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Elizabeth volunteers to take care of Charlotte. Meanwhile, Terrence has a little fun with Julia while making dinner.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Julia and Terrence Stouffer take Charlotte Schneider home from the hospital. Elizabeth volunteers to take care of Charlotte. Meanwhile, Terrence has a little fun with Julia while making dinner.", "writing": "[color=red]WARNING[/color]: This story may contain content of an adult nature. If you are easily offended or are under the legal age to view adult content in your area, please exit now. This text is intended for adults only and may include scenes of sexual content or graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.\n\nRevelations by IndigoNeko\n\nChapter 15 – Unexpected Lessons\n\n[b]Friday, May 29th, 2015[/b]\n\nElizabeth and her father Terrence both stepped down the porch stairs as the wrought-iron gate in front of their driveway slid open. Julia's burgundy sedan pulled into the circular driveway, gradually coming to a halt next to the steps. They'd been waiting by the front door for the last minute or so, since Julia had called and asked for help to get Charlotte out of the car.\n\n“Remember princess, she's been hurt,” the older ferret said to his daughter. “Don't touch her and try to be quiet, okay?”\n\n“Okay,” the little stoat-crossbreed said in a subdued voice.\n\nCharlotte choked back a sob as the car finally came to a halt directly in front of the Stouffer's three story residence. Even with Julia’s slow driving and gentle acceleration and deceleration, the effects of simple momentum brought tears to her eyes and nausea to her stomach. At least she'd been spared the indignity of having to wear an air-cast muzzle, though the doctor had put her on a liquid diet for a minimum of two weeks. She closed her eyes for a moment and panted softly, trying to stave off the throbbing pain in her nose. It didn't work that well.\n\nElizabeth gasped as her father pulled the car door open, revealing Charlotte's blood-stained blouse, and neck brace. The little girl put her paws to her mouth, shocked at how the doberman looked. “Oh no... Charlotte, are you okay?”\n\n“Shhh,” her father chastised. “She shouldn’t be talking.”\n\nCharlotte opened her eyes and turned her torso, looking down at the tiny girl. Since waking up at the hospital, the pain in her nose had gotten progressively worse, probably because whatever analgesic they’d used during surgery had worn off. When she'd just woken up, her face had hurt, though it hadn't seemed to hinder her talking. Now everything hurt: her muzzle, her arms and elbows, her sides, her chest, her hips, even her knees. Especially her muzzle. Talking was excruciating now. As much as she wanted to comfort the little girl, she couldn’t spare the words for it.\n\nTerrence bent over and leaned into the car, reaching across Charlotte and unbuckling the seat belt before carefully helping her out of the seat while his wife Julia stepped around the car, coming to assist. \n\n“Careful,” Julia said. “Before we left, the doctor told me she’s got a concussion. Move very slowly or she’ll get sick.”\n\n“Okay,” he said, carefully helping the injured doberman out of the car. Together, he and Julia helped her up the steps and into the foyer. \n\nTwo minutes later, they'd managed to get Charlotte up to her bedroom on the second floor thanks to the elevator, and were in the process of helping the teenaged canine out of her ruined school clothes. The jacket that Julia had put around Charlotte’s shoulders before they left was going to need some serious laundering, and the older stoat set it aside to take it to the dry cleaners. The blouse Charlotte had worn to school was a total loss; it had been soaked with blood and dried stiff as a board.\n\n“Shower?” Terrence asked. \n\nJulia nodded. “I don’t know why the hospital didn’t give her one. There’s blood crusted into her fur all over,” she muttered.\n\n“Probably because we insisted on taking her home as soon as possible,” Terrence replied.\n\n“You stay out here. I’ll rinse her off with the shower-head,” Julia said, leading Charlotte into the bathroom.\n\nSeveral minutes later, Julia led the doberman back out of the bathroom, a towel tied around the young woman’s torso. Terrence returned when his wife called. While their daughter Elizabeth watched from the doorway, the ferret helped to support Charlotte as the young woman lay down against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Then Julia tucked her legs under the covers and brought the blankets up to her neck. Charlotte let out a sigh of relief as the movement finally came to an end, closing her eyes. \n\n“Can we get you anything?” Julia asked.\n\n“Uhh... wa’er... ‘ain ‘ills…” Charlotte whispered, trying not to move her mouth.\n\n“I need to pick up that prescription for you,” Terrence said. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he added, stepping out of the room, leaving Julia and Elizabeth alone with Charlotte. \n\nJulia left to get a glass of water and a straw. Elizabeth sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at how swollen the young woman’s face was.\n\n“Charlotte? I... umm... I just wanted to say... You’ve always been here for me, like a big sister. So I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”\n\nCharlotte cracked an eye, looking at the little stoat sitting next to her. She wanted to smile, but knew it would hurt, so she settled for mumbling “Thank you,” and pulling her paw out from under the comforter and clasping Elizabeth’s paw. \n\nAs Julia walked into the room with a cup and straw in hand, her daughter asked, “Mother, can I stay in Charlotte’s room tonight?”\n\nJulia blinked, somewhat taken aback. “She really needs to get some rest, princess.” \n\n“Ish okay,” Charlotte said, surprised herself. Still, she didn’t mind; Elizabeth was an absolute doll.\n\nThe older stoat looked over at the bed, still hesitant. “Well, if you’re okay with it Charlotte, then I don’t see why not.”\n\nAt that, Elizabeth hopped off the bed and darted out into the hallway, heading up to her bedroom on the third floor. For the next minute or two Julia dipped the straw into the glass of water, capping the end with one finger and lifting it to Charlotte’s mouth before removing her finger. The water inside the straw slid down to wet the inside of the doberman’s throat. “Sorry about this. I’ll call Terry and have him buy a squirt bottle before he gets home,” she said quietly.\n\nThen Elizabeth came hopping down the stairs dragging the thick comforter and sheets from her bed as well as a pillow. Julia watched in amusement as Elizabeth promptly set it all down in a pile next to Charlotte’s bed and jumped into it, pulling part of it over her in an impromptu nest of sorts.\n\n“Elizabeth, if Charlotte wants anything, you go get it for her. If she wants to have some quiet, you be quiet. If she wants to be alone, you come stay with us. Okay?”\n\n“Yes, Mother,” the little stoat replied.\n\n“Good. Then if...” Julia trailed off as she heard the house phone ring. She wondered who it could possibly be at seven in the evening. “I’ll be right back,” she said as she left the room.\n\nElizabeth sat still for a moment, realizing just how quiet the room was. “Charlotte? Are you going to sleep?”\n\n“No. Not ‘till... your dad... gesh ‘ack.”\n\n“Do you want to listen to some music? Or TV? Or I could... um... I just got this book called Harry Potter. Mom thought I would like it. I could read it to you.”\n\nCharlotte was touched. Nobody had read her a bedtime story since she was a little cub. In spite of herself, she smiled for a second. “Shory... pleash.”\n\n“Okay! I’ll be right back,” the tiny stoat said as she ran out of the room.\n\nMoments later, Julia stepped into the room, with a somewhat puzzled expression. “Charlotte? Mrs. Andreyev just called. She says that she has a boy in her Karate class named Hikari. He was wondering if you were alright and asked if it would be okay if he came over tomorrow to check in on you.”\n\nCharlotte blinked in surprise. She’d almost forgotten that they were going to meet during lunch. Still, that was nice of him. As long as she didn’t have to talk much, she was okay with that.\n\n“Is that okay?” Julia asked.\n\n“Yesh,” the doberman said quietly.\n\n“Okay, I’ll let her know. Also, you’re off-duty for the next two weeks, minimum. You just rest. I’ll call the school and see what they want to do about your final exams. They’ll probably want you to come in for tests, but since the doctor said you’ve got a concussion, that may not be an option. We’ll see.”\n\n[center]__________________________________________________[/center]\n\nFifteen minutes later, Terrence stepped into Charlotte’s room with a gym bottle full of water, and the orange bottle with the prescription pain meds. Elizabeth looked up at his entrance, pausing in the middle of a sentence. He looked down, somewhat surprised to see his daughter sitting on a pile of bed linen next to Charlotte’s bed, reading from a rather large book. \n\n“Sorry to interrupt, princess. I’ve got Charlotte’s prescription here. One tablet every four to six hours, as needed…”\n\nElizabeth surprised him somewhat by taking charge, standing up and taking the prescription bottle from him and popping it open, helping the poor canine swallow a pill. Then she helped with the squirt bottle, carefully squeezing some water into the side of Charlotte’s muzzle. He watched, ready to help, but apparently his daughter had everything under control. He shook his head as his little girl picked up the book again and continued to read out loud to Charlotte, then headed downstairs to help Julia with dinner.\n\nHis wife was in the middle of fixing a meatloaf of some kind, along with potatoes. It was kind of a tradition for Friday nights, except when they had herbivores for company. It was always meatloaf, but it was always different, whether it was a different stuffing, different spices, different sauces. The same went for the potatoes: sliced, fried, or mashed, with butter and chives, ranch, or ketchup. There were any number of different preparations. He suspected that it was Julia’s goal in life to make as many variations of meatloaf and potatoes as possible.\n\nHe kissed Julia on the way to the refrigerator, then pulled out a Black Butte Porter. He grabbed a bottle opener and popped the lid off, then took a swig, relishing the silky smooth, rich hoppy flavor, and the faint aftertaste that reminded him of dark chocolate. Some people said beer was an acquired taste, but he’d loved the rich flavors of porters, lagers, and double bock beers when he’d first tried them. Pale beers not so much.\n\nHe turned around and leaned against the refrigerator. “So, what exactly is Elizabeth doing? Reading to Charlotte?”\n\n“Exactly. She said she was going to stay with Charlotte in case she needed anything,” the stoat replied, folding over the ground beef on the cutting board in front of her.\n\n“Huh. That’s a good idea, I suppose,” the ferret mused. “As long as she doesn’t bother the poor girl. Charlotte’s going to need her sleep.”\n\n“I already told her to be quiet if Charlotte asked for it and to come stay with us if Charlotte wants to be left alone,” his wife said as she worked the meatloaf into a pan for baking. \n\nTerrence leaned over as he glimpsed green in with the meatloaf, wondering if it was some kind of pepper. “Okay. Well, since she’ll be staying in Charlotte’s room tonight... perhaps we should catch up on some rest and relaxation?”\n\n“If by rest and relaxation,” Julia said, turning to him and whispering, “you mean screwing me until you can’t get it up anymore...”\n\nTerrence walked over and wrapped one arm around Julia, then kissed her on the cheek. “If that’s what you wish, dear, then that’s what it shall be.”\n\nHe then took another swig and set it down on the counter before moving behind his wife. “I just realized that I’ve been neglecting you lately, angel. I’m sorry,” he apologized as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “Since Elizabeth’s going to see Alex tomorrow, we’ll have all day together. Charlotte will probably spend most of her time in bed.”\n\n“About that...” Julia said awkwardly. “Apparently one of her school-mates wants to drop by tomorrow for a bit to check in on her.”\n\n“Oh? What’s her name?” he asked, curious.\n\n“[i]His[/i] name is Hikari. Apparently he’s the reason Charlotte doesn’t have broken ribs as well. Or worse.”\n\n“Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “How in the world did you find that out? Charlotte couldn’t remember anything other than being annoyed by someone named Diego.”\n\n“From what Raenne told me, Hikari saw Diego hit Charlotte in the head and intervened to keep Diego from kicking her. Hikari’s been suspended for it,” she added, pouring a thick brown sauce over the pan of meatloaf.\n\n“That’s more information than we got from the school. Why was Hikari suspended if he was stopping an attack?” the ferret asked, still holding his wife around the waist from behind.\n\n“I don’t know. Maybe the school has some kind of zero tolerance policy,” the stoat replied, turning on the faucet to wash her paws. “I remember reading something about that in Charlotte’s student handbook.”\n\n“That’s ridiculous, they can’t suspend a student for protecting another student. It’s not fair,” Terrence protested.\n\n“I didn’t say it was fair,” Julia stated, scrubbing her paws with soap, “only that it’s what the school policy is.”\n\n“Huh. I think I should call Richard. Sooner, rather than later.”\n\n“Honey,” Julia said exasperatedly, turning off the water and shaking her paws off.\n\n“What, do [i]you[/i] think it’s fair?” he asked.\n\n“Of course not. It’s just...” Julia sighed as she wiped her paws off on the dish towel and picked up a spatula.\n\n“If something’s not fair, it needs to be changed. If the school district can’t see reason on their own, then I’ll encourage them to see it in court,” he stated, tugging hs wife’s blouse free from her pants.\n\nJulia blew a raspberry out of exasperation, then squeaked as her husband moved his hands from around her waist to up under her blouse, gently cupping her lowest pair of breasts. She nibbled her lower lip as his paws ran through the fur over the sensitive flesh, sending tingles of pleasure through her. For a moment she thought of objecting, but it felt too good, and Charlotte certainly wouldn’t be getting out of bed anytime soon.\n\nTerrence continued to gently rub his paws over her lowest pair of breasts, rubbing them through her luxuriously soft fur until he managed to find her nipples. They were just beginning to peak through her fur, and he deliberately pressed his paw pads against them and started rubbing them in circles. He knew he was doing a good job when his wife put down the spatula she had picked up, sighing in pleasure.\n\nAs her nipples stiffened and poked further out, he used his thumb and finger pads to lightly squeeze them with a slight twisting motion, toying with them until they became stiff under his tender ministrations. He could feel his wife’s tail twitching slightly between his legs, and grinned. On impulse, he looked down over her shoulders, and his grin went even wider as he saw the tips of her upper-most nipples sticking out, clearly on display even through her blouse and bra. She absolutely loved having her nipples played with. All six of them.\n\n“Consider this a down payment,” he whispered in her ear, “on the debt I owe you.”\n\nJulia let out a moan. “Don’t you stop, you handsome bastard. That feels soooo good.”\n\n“As you wish, angel. Though I think it might be better if I upped the ante.” He said as he pulled his hands back out from under her blouse, then quickly undid the lowest four buttons. “Don’t you?”\n\n“Oh God,” she said with a moan. “What if Charlotte...”\n\n“Charlotte’s probably sleeping by now, Angel. If she’s not, then she will be in a few minutes,” he said. “Also, I thought you were wearing a full-body bra. I’m certainly not feeling it if you did.”\n\nHer only response was another moan as he tucked his hands into her blouse, this time cupping her middle pair of breasts, easily finding the rock-hard nipples poking out of her fur. Her middle pair of breasts were slightly larger, but still fit well within the palms of his paws. He gently massaged around her nipples for a moment, then began gently twisting them like he had her lowest pair just moments ago. This time, she sighed and let out a long, throaty moan. “Mmm, that feels wonderful...”\n\nTerrence’s pants were beginning to get tight, and he was sure she could feel his erection pressing against the top of her tail. He wondered just how far he could get his wife to go with this game before she objected. For all that she decried anything kinky, she got so turned on by it. He continued to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples, feeling her practically turn to putty in his paws. If he hadn’t been pressing her hips against the counter, he was sure she would have fallen to the floor.\n\nAnother long moan escaped her after a particularly strong twist, and then he moved his paws back down her belly, atop her lower breasts once again, and spent a few more moments tweaking her smallest pair of titties once again, until he felt her begin to quiver in his grip. He’d never managed to get her to orgasm just by playing with her breasts before, but he was sure she was close to it now. Just as she started to shake, he quickly undid the clasp at the top of her dress pants and pulled the zipper down, then shoved one paw inside her panties, rubbing rapidly at her clit with one paw while he groped her middle pair of breasts with the other.\n\nShe began shaking like a leaf, rapidly gasping as she reached her peak right there in the middle of the kitchen. Somehow the faint possibly being discovered had managed to arouse her more than it had any right to. Even as she started to come down from that glorious natural high, she felt Terrence’s thumbs slip into her waistband, getting ready to pull her pants down. “Stop,” she gasped. “Not... not in the kitchen.”\n\nHe stopped, his head still resting on her shoulder, and moved his hands back to the front of her pants, zipping them back up. “Okay, angel,” he said with a quick peck on her cheek. “I suppose I can wait to finish paying off my debts until we’re up in the bedroom.”\n\n“Yes,” she said as she tried to hold herself up against the counter, “you should. Unless you want your dinner to be late.”\n\n“Oh, I wouldn’t want that. On the other hand, I don’t want any additional interest to accumulate. So perhaps you’ll let me continue to make some smaller payments?” he said as he moved his hands back up to her belly, gently rubbing cupping and massaging her middle pair of breasts again.\n\n“If you insist…” she said with a slight gasp as he tweaked her nipples once again. “Just be gentle. They’re sensitive right now.”\n\n“I will, angel,” he said, kissing her again.\n\nJulia continued to prepare the meatloaf and potatoes for the next several minutes with her husband’s arms wrapped around her in a loving (and naughty) embrace, trying not to gasp as he occasionally rubbed his paw pads across her sensitive teats.\n\nThe groping stopped only when she opened the oven to put the meatloaf and potatoes in, at which point she turned around and grabbed his face in her paws and frantically french kissed him for several seconds. Then she pushed him back. “We’ve got one hour. You better use that time to make a deposit.”\n\n“Oh, I think I can afford to make a deposit,” Terrence replied, with a wicked grin. He had some suspicions that his wife was secretly an exhibitionist, and decided to take a gamble. He grabbed her waist and swung her around so she was facing the counter again, pressing her up against it with her hips once again. In half a second he’d undone the snap on her dress pants, and in the next half second pulled down her zipper. He jerked her pants down as she squeaked, saying “What do you think you’re-\"\n\n“Shh...” he hushed. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “You don’t want to attract any attention, do you? Someone might come down to investigate.”\n\nShe choked back the rest of her exclamation as her panties joined her pants around her knees, and she felt him press his hips against her rump. It was fairly obvious he was hard as a rock, and she bit back a gasp. Then he pulled back, and she felt his hands against the small of her back as he undid his own slacks and shucked them and his boxers in one smooth movement. Then his hands grabbed her hips again and quickly lifted her up, and she fell forward over the counter, instinctively lifting her tail to help with her balance.\n\nTerrence grabbed her tail and moved it to one side, then thrust himself into his wife’s dripping pussy, hilting himself in her with one quick thrust. “Oh, you’re definitely getting a deposit,” he said quietly. Then he pulled back and thrust back into her, making her gasp. A drop of moisture fell off of her clit, landing on the polished wood floor with a soft splat that neither of them heard.\n\nFor the next minute, he continued to thrust in and out of her sopping wet pussy, soft squelches filling the air. Julia gasped for breath, a strange twinge in her chest. She hoped it wasn’t leftover from her heart attack. She could already feel her vagina spasming around her husband’s shaft, and knew she was close. The thought that Charlotte or Elizabeth could walk in on them at any time while they were having sex in the middle of the kitchen was strangely exhilarating.\n\nAs his balls slapped against her mound, she reached one hand down between the counter and her hips, rubbing frantically against her clit, and grabbed her upper-most breasts with the other, giving up on trying to keep her head from bumping the wall. She just leaned up against it with her shoulders and neck.\n\n“This won’t do at all,” she heard him say through the haze of pleasure. “I think we need an open field for negotiations.” Then she felt him pull out completely and whined in frustration. Then she felt him grab her legs and lift her clean up off the floor. She squeaked, then realized that he was rolling her onto her back, laying her torso sideways along the counter and her butt hanging off the edge, taking full advantage of her natural flexibility. He lifted her legs over his chest and draping them over his shoulders. He stared down at her half-exposed torso, then quickly reached down with one hand to guide himself back into her dripping pussy. She gasped and quickly moved her hands back to grasp at her uppermost breasts.\n\n“What did I say about open negotiations?” she heard him whisper. “Undo those buttons, unless you want to lose this investor’s interest.”\n\nShe whined, and took the moment to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse, then gasped once again as he let one of her legs go, letting it drape over the side of the counter as he continued to hold the other one up with his arm. As she darted one hand back down to rub at her clit, she felt him grab the edges of her blouse and throw it open, exposing her chest to the open air of the kitchen.\n\nThat was too much for her, the risk of being caught, having her breasts played with for the last twenty minutes... a second orgasm hit her so hard she was literally seeing stars dance across her vision. She heard terrence groan and felt him stop thrusting. That didn’t stop her though, as she continued to frig herself until her orgasm had come to an end and her clitty became too sensitive to touch.\n\nThen she moaned again as he resumed thrusting, and felt him begin gently kneading her breasts again. This time alternating between all six of them, tweaking her nipples until just before it became too much before switching pairs. Somehow he knew exactly when they became too sensitive, and it was driving her crazy. Still, she couldn’t very well tell him to stop without potentially getting the attention of the girls upstairs.\n\n“Father?” she heard the high-pitched question from the foyer.\n\nTime froze for Julia. She’d been caught. It was over. Suddenly she felt a third orgasm hit, making her belly start twitching and her chest go tight. It almost felt like she was having a heart attack all over again, except for one thing: her pussy was spasming harder than ever around her husband’s length.\n\nTerrence stopped thrusting, probably trying to silence the noise they’d been making. She heard little Elizabeth’s toe claws clicking on the tile as she walked the last few feet into the kitchen. Her pussy was clenching so hard, it probably felt like a vice to poor Terrence, and her entire body was quivering like jello on the countertop. Then she felt him begin to squirt, his essence jetting deep inside her, coating her vagina with his sticky white warmth.\n\n“Oh...” she heard her daughter say. “I didn’t know you could have sex in the kitchen.”\n\nJulia’s cheeks began to burn so hotly she was afraid she’d catch fire. This was so embarrassing. Yet she was still cumming, and harder than she’d ever cum in her entire life.\n\n“Well,” she heard Terrence say, even as she felt him continue to squirt his essence hard against her cervix. “You’re really... ahhh... not supposed to. It’s considered... terribly rude, and unsanitary. You really shouldn’t do it.”\n\n“Oh. Mother looks like she’s really enjoying it,” the little girl said, watching her mother twitching on the kitchen counter. “Anyway, I just wanted to say that Charlotte’s asleep right now.”\n\n“Thanks, princess,” Terrence replied. “We’ve got another forty-five minutes or so before the meatloaf is done.”\n\n“Okay, father,” their daughter said. “I’m going to go play Minecraft for a bit.”\n\nJulia cracked her eyes open, still feeling aftershocks run through her as she felt a tiny paw against her shoulder, and leaned forward a bit as Elizabeth tried to give her a kiss on the cheek. Their girl had to stretch a bit to get over the edge of the counter, seeing as she wasn’t even four feet tall.\n\n“Have fun playing on the computer, princess,” Julia managed to get out, despite the faint twinges still running through her nervous system.\n\n“I will. Don’t slip,” the tiny stoat said, “You two made a puddle on the floor.”\n\n“It’s okay, princess,” she said. “I’ll clean it up later.”\n\n“Okay. Love you!”\n\n“Love you too, princess,” the two adults said in unison as their girl walked out of the kitchen, taking the stairs to the second floor.\n\nTerrence slowly pulled out of his wife, their juices splattering on the floor and making the puddle bigger, then stepped back and bent down to grab his slacks and pull them up as Julia slid off the countertop. She bent and pulled her pants and panties back up, then spent a few moments buttoning her blouse.\n\n“Well, that was a sizable deposit right there,” Terrence said as he kissed her. “I hope it was enough to keep this debtor off my back.”\n\n“Umm... Yes. It was a rather unorthodox method of payment though,” she replied, as she tried to step towards the foyer. “Oh wow, my legs aren’t working quite right.”\n\n“Well, we can’t have that.” Terrence said. “Here, I’ll carry you upstairs.”\n\n“Don’t you...” she started, then squeaked again as her husband wrapped her arm over his neck, then bent and grabbed her behind the legs. “Whoa!”\n\n“Sorry, angel, but I’ve still got a debt to pay off, and I’m not going to let weak knees stand in my way,” he said as he carried her over to the lift.\n\nHe set her down again in front of the lift, and kissed her again. As the lift door opened, he pushed her in, jabbed a button, then turned and covered her mouth with his, frenching her deeply, twisting his tongue around hers in an intimate oral embrace.\n\nThis was almost getting to be too much for her. He hadn’t treated her like this... well... ever. She wondered just what had gotten into him. Not that she was complaining.\n\nThe lift chimed and the door opened, and he pushed her out into the second floor hallway, still kissing her, and guided them both into the master bedroom. Before she even knew it, he’d managed to get her pants off once again, and was working on shucking his own business shirt and slacks. She was quickly undoing her own blouse when she noticed that the door was open.\n\n“Terrence,” she hissed, “the door’s open!”\n\nHe didn’t even look at it as the last of his clothing dropped to the floor. “I doubt that Charlotte will wake up any time soon, and I’m sure Elizabeth won’t mind,” he said with a grin, now absolutely sure that his wife was an exhibitionist at some level. He was amazed to learn something new like that after over a dozen years of marriage.\n\nHe walked over to her and ran one paw over her panty-covered mound, wondering why she hadn’t worn a bra today before remembering she’d been in the hospital. Usually she wore one for her uppermost pair, though she had custom bras that covered all three. Terrence knelt in front of her and peeled her panties off, all the way to the floor, and stuck his nose between her legs, taking a deep breath and lapping at her still sopping-wet pussy. She grabbed his head as she felt his tongue dart across her folds, and fell over backwards onto the bed.\n\nFor several long moments, he ate his wife out. He gently worked his tongue over her outer lips, then between them and the inner lips before pressing his nose against her clit as he pressed his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could reach, trying to reach the slightly rough patch of her g-spot. She let out a long moan, feeling his tongue going nearly as deep inside her as his penis had earlier, then grabbed at her uppermost breasts, squeezing them gently and tugging at her nipples. After so much stimulation in so little time, the sensation was almost painful in its intensity.\n\nTerrence continued to alternate between licking her outer vulva, clit, and deep inside her vagina for several minutes, until his tongue began to get sore. Julia continued to moan in pleasure, switching between breasts as they became too sensitive to continue. Suddenly he stopped and switched to sucking directly on her clit, then tilted his head sideways and gently nibbled on it, holding it firm with his lips while he rapidly strummed his tongue over it. She let out a long, deep moan. Just when she thought she was going to have an explosive climax. He pulled back and stood up, then leaned over her and whispered, “You might want to keep it down. You might wake Charlotte.”\n\nJulia felt her loins tighten suddenly as she glanced over at the open door, half expecting to see the poor doberman girl standing there, eyes wide in shock. Just as she glanced over, Terrence thrust himself back inside her, and she felt her belly flutter as she clenched down around his length, riding the crest of her fourth orgasm of the night.\n\nShe nearly bit her lip as Terrence began to quickly thrust inside her, prolonging her orgasm. He grabbed her hips and began to pound her fast and hard, since Julia preferred it quick and intense, riding the wave from one climax to the next.\n\nKnowing that he’d already blown one load, she knew he’d take quite a while to deliver a second. Julia glanced back at the open door and nibbled her lower lip anxiously, hoping she’d be able to keep quiet... and that he’d finish before the meatloaf was done.\n\n[center]__________________________________________________[/center]\n\n[b]Saturday, May 30th, 2015[/b]\n\nThe next morning, Julia threw on a bathrobe and walked somewhat bowlegged down the hallway to Charlotte’s room. Terrence had fucked her twice before dinner, three times after dinner, and again just after she’d woken up, driving her to countless climaxes. Honestly, she had no idea where he had managed to get the stamina for it. At least he’d finally ‘paid off his debts’. As much as she loved him, sometimes his role-play got a bit corny.\n\nAs she reached Charlotte’s room, she glanced in, unsurprised to see her daughter Elizabeth curled up in a tight little ball in the midst of a pile of quilts and pillows next to Charlotte’s bed. The doberman girl seemed to still be dozing. She knelt down next to the pile of linens and gently stroked the bridge of her daughter’s muzzle, gently rubbing her fur until her daughter’s eyes popped open. She smiled as Elizabeth yawned, showing a mouth full of tiny sharp teeth. She held her finger up, indicating silence. Elizabeth blinked, then looked around.\n\nAfter a moment, she realized she was still in Charlotte’s room, and crawled out of the quilts, adjusting her nightgown. Julia gathered the bedding up and carried them up to the third floor while Elizabeth carried the pillows. It didn’t take too long to re-make Elizabeth’s bed.\n\n“Did Charlotte sleep all night?” Julia asked, sitting on the freshly made bed.\n\n“No. She woke up and used the bathroom, and took another one of those pills,” Elizabeth said, climbing up on the bed as well and sitting next to her mother.\n\n“Okay. Well, I’ll take care of her for the rest of the day along with your father,” the older stoat explained. “Also, Charlotte may have a visitor today.”\n\n“A visitor?” Elizabeth asked, curious. The only person who ever came over to see Charlotte was a rabbit named Stephanie.\n\n“Yes. A boy in one of her classes, who wanted to come tell her to get well soon.”\n\n“Really?” Elizabeth exclaimed excitedly. “Is he…her [i]boyfriend?[/i]”\n\nJulia laughed. “I don’t think so, princess. At least, not yet.”\n\n“I hope she gets a boyfriend. Someone nice,” the little stoat added.\n\n“Well, Alex’s mom said he was nice,” the older stoat mused. “He stopped the other boy who hurt Charlotte. I don’t know if Charlotte wants a boyfriend right now though.”\n\n“Huh. I would want a boyfriend if I was her. She must be lonely sleeping all alone every night.”\n\n“Not everyone gets lonely. Some people even prefer being alone,” Julia explained. “Anyway, your father should be almost done making breakfast, and then you need to get dressed and packed for a sleepover with Alexandrea.”\n\n“Yay! Oh, umm...” the stoat suddenly went quiet, remembering that Charlotte was still sleeping. She leaned over and whispered. “Can I do [i]sexy stuff[/i] with Lexi again?”\n\nJulia barely stifled a giggle. Sometimes her daughter was so funny. “Yes, dear. As long as Raenne or David say it’s okay, [i]and[/i] Lexi wants to do sexy stuff, [i]and[/i] you two use a condom and practice safe sex.”\n\nElizabeth wrapped her arms around her mom’s chest, squeezing. “I will! Thank you, mother. I love you.”\n\nJulia hugged Elizabeth right back. “I love you too, princess. Be gentle with Alexandrea, okay? She’s got that broken leg, after all.”\n\n“I will, mother,” the little stoat said, burying her face in the cloth of Julia’s bathrobe.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "WARNING: This story may contain content of an adult nature. If you are easily offended or are under the legal age to view adult content in your area, please exit now. This text is intended for adults only and may include scenes of sexual content or graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Revelations by IndigoNeko

Chapter 15 – Unexpected Lessons

Friday, May 29th, 2015

Elizabeth and her father Terrence both stepped down the porch stairs as the wrought-iron gate in front of their driveway slid open. Julia's burgundy sedan pulled into the circular driveway, gradually coming to a halt next to the steps. They'd been waiting by the front door for the last minute or so, since Julia had called and asked for help to get Charlotte out of the car.

“Remember princess, she's been hurt,” the older ferret said to his daughter. “Don't touch her and try to be quiet, okay?”

“Okay,” the little stoat-crossbreed said in a subdued voice.

Charlotte choked back a sob as the car finally came to a halt directly in front of the Stouffer's three story residence. Even with Julia’s slow driving and gentle acceleration and deceleration, the effects of simple momentum brought tears to her eyes and nausea to her stomach. At least she'd been spared the indignity of having to wear an air-cast muzzle, though the doctor had put her on a liquid diet for a minimum of two weeks. She closed her eyes for a moment and panted softly, trying to stave off the throbbing pain in her nose. It didn't work that well.

Elizabeth gasped as her father pulled the car door open, revealing Charlotte's blood-stained blouse, and neck brace. The little girl put her paws to her mouth, shocked at how the doberman looked. “Oh no... Charlotte, are you okay?”

“Shhh,” her father chastised. “She shouldn’t be talking.”

Charlotte opened her eyes and turned her torso, looking down at the tiny girl. Since waking up at the hospital, the pain in her nose had gotten progressively worse, probably because whatever analgesic they’d used during surgery had worn off. When she'd just woken up, her face had hurt, though it hadn't seemed to hinder her talking. Now everything hurt: her muzzle, her arms and elbows, her sides, her chest, her hips, even her knees. Especially her muzzle. Talking was excruciating now. As much as she wanted to comfort the little girl, she couldn’t spare the words for it.

Terrence bent over and leaned into the car, reaching across Charlotte and unbuckling the seat belt before carefully helping her out of the seat while his wife Julia stepped around the car, coming to assist.

“Careful,” Julia said. “Before we left, the doctor told me she’s got a concussion. Move very slowly or she’ll get sick.”

“Okay,” he said, carefully helping the injured doberman out of the car. Together, he and Julia helped her up the steps and into the foyer.

Two minutes later, they'd managed to get Charlotte up to her bedroom on the second floor thanks to the elevator, and were in the process of helping the teenaged canine out of her ruined school clothes. The jacket that Julia had put around Charlotte’s shoulders before they left was going to need some serious laundering, and the older stoat set it aside to take it to the dry cleaners. The blouse Charlotte had worn to school was a total loss; it had been soaked with blood and dried stiff as a board.

“Shower?” Terrence asked.

Julia nodded. “I don’t know why the hospital didn’t give her one. There’s blood crusted into her fur all over,” she muttered.

“Probably because we insisted on taking her home as soon as possible,” Terrence replied.

“You stay out here. I’ll rinse her off with the shower-head,” Julia said, leading Charlotte into the bathroom.

Several minutes later, Julia led the doberman back out of the bathroom, a towel tied around the young woman’s torso. Terrence returned when his wife called. While their daughter Elizabeth watched from the doorway, the ferret helped to support Charlotte as the young woman lay down against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Then Julia tucked her legs under the covers and brought the blankets up to her neck. Charlotte let out a sigh of relief as the movement finally came to an end, closing her eyes.

“Can we get you anything?” Julia asked.

“Uhh... wa’er... ‘ain ‘ills…” Charlotte whispered, trying not to move her mouth.

“I need to pick up that prescription for you,” Terrence said. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he added, stepping out of the room, leaving Julia and Elizabeth alone with Charlotte.

Julia left to get a glass of water and a straw. Elizabeth sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at how swollen the young woman’s face was.

“Charlotte? I... umm... I just wanted to say... You’ve always been here for me, like a big sister. So I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”

Charlotte cracked an eye, looking at the little stoat sitting next to her. She wanted to smile, but knew it would hurt, so she settled for mumbling “Thank you,” and pulling her paw out from under the comforter and clasping Elizabeth’s paw.

As Julia walked into the room with a cup and straw in hand, her daughter asked, “Mother, can I stay in Charlotte’s room tonight?”

Julia blinked, somewhat taken aback. “She really needs to get some rest, princess.”

“Ish okay,” Charlotte said, surprised herself. Still, she didn’t mind; Elizabeth was an absolute doll.

The older stoat looked over at the bed, still hesitant. “Well, if you’re okay with it Charlotte, then I don’t see why not.”

At that, Elizabeth hopped off the bed and darted out into the hallway, heading up to her bedroom on the third floor. For the next minute or two Julia dipped the straw into the glass of water, capping the end with one finger and lifting it to Charlotte’s mouth before removing her finger. The water inside the straw slid down to wet the inside of the doberman’s throat. “Sorry about this. I’ll call Terry and have him buy a squirt bottle before he gets home,” she said quietly.

Then Elizabeth came hopping down the stairs dragging the thick comforter and sheets from her bed as well as a pillow. Julia watched in amusement as Elizabeth promptly set it all down in a pile next to Charlotte’s bed and jumped into it, pulling part of it over her in an impromptu nest of sorts.

“Elizabeth, if Charlotte wants anything, you go get it for her. If she wants to have some quiet, you be quiet. If she wants to be alone, you come stay with us. Okay?”

“Yes, Mother,” the little stoat replied.

“Good. Then if...” Julia trailed off as she heard the house phone ring. She wondered who it could possibly be at seven in the evening. “I’ll be right back,” she said as she left the room.

Elizabeth sat still for a moment, realizing just how quiet the room was. “Charlotte? Are you going to sleep?”

“No. Not ‘till... your dad... gesh ‘ack.”

“Do you want to listen to some music? Or TV? Or I could... um... I just got this book called Harry Potter. Mom thought I would like it. I could read it to you.”

Charlotte was touched. Nobody had read her a bedtime story since she was a little cub. In spite of herself, she smiled for a second. “Shory... pleash.”

“Okay! I’ll be right back,” the tiny stoat said as she ran out of the room.

Moments later, Julia stepped into the room, with a somewhat puzzled expression. “Charlotte? Mrs. Andreyev just called. She says that she has a boy in her Karate class named Hikari. He was wondering if you were alright and asked if it would be okay if he came over tomorrow to check in on you.”

Charlotte blinked in surprise. She’d almost forgotten that they were going to meet during lunch. Still, that was nice of him. As long as she didn’t have to talk much, she was okay with that.

“Is that okay?” Julia asked.

“Yesh,” the doberman said quietly.

“Okay, I’ll let her know. Also, you’re off-duty for the next two weeks, minimum. You just rest. I’ll call the school and see what they want to do about your final exams. They’ll probably want you to come in for tests, but since the doctor said you’ve got a concussion, that may not be an option. We’ll see.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Terrence stepped into Charlotte’s room with a gym bottle full of water, and the orange bottle with the prescription pain meds. Elizabeth looked up at his entrance, pausing in the middle of a sentence. He looked down, somewhat surprised to see his daughter sitting on a pile of bed linen next to Charlotte’s bed, reading from a rather large book.

“Sorry to interrupt, princess. I’ve got Charlotte’s prescription here. One tablet every four to six hours, as needed…”

Elizabeth surprised him somewhat by taking charge, standing up and taking the prescription bottle from him and popping it open, helping the poor canine swallow a pill. Then she helped with the squirt bottle, carefully squeezing some water into the side of Charlotte’s muzzle. He watched, ready to help, but apparently his daughter had everything under control. He shook his head as his little girl picked up the book again and continued to read out loud to Charlotte, then headed downstairs to help Julia with dinner.

His wife was in the middle of fixing a meatloaf of some kind, along with potatoes. It was kind of a tradition for Friday nights, except when they had herbivores for company. It was always meatloaf, but it was always different, whether it was a different stuffing, different spices, different sauces. The same went for the potatoes: sliced, fried, or mashed, with butter and chives, ranch, or ketchup. There were any number of different preparations. He suspected that it was Julia’s goal in life to make as many variations of meatloaf and potatoes as possible.

He kissed Julia on the way to the refrigerator, then pulled out a Black Butte Porter. He grabbed a bottle opener and popped the lid off, then took a swig, relishing the silky smooth, rich hoppy flavor, and the faint aftertaste that reminded him of dark chocolate. Some people said beer was an acquired taste, but he’d loved the rich flavors of porters, lagers, and double bock beers when he’d first tried them. Pale beers not so much.

He turned around and leaned against the refrigerator. “So, what exactly is Elizabeth doing? Reading to Charlotte?”

“Exactly. She said she was going to stay with Charlotte in case she needed anything,” the stoat replied, folding over the ground beef on the cutting board in front of her.

“Huh. That’s a good idea, I suppose,” the ferret mused. “As long as she doesn’t bother the poor girl. Charlotte’s going to need her sleep.”

“I already told her to be quiet if Charlotte asked for it and to come stay with us if Charlotte wants to be left alone,” his wife said as she worked the meatloaf into a pan for baking.

Terrence leaned over as he glimpsed green in with the meatloaf, wondering if it was some kind of pepper. “Okay. Well, since she’ll be staying in Charlotte’s room tonight... perhaps we should catch up on some rest and relaxation?”

“If by rest and relaxation,” Julia said, turning to him and whispering, “you mean screwing me until you can’t get it up anymore...”

Terrence walked over and wrapped one arm around Julia, then kissed her on the cheek. “If that’s what you wish, dear, then that’s what it shall be.”

He then took another swig and set it down on the counter before moving behind his wife. “I just realized that I’ve been neglecting you lately, angel. I’m sorry,” he apologized as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “Since Elizabeth’s going to see Alex tomorrow, we’ll have all day together. Charlotte will probably spend most of her time in bed.”

“About that...” Julia said awkwardly. “Apparently one of her school-mates wants to drop by tomorrow for a bit to check in on her.”

“Oh? What’s her name?” he asked, curious.

“His name is Hikari. Apparently he’s the reason Charlotte doesn’t have broken ribs as well. Or worse.”

“Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “How in the world did you find that out? Charlotte couldn’t remember anything other than being annoyed by someone named Diego.”

“From what Raenne told me, Hikari saw Diego hit Charlotte in the head and intervened to keep Diego from kicking her. Hikari’s been suspended for it,” she added, pouring a thick brown sauce over the pan of meatloaf.

“That’s more information than we got from the school. Why was Hikari suspended if he was stopping an attack?” the ferret asked, still holding his wife around the waist from behind.

“I don’t know. Maybe the school has some kind of zero tolerance policy,” the stoat replied, turning on the faucet to wash her paws. “I remember reading something about that in Charlotte’s student handbook.”

“That’s ridiculous, they can’t suspend a student for protecting another student. It’s not fair,” Terrence protested.

“I didn’t say it was fair,” Julia stated, scrubbing her paws with soap, “only that it’s what the school policy is.”

“Huh. I think I should call Richard. Sooner, rather than later.”

“Honey,” Julia said exasperatedly, turning off the water and shaking her paws off.

“What, do you think it’s fair?” he asked.

“Of course not. It’s just...” Julia sighed as she wiped her paws off on the dish towel and picked up a spatula.

“If something’s not fair, it needs to be changed. If the school district can’t see reason on their own, then I’ll encourage them to see it in court,” he stated, tugging hs wife’s blouse free from her pants.

Julia blew a raspberry out of exasperation, then squeaked as her husband moved his hands from around her waist to up under her blouse, gently cupping her lowest pair of breasts. She nibbled her lower lip as his paws ran through the fur over the sensitive flesh, sending tingles of pleasure through her. For a moment she thought of objecting, but it felt too good, and Charlotte certainly wouldn’t be getting out of bed anytime soon.

Terrence continued to gently rub his paws over her lowest pair of breasts, rubbing them through her luxuriously soft fur until he managed to find her nipples. They were just beginning to peak through her fur, and he deliberately pressed his paw pads against them and started rubbing them in circles. He knew he was doing a good job when his wife put down the spatula she had picked up, sighing in pleasure.

As her nipples stiffened and poked further out, he used his thumb and finger pads to lightly squeeze them with a slight twisting motion, toying with them until they became stiff under his tender ministrations. He could feel his wife’s tail twitching slightly between his legs, and grinned. On impulse, he looked down over her shoulders, and his grin went even wider as he saw the tips of her upper-most nipples sticking out, clearly on display even through her blouse and bra. She absolutely loved having her nipples played with. All six of them.

“Consider this a down payment,” he whispered in her ear, “on the debt I owe you.”

Julia let out a moan. “Don’t you stop, you handsome bastard. That feels soooo good.”

“As you wish, angel. Though I think it might be better if I upped the ante.” He said as he pulled his hands back out from under her blouse, then quickly undid the lowest four buttons. “Don’t you?”

“Oh God,” she said with a moan. “What if Charlotte...”

“Charlotte’s probably sleeping by now, Angel. If she’s not, then she will be in a few minutes,” he said. “Also, I thought you were wearing a full-body bra. I’m certainly not feeling it if you did.”

Her only response was another moan as he tucked his hands into her blouse, this time cupping her middle pair of breasts, easily finding the rock-hard nipples poking out of her fur. Her middle pair of breasts were slightly larger, but still fit well within the palms of his paws. He gently massaged around her nipples for a moment, then began gently twisting them like he had her lowest pair just moments ago. This time, she sighed and let out a long, throaty moan. “Mmm, that feels wonderful...”

Terrence’s pants were beginning to get tight, and he was sure she could feel his erection pressing against the top of her tail. He wondered just how far he could get his wife to go with this game before she objected. For all that she decried anything kinky, she got so turned on by it. He continued to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples, feeling her practically turn to putty in his paws. If he hadn’t been pressing her hips against the counter, he was sure she would have fallen to the floor.

Another long moan escaped her after a particularly strong twist, and then he moved his paws back down her belly, atop her lower breasts once again, and spent a few more moments tweaking her smallest pair of titties once again, until he felt her begin to quiver in his grip. He’d never managed to get her to orgasm just by playing with her breasts before, but he was sure she was close to it now. Just as she started to shake, he quickly undid the clasp at the top of her dress pants and pulled the zipper down, then shoved one paw inside her panties, rubbing rapidly at her clit with one paw while he groped her middle pair of breasts with the other.

She began shaking like a leaf, rapidly gasping as she reached her peak right there in the middle of the kitchen. Somehow the faint possibly being discovered had managed to arouse her more than it had any right to. Even as she started to come down from that glorious natural high, she felt Terrence’s thumbs slip into her waistband, getting ready to pull her pants down. “Stop,” she gasped. “Not... not in the kitchen.”

He stopped, his head still resting on her shoulder, and moved his hands back to the front of her pants, zipping them back up. “Okay, angel,” he said with a quick peck on her cheek. “I suppose I can wait to finish paying off my debts until we’re up in the bedroom.”

“Yes,” she said as she tried to hold herself up against the counter, “you should. Unless you want your dinner to be late.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want that. On the other hand, I don’t want any additional interest to accumulate. So perhaps you’ll let me continue to make some smaller payments?” he said as he moved his hands back up to her belly, gently rubbing cupping and massaging her middle pair of breasts again.

“If you insist…” she said with a slight gasp as he tweaked her nipples once again. “Just be gentle. They’re sensitive right now.”

“I will, angel,” he said, kissing her again.

Julia continued to prepare the meatloaf and potatoes for the next several minutes with her husband’s arms wrapped around her in a loving (and naughty) embrace, trying not to gasp as he occasionally rubbed his paw pads across her sensitive teats.

The groping stopped only when she opened the oven to put the meatloaf and potatoes in, at which point she turned around and grabbed his face in her paws and frantically french kissed him for several seconds. Then she pushed him back. “We’ve got one hour. You better use that time to make a deposit.”

“Oh, I think I can afford to make a deposit,” Terrence replied, with a wicked grin. He had some suspicions that his wife was secretly an exhibitionist, and decided to take a gamble. He grabbed her waist and swung her around so she was facing the counter again, pressing her up against it with her hips once again. In half a second he’d undone the snap on her dress pants, and in the next half second pulled down her zipper. He jerked her pants down as she squeaked, saying “What do you think you’re-"

“Shh...” he hushed. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “You don’t want to attract any attention, do you? Someone might come down to investigate.”

She choked back the rest of her exclamation as her panties joined her pants around her knees, and she felt him press his hips against her rump. It was fairly obvious he was hard as a rock, and she bit back a gasp. Then he pulled back, and she felt his hands against the small of her back as he undid his own slacks and shucked them and his boxers in one smooth movement. Then his hands grabbed her hips again and quickly lifted her up, and she fell forward over the counter, instinctively lifting her tail to help with her balance.

Terrence grabbed her tail and moved it to one side, then thrust himself into his wife’s dripping pussy, hilting himself in her with one quick thrust. “Oh, you’re definitely getting a deposit,” he said quietly. Then he pulled back and thrust back into her, making her gasp. A drop of moisture fell off of her clit, landing on the polished wood floor with a soft splat that neither of them heard.

For the next minute, he continued to thrust in and out of her sopping wet pussy, soft squelches filling the air. Julia gasped for breath, a strange twinge in her chest. She hoped it wasn’t leftover from her heart attack. She could already feel her vagina spasming around her husband’s shaft, and knew she was close. The thought that Charlotte or Elizabeth could walk in on them at any time while they were having sex in the middle of the kitchen was strangely exhilarating.

As his balls slapped against her mound, she reached one hand down between the counter and her hips, rubbing frantically against her clit, and grabbed her upper-most breasts with the other, giving up on trying to keep her head from bumping the wall. She just leaned up against it with her shoulders and neck.

“This won’t do at all,” she heard him say through the haze of pleasure. “I think we need an open field for negotiations.” Then she felt him pull out completely and whined in frustration. Then she felt him grab her legs and lift her clean up off the floor. She squeaked, then realized that he was rolling her onto her back, laying her torso sideways along the counter and her butt hanging off the edge, taking full advantage of her natural flexibility. He lifted her legs over his chest and draping them over his shoulders. He stared down at her half-exposed torso, then quickly reached down with one hand to guide himself back into her dripping pussy. She gasped and quickly moved her hands back to grasp at her uppermost breasts.

“What did I say about open negotiations?” she heard him whisper. “Undo those buttons, unless you want to lose this investor’s interest.”

She whined, and took the moment to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse, then gasped once again as he let one of her legs go, letting it drape over the side of the counter as he continued to hold the other one up with his arm. As she darted one hand back down to rub at her clit, she felt him grab the edges of her blouse and throw it open, exposing her chest to the open air of the kitchen.

That was too much for her, the risk of being caught, having her breasts played with for the last twenty minutes... a second orgasm hit her so hard she was literally seeing stars dance across her vision. She heard terrence groan and felt him stop thrusting. That didn’t stop her though, as she continued to frig herself until her orgasm had come to an end and her clitty became too sensitive to touch.

Then she moaned again as he resumed thrusting, and felt him begin gently kneading her breasts again. This time alternating between all six of them, tweaking her nipples until just before it became too much before switching pairs. Somehow he knew exactly when they became too sensitive, and it was driving her crazy. Still, she couldn’t very well tell him to stop without potentially getting the attention of the girls upstairs.

“Father?” she heard the high-pitched question from the foyer.

Time froze for Julia. She’d been caught. It was over. Suddenly she felt a third orgasm hit, making her belly start twitching and her chest go tight. It almost felt like she was having a heart attack all over again, except for one thing: her pussy was spasming harder than ever around her husband’s length.

Terrence stopped thrusting, probably trying to silence the noise they’d been making. She heard little Elizabeth’s toe claws clicking on the tile as she walked the last few feet into the kitchen. Her pussy was clenching so hard, it probably felt like a vice to poor Terrence, and her entire body was quivering like jello on the countertop. Then she felt him begin to squirt, his essence jetting deep inside her, coating her vagina with his sticky white warmth.

“Oh...” she heard her daughter say. “I didn’t know you could have sex in the kitchen.”

Julia’s cheeks began to burn so hotly she was afraid she’d catch fire. This was so embarrassing. Yet she was still cumming, and harder than she’d ever cum in her entire life.

“Well,” she heard Terrence say, even as she felt him continue to squirt his essence hard against her cervix. “You’re really... ahhh... not supposed to. It’s considered... terribly rude, and unsanitary. You really shouldn’t do it.”

“Oh. Mother looks like she’s really enjoying it,” the little girl said, watching her mother twitching on the kitchen counter. “Anyway, I just wanted to say that Charlotte’s asleep right now.”

“Thanks, princess,” Terrence replied. “We’ve got another forty-five minutes or so before the meatloaf is done.”

“Okay, father,” their daughter said. “I’m going to go play Minecraft for a bit.”

Julia cracked her eyes open, still feeling aftershocks run through her as she felt a tiny paw against her shoulder, and leaned forward a bit as Elizabeth tried to give her a kiss on the cheek. Their girl had to stretch a bit to get over the edge of the counter, seeing as she wasn’t even four feet tall.

“Have fun playing on the computer, princess,” Julia managed to get out, despite the faint twinges still running through her nervous system.

“I will. Don’t slip,” the tiny stoat said, “You two made a puddle on the floor.”

“It’s okay, princess,” she said. “I’ll clean it up later.”

“Okay. Love you!”

“Love you too, princess,” the two adults said in unison as their girl walked out of the kitchen, taking the stairs to the second floor.

Terrence slowly pulled out of his wife, their juices splattering on the floor and making the puddle bigger, then stepped back and bent down to grab his slacks and pull them up as Julia slid off the countertop. She bent and pulled her pants and panties back up, then spent a few moments buttoning her blouse.

“Well, that was a sizable deposit right there,” Terrence said as he kissed her. “I hope it was enough to keep this debtor off my back.”

“Umm... Yes. It was a rather unorthodox method of payment though,” she replied, as she tried to step towards the foyer. “Oh wow, my legs aren’t working quite right.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Terrence said. “Here, I’ll carry you upstairs.”

“Don’t you...” she started, then squeaked again as her husband wrapped her arm over his neck, then bent and grabbed her behind the legs. “Whoa!”

“Sorry, angel, but I’ve still got a debt to pay off, and I’m not going to let weak knees stand in my way,” he said as he carried her over to the lift.

He set her down again in front of the lift, and kissed her again. As the lift door opened, he pushed her in, jabbed a button, then turned and covered her mouth with his, frenching her deeply, twisting his tongue around hers in an intimate oral embrace.

This was almost getting to be too much for her. He hadn’t treated her like this... well... ever. She wondered just what had gotten into him. Not that she was complaining.

The lift chimed and the door opened, and he pushed her out into the second floor hallway, still kissing her, and guided them both into the master bedroom. Before she even knew it, he’d managed to get her pants off once again, and was working on shucking his own business shirt and slacks. She was quickly undoing her own blouse when she noticed that the door was open.

“Terrence,” she hissed, “the door’s open!”

He didn’t even look at it as the last of his clothing dropped to the floor. “I doubt that Charlotte will wake up any time soon, and I’m sure Elizabeth won’t mind,” he said with a grin, now absolutely sure that his wife was an exhibitionist at some level. He was amazed to learn something new like that after over a dozen years of marriage.

He walked over to her and ran one paw over her panty-covered mound, wondering why she hadn’t worn a bra today before remembering she’d been in the hospital. Usually she wore one for her uppermost pair, though she had custom bras that covered all three. Terrence knelt in front of her and peeled her panties off, all the way to the floor, and stuck his nose between her legs, taking a deep breath and lapping at her still sopping-wet pussy. She grabbed his head as she felt his tongue dart across her folds, and fell over backwards onto the bed.

For several long moments, he ate his wife out. He gently worked his tongue over her outer lips, then between them and the inner lips before pressing his nose against her clit as he pressed his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could reach, trying to reach the slightly rough patch of her g-spot. She let out a long moan, feeling his tongue going nearly as deep inside her as his penis had earlier, then grabbed at her uppermost breasts, squeezing them gently and tugging at her nipples. After so much stimulation in so little time, the sensation was almost painful in its intensity.

Terrence continued to alternate between licking her outer vulva, clit, and deep inside her vagina for several minutes, until his tongue began to get sore. Julia continued to moan in pleasure, switching between breasts as they became too sensitive to continue. Suddenly he stopped and switched to sucking directly on her clit, then tilted his head sideways and gently nibbled on it, holding it firm with his lips while he rapidly strummed his tongue over it. She let out a long, deep moan. Just when she thought she was going to have an explosive climax. He pulled back and stood up, then leaned over her and whispered, “You might want to keep it down. You might wake Charlotte.”

Julia felt her loins tighten suddenly as she glanced over at the open door, half expecting to see the poor doberman girl standing there, eyes wide in shock. Just as she glanced over, Terrence thrust himself back inside her, and she felt her belly flutter as she clenched down around his length, riding the crest of her fourth orgasm of the night.

She nearly bit her lip as Terrence began to quickly thrust inside her, prolonging her orgasm. He grabbed her hips and began to pound her fast and hard, since Julia preferred it quick and intense, riding the wave from one climax to the next.

Knowing that he’d already blown one load, she knew he’d take quite a while to deliver a second. Julia glanced back at the open door and nibbled her lower lip anxiously, hoping she’d be able to keep quiet... and that he’d finish before the meatloaf was done.

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Saturday, May 30th, 2015

The next morning, Julia threw on a bathrobe and walked somewhat bowlegged down the hallway to Charlotte’s room. Terrence had fucked her twice before dinner, three times after dinner, and again just after she’d woken up, driving her to countless climaxes. Honestly, she had no idea where he had managed to get the stamina for it. At least he’d finally ‘paid off his debts’. As much as she loved him, sometimes his role-play got a bit corny.

As she reached Charlotte’s room, she glanced in, unsurprised to see her daughter Elizabeth curled up in a tight little ball in the midst of a pile of quilts and pillows next to Charlotte’s bed. The doberman girl seemed to still be dozing. She knelt down next to the pile of linens and gently stroked the bridge of her daughter’s muzzle, gently rubbing her fur until her daughter’s eyes popped open. She smiled as Elizabeth yawned, showing a mouth full of tiny sharp teeth. She held her finger up, indicating silence. Elizabeth blinked, then looked around.

After a moment, she realized she was still in Charlotte’s room, and crawled out of the quilts, adjusting her nightgown. Julia gathered the bedding up and carried them up to the third floor while Elizabeth carried the pillows. It didn’t take too long to re-make Elizabeth’s bed.

“Did Charlotte sleep all night?” Julia asked, sitting on the freshly made bed.

“No. She woke up and used the bathroom, and took another one of those pills,” Elizabeth said, climbing up on the bed as well and sitting next to her mother.

“Okay. Well, I’ll take care of her for the rest of the day along with your father,” the older stoat explained. “Also, Charlotte may have a visitor today.”

“A visitor?” Elizabeth asked, curious. The only person who ever came over to see Charlotte was a rabbit named Stephanie.

“Yes. A boy in one of her classes, who wanted to come tell her to get well soon.”

“Really?” Elizabeth exclaimed excitedly. “Is he…her boyfriend?”

Julia laughed. “I don’t think so, princess. At least, not yet.”

“I hope she gets a boyfriend. Someone nice,” the little stoat added.

“Well, Alex’s mom said he was nice,” the older stoat mused. “He stopped the other boy who hurt Charlotte. I don’t know if Charlotte wants a boyfriend right now though.”

“Huh. I would want a boyfriend if I was her. She must be lonely sleeping all alone every night.”

“Not everyone gets lonely. Some people even prefer being alone,” Julia explained. “Anyway, your father should be almost done making breakfast, and then you need to get dressed and packed for a sleepover with Alexandrea.”

“Yay! Oh, umm...” the stoat suddenly went quiet, remembering that Charlotte was still sleeping. She leaned over and whispered. “Can I do sexy stuff with Lexi again?”

Julia barely stifled a giggle. Sometimes her daughter was so funny. “Yes, dear. As long as Raenne or David say it’s okay, and Lexi wants to do sexy stuff, and you two use a condom and practice safe sex.”

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her mom’s chest, squeezing. “I will! Thank you, mother. I love you.”

Julia hugged Elizabeth right back. “I love you too, princess. Be gentle with Alexandrea, okay? She’s got that broken leg, after all.”

“I will, mother,” the little stoat said, burying her face in the cloth of Julia’s bathrobe.
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