she turned to see the abashed cub.

“Oh, you’re awake! Sorry, was I playing too loud?” she asked, smiling. “Oh, uh, no, it’s ok! You play really nicely!”

“Thank you, hun. I’m a little rusty, but these fingers can still work some magic.”

Suddenly emboldened, Luc stepped forward and took up a position on the piano bench next to Sophie. Her warmth pressed against him, and the perfume drifted over him once more, washing away his nerves like a soothing cup of cocoa. “Do you know this one?” he asked, beginning to play a sweet, slightly sad melody on his right hand. “Hmmm… it rings a bell,” grinned Sophie, as she delicately placed her left hand down on the keys and began to play the accompanyment like an old pro. They played together, filling the house with beauty, and in that perfect, gentle moment, all was peaceful.

“How are you with the left hand?” she asked inquisitively, turning to meet Luc’s gaze. “I’m still learning, but I can do a couple of songs with both hands,” replied Luc. “Hey, if you can do a couple songs, you can do ‘em all. Watch.”

With that, Sophie stood up. Luc felt disappointed for a moment, but that disappointment was quickly replaced with a deep comfort as the bunny stradled him from behind, placing him between her legs as she sat back down on the bench. For the first time, Luc noticed her breasts, round and heavy against his shoulders, pressing in like a massage. Her hands took his, their fur tickling against one another, and she placed them delicate on the keys. He began to play the melody once more, and this time, she guided his left hand across the ivory, gently rocking back and fore against the cub’s body with the slow rhythm.

“There you go… you see? You don’t play the accompanyment, you feel it,” she whispered. Goosebumps rippled down Luc’s spine as the tingling overcame him. He was hard in his shorts, very hard. The dim light, and the music, and the warmth, all began to take their toll on him, and he found his eyes lazily drooping again, even as his hands continued to play like a craftsman, every note sending sparks between the pair.

A chime rang out from the corridor, and Sophie suddenly gasped, the moment breaking like fine china, the music lost. She spun her head around and stared at the clock on the wall which was singing out its hourly tune. “Gods, it’s eleven o’clock!” she choked, leaping up from the musical embrace, cold rushing in between her and Luc. “You… you! You’re supposed to be home this late, surely? You’re parents, they must be worried sick! Oh god, there’s going to be so much trouble!”

She wrang her hands, pacing back and fore. “I totally forgot… I’m sorry!” wailed Luc in a panic. Then, he caught himself. Something about the situation was familiar, and he had an idea. “Wait, do you have a phone?” he asked. “I need to ring my parents.”

Sophie hesitated for a moment, then showed Luc to an old-fashioned cradle phone in the living room. He rang the number his mom had made him memorise, and Sophie could hear the panicked shouting down the line the moment the ringing stopped. “Mom, mom, I’m sorry, it’s ok! I went to play at Benny’s house and we lost track of time. Please don’t be mad!” he begged, all contrition and apologies. After the shouting stopped, the conversation calmed. “No, mom, you don’t need to pick me up. I figure, if you’re not too mad… maybe I could stay over at Benny’s, then walk back tomorrow? I know I should have let you know where I was sooner. Yes, mom, I’m sorry, but this would be a lot easier!”

A pause. Sophie stared at the boy, mouth agape. Luc seemed to be holding his breath.

Then, a smile cracked out across his face. “Thanks mom, you’re the best! I promise, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll do double dishes!” He was grinning ear to ear. Sophie finally relaxed, shoulders slumping. She knew she was a stranger to this boy, and despite her innocent intentions, knew how bad this could look to a panicked family missing their child. “Alright, it’s ok, all sorted!” smiled the pup, grin wide and toothy.

Sophie blinked back panicked tears. “You… you really are a sweetheart. Thank you. You’ve saved me a lot of trouble.” She smiled, and knelt down to give the cub a big, warm hug. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he felt light-headed again. She stood up.

“Well, now for the new trouble you’ve given me! I don’t have any spare linens, and I don’t have a guest bedroom… If we’re gonna make this a sleepover, you’re gonna have to bunk in with me, young man!” “Yay, sleepover!” laughed Luc, excitement running through him. “Hmm… Maisy’s nightwear won’t fit you. You ok sleeping in your shorts?” she asked. “I normally sleep in my pants!” giggled the young boy. “Hmm… well, ok, as long as that’s how you normally sleep,” grinned Sophie, as she went to pour her self a glass of red wine to calm her nerves. The panic over, Sophie realized the situation she now found herself in. She hadn’t had anyone else in her bed for a couple of years. He was only a boy, but even so… she felt her nipples stiffening against her summer dress at the prospect of company. A twinge of excitement played across her mons.

She caught herself in these strange thoughts. She didn’t know why, but they were there, in her head. Sophie shrugged them off and gulped back the glass of wine, before pouring herself a second one and corking the bottle. “Right, let’s get ready for bed, then,” she sighed happily, gazing at the cute cub that would be joining her for the night; her surprise guest. She patted him on the bottom and gestured towards the stairs.

They both giggled and shoved as they ran up the steps, jostling for pole position. They raced into the bathroom, and then both hesitated. “Oh yeah, no toothbrush… sorry…” apologised Sophie. “It’s ok, I’ll just use my finger,” grinned the fox. Sophie smiled, and nodded, squeezing a dollop of toothpaste on to the tip of his outstretched index finger, and then on to her own toothbrush. They giggled as they both tried to see who could brush the fastest, bubbles of foam jumping from one another’s mouths like wet firecrackers.

“Right, young man,” said Sophie as she finished swilling out her mouth, “I’ll let you get undressed in here while I go undress myself in the bedroom. It’s just to your left when you come out, okay?” she grinned, rubbing his shoulder affectionately as he nodded.

Luc was almost trembling with excitement as he undressed. He didn’t know why but he loved spending time with Sophie. Apparently, so did his little penis, which was merrily bouncing around in his underpants. He ignored it for the time being, and stripped off his shorts and t-shirt, folding them neatly and placing them on the towel rack. As he stepped out, he could see light under the bedroom door, slightly ajar, and headed in.

Sophie didn’t notice him enter, his light footsteps cushioned by the carpet. She had stripped out of her dress, and her shining white fur was bare for Luc to see, who’s cock jumped with arousal at the sight of her bare breasts. His eyes traced down instinctively, and he could just see a twinkle of glistening pink between her legs, but no more, the rest silhouetted by the lamp light. Before he knew it, the show was over, as Sophie slipped a silver satin night-dress over her form, which clung to her curves like honey on the comb.

Luc cleared his throat politely, and Sophie turned, catching his gaze. The boy was still a little flustered, but Sophie didn’t seem to notice, though her eyes did flicker for a moment down to the front of his undies, which had a definite bulge. “Come on then, let’s get comfy!” she beamed, hopping in to the big double bed, pulling the thick, clean duvet over herself and sinking in against the pillows. Luc followed suit. The bed was huge, at least king-sized, and he quickly became lost in the crisp sheets. He surfaced, spluttering against the bedclothes, eliciting giggles from Sophie. “Alright, little man. Lights out. You want bacon in the morning?” she queried, snuggling down deeper into the bed. “Yes please!” he answered with enthusiasm. Morning bacon definitely sounded good.

Sophie reached over to the lamp to extinguish the light, then hesitated, just for a moment. Those big green puppy eyes caught her own, and she conceded the inner battle, planting a warm kiss on Luc’s cheek. His fur bristled at the touch. “Night night, hun,” she smiled, before clicking the switch and plunging the room in to darkness.

It didn’t take long for Sophie to hear her guest’s breathing slow, and then falter, into small, quiet snores, barely audible. She smiled in the darkness. It had been a surprise to bring home a guest, but she didn’t mind. His warmth began to trickle through the duvet, seeping through her skin and into her heart. It was an indescribable sensation, especially after such a long time with an empty bed. Maisy’s father had been a one-night stand, and beyond that, Sophie had been largely alone. She had tasted just enough of that sweet, close company to know that she craved it, in the depths of her soul. Nevertheless, she began to drift off against the warmth, which lapped at her like ocean waves.

She didn’t know how much time had passed as she drifted through her haze of sleep, but at some point, late in the night, Sophie felt a tickle across her left side. A strange, alien touch. Glancing over, eyes blearly against the deep darkness, she saw that Luc had rolled in his sleep, and a small arm had fallen across her form in an unconscious embrace. Next, a leg shuffled across, and before she knew it, the small boy was cuddling happily against her, his arm across her belly and his leg drooped across hers, falling between her own lower limbs.

Despite being barely awake, a shudder ran through Sophie’s body. She hated that she found this arousing, but her body won the rebellion against her mind, and her cunny twitched with excitement. She could feel a familiar wetness building within her. Then she noticed it… a movement, ever so slight, and then a noise. A tiny whine. Was Luc… grinding against her?

He absolutely was. Sophie could feel the rhythmic humping of his form against her leg. He was definitely asleep, but it was clear his mind was somewhere much more exciting. She bit her lip in the darkness, fighting conflicting feelings. She really should stop him, and yet… it wasn’t like she was hurting him, right? He was clearly enjoying himself, as his unconscious moans increased in volume. She almost didn’t notice as her hand crept up her nightdress and began to caress one weighty breast through her nightgown, kneading it like dough.

It didn’t take long for a moan to escape Sophie’s own mouth, and she could feel a trickle of wetness dripping down between her legs. This was wrong, this was so wrong. But she ached for more. The feeling, the closeness, they called to her like a siren song. She could feel the heat radiating from the young cub’s cock, pressed tight through his undies against her thigh. That warmth sank deep, deep into her aching muscles.

She wanted more of that closeness. She wanted to bring that closeness deeper within. Blushing, her conscience screaming protests, Sophie hesitated just for a moment, before slowly taking the hem of her nightgown and sliding it gently up her body, revealing her soft belly button and her distinct absense of panties. Now she could feel the boy’s crotching thrusting straight against her bare leg. Almost unconsciously, she turned and shifted, taking the boy into her own arms, a delicate hug between the unlikely couple. Now his bulge rubbed against the very bottom of her tummy, as he ground back and forth against her squishy, yielding flesh. She trembled with arousal as the bottom of the motion brought the bulk of his member across the very top of her pubis.

She couldn’t hold back. Dipping a hand down into the warmth of the duvet, she ran her fingers across her pussy, just grazing the little boy’s crotch, eliciting further moans from the both of them. She was sopping wet now, and she could feel smears of her juices spreading around her torso with each rub, soaking her fingers and dampening the front of Luc’s underwear. Luc shifted and adjusted himself, and now his arm fell square across Sophie’s breasts, eliciting a hiss of arousal.

Just… a little more… thought Sophie, her mind flooding with thoughts of the pup’s hard member grinding against her. She shouldn’t want it, and in a way she didn’t; she needed it. Before she knew what she was doing, her slender fingers had curled around the waistband of Luc’s undies, and she had began to carefully apply pressure, pulling them away, trying to release the cock she knew was so close, and yet felt so far away. Her heart pounded in her chest as she desperately tried not to wake the sleeping cub. The pressure shifted, and she felt a bob as Luc’s cock slipped from its restraints. A pulse of heat radiated from it, and she gasped at the heat that pulsed against her trembling hand. Luc was surprisingly big for his age, and for a moment, Sophie felt a searing warmth as his cock grazed her palm.

“All right, no more. That’ll do just fine,” Sophie lied to herself. She moaned with each thrust, feeling that hot, hard cock rubbing and dancing against her skin, the surface prickling with desire at every motion. Sophie continued to delicately finger herself to the beat of Luc’s grinding, rubbing soft fingers against her slippery cunt, feeling the juices flowing and pulsing with her arousal. This could be enough, she thought. I can get off to this, and it’d be like nothing happened. Just a little more, just a tiny, tiny bit more to complete her needs…

She didn’t want to go on, but she couldn’t stop herself. She turned further, and gasped as Luc’s cock began to run and grind against the soft opening of her wet, pink, twitching pussy. She found herself pushing back, forcing her engorged clit against his cock, which had begun to pulsate and thrust with increasing urgency, drawing hot gasps of pleasure from Sophie’s body.

Fuck it.

She sighed, knowing there was no resisting the inevitable. Delicately cradling her new lover, she rolled, gently cushioning the movement so as not to wake the boy. Now the bunny was straddling him, and the tip of his cock probed at her opening. She needed this. She wanted this. Luc’s insistent pushing at her hole drove her over the edge, and she made her mind up in that instant. Yet, something felt wrong. She knew something needed to change, something was off, and she knew just what to do.

Sophie leaned forward, her ears flopping down and tickling gently at Luc’s neck as her lips met his in a passionate, hungry kiss. Luc began to rouse from his deep sleep, and found himself automatically returning the kiss, tongues intertwining wetly. He was confused, and bleary-eyed, but something in his heart called out, raw instinct quickly taking over. He’d been dreaming about Sophie… was this still a dream? On some level, he knew it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. The tendrils of lust worked quickly. As Luc returned to consciousness, the hunger grew, and the passion rose. He didn’t know how to describe what was happening, but he didn’t need to.

Neither of them needed to.

It was good. It was right. It was pure.

“Do you want me?” whispered Sophie. “You’re only young, I don’t mind if you don’t…” she continued, suddenly shy, despite their obscene closeness.

Luc barely hesitated, just as he adjusted to his situation and felt the heat of Sophie’s cunny radiating against the very tip of his cock. He was still disoriented, but he knew what he wanted. His body called for it, even if he didn’t understand why, and he nodded, lost in the bunny’s white, endless eyes, which shone in the moonlight that crept through the curtains; the same moonlight which traced a glowing halo over Sophie’s gorgeous, plump, busty figure.

Relief flood through Sophie. She could claim her desire now, without guilt, without fear.

Slowly, she sank, dropping her knees, and sighed in satisfaction as Luc slipped deeper inside her, filling her. Luc gasped and winced at the strange, new, agonizingly pleasurable sensation. Her heat surrounded him, her wetness drew him in like toffee on the apple, and the heat startled Luc in a way he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t huge, but he was definitely impressive, all things considered, and Sophie bit her lip in pleasure.

“Are you ok?” she asked, concern just shining past her horny moans. Luc answered with an enraptured whimper and a buck of the hips. Sophie knew his answer, and pulled away slightly, before pushing deeper yet again. Fuck, she needed this. She needed this so badly. This closeness, this warmth, this fullness. Slowly, the two built rhythm, pushing and pulling in sync. No more words were exchanged, only longing, loving thrusts, and answering sighs and moans, punctuated by kisses.

The air filled with the smell of their sex as Sophie bobbed up and down in the darkness, Luc thrusting in response. The gentle squelches of their lovemaking resonated from the walls and only served to drive the pair even deeper into their desperation.

Sophie gasped as Luc sat up, still thrusting away passionately. She felt a hot wetness against the nape of her neck, and Sophie realised that the golden, beautiful fox kit was kissing her there, dragging a long, smooth tongue against her skin. “Unnnnhhh…” she answered, barely cogent in her lust. He was taking charge, and she couldn’t help but love him even more for it. She hadn’t felt this love in so long.

In the moment, she was perfect, and he was perfect. Sophie stared, lost in his tiny form. His body had only the barest traces of puppy fat, filling out the spaces where muscles might grow in time. His slender, gymnastic form rolled and undulated against her, sending tremors of warmth rocketing through the both of them.

Her heat pushed, and slipped, and rippled against Luc’s cock, and he shuddered in ecstacy with every thrust, growing ever more urgent. He wrapped his arms around Sophie’s warmth, his fingers pushing ever so slightly against her delicate chubbyness. He could feel every fold of her pussy, and his ears twitched as he penetrated with each thrust, his cock popping through Sophie’s opening with a satisfying bump, the slight stubble of her shaven cunt rubbing and tickling along his length.

“P-Please… finish… finish with me…!” moaned Sophie, her eyes rolling back in her head. Luc’s eyes rolled back too as the duo approached their climax, tongues lolling from their mouths, agape with maddening lust, only interrupted by a lick here, a kiss there, as they fucked ever more deeply.

Luc quickened his pace, feeling that something was coming. He knew he wanted it, and he knew it needed to be with this beautiful, warm, kind woman. They had only known each other for an evening, and yet their souls warmed in one another’s presence, merging into two beating, resonating waveforms. As they held one another closer and tighter, and tighter, their hearts pounded against their chests, the two aching to become one yet further, to close the bond.

Sophie rocked her head back and cried out as her orgasm overtook her, consuming her whole like a predator striking her down, her juiced spraying and flooding across the innocent boy, taking him and marking him as her own. Luc whimpered and shuddered as his own climax took him, the heat and the perfume and the love filling him up; a glass he didn’t know was empty, filling and warming him from within. He needed her to fill that glass, even as he filled her with hot ropes of cum, drawing more cries of lust from her gaping mouth. Their fluids mingled, and dribbled down between their legs, coating their bodies, joining the two.

The two moaned together, louder and yet louder, embracing so tight in the maelstrom of pleasure, they felt that the other might almost slip away in the storm, the wetness, the sea of cum, the ocean of soul… before collapsing on top of one another in a gasping heat. Sophie felt joyous tears trickle down her cheeks as the madness of the moment ricocheted within her. Luc panted and kept holding on, as if he might be struck down unless he held his lover close, his cock still jumping inside her with each enraptured aftershock.

Over time, gasping gave way to panting, and panting gave way to deep, choked breaths, as the two kissed and embraced, Sophie adjusting herself so her lover wouldn’t slip out of her sodden twitching cunt, as the pair slipped away into the deep opium peace of a couple’s sleep, the moon bearing witness to their union.

…

As that moon gave way to sun, and that sun gave way to warmth, Luc stirred from his sleep. For a moment, he was disoriented as he remembered his surroundings. The scent of the crisp, clean sheets comforted him as he rose, their softness tickling his fingers and toes. Then, the scent of perfume, and of Sophie, resonated through him like a dream. He smiled.

And then… the scent of morning bacon.